Not all those who wander are lost; [OPEN]

[therangerking]

Characters: Aragorn, his roommates, castmates, everyone. OPEN
Setting: 4-06, then all over the Tower.
Format: Prose in brackets to start. Otherwise known as: anything you want.
Summary: Aragorn arrives at the Tower.
Warnings: Potential tl;dr because that's how I roll.

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[therangerking]

[ It takes time to get used to the strangeness of things, but Aragorn is a Man who adapts very quickly, and with the meeting of those within the room he has been given already tells him that this is not a place that is like Arda in any way. Yet nothing quick prepares him for the sight of a man with blue hair, carrying a oddly-shaped case, who suddenly falls onto the ground at the sight of him.

He blinks for a long moment, head cocked to the sight like a bird or Elf curious about the stupidity of Men. Perhaps this creature - whatever race he is, for though he is Man-shaped his hair does not seem like Aragorn has seen before - is simply taken aback by the darkness around him.

It's only a moment's hesitatation. Aragorn steps forward and reaches out a single hand to help him out. ]

'Tis a dangerous place, as I am sure you know better than I. [ His voice is low and quiet and his hand, though gloved, are dry and strong. ]