aragorn - wounded warrior (requested)

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You softly cursed under your breath as you tied the bandage as tight as you possibly could get it. It wasn't the first time you had to dress a wound alone, but it didn't make it any easier.

Aragorn noticed your struggles. Without a word, he came over and bent down to your side, gently pushing your hand away. He untied the bandage and began to wrap it a bit loose, but not to the point it wouldn't be beneficial to you. Aragorn's soft and wise eyes gazed up into yours as he breathed out a soft sigh.

"Y/N . . . you almost had yourself killed today," he spoke, his voice soft so he wouldn't disturb the others. You didn't answer him, your eyes trained on your arm. Aragorn gently grabbed onto your hand. "Y/N, please look at me when I am talking to you."

Almost immediately, you moved your gaze up to his eyes. You were frowning.

"Please. Don't ever do something so foolish. I do not know what I would do if I ever lost you . . . you mean too much for me to even imagine."

You didn't answer him but your eyes locked. Aragorn pressed a soft but hesitant kiss to your cheek and you closed your eyes, welcoming the warmth.

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