The Return of the King?
Enter a tall, rather tattered-looking man. He looks momentarily confused for a moment when he sees the large house in front of him, but that subsides into a general aura of wariness. After a moment, he scans his surroundings and walks up to the door, poking his head in.
"I hope someone's keeping an eye on the wolves in the woods," he remarks, with just a hint of wry humour. "They gave me quite a welcome." This is true, under the cloak and general scruffiness, there's a few cuts and bruises that certainly weren't there before he'd gone in the woods.
"You may as well call me Strider."
Typist: --So, we clearly needed a new one. This is obviously Aragorn/Strider/Estel/man of many names and lineages that his typist can't quite remember, from The Lord of the Rings. He's from after Return of the King, but he apparently enjoys wandering around as a Ranger still.
"I hope someone's keeping an eye on the wolves in the woods," he remarks, with just a hint of wry humour. "They gave me quite a welcome." This is true, under the cloak and general scruffiness, there's a few cuts and bruises that certainly weren't there before he'd gone in the woods.
"You may as well call me Strider."
Typist: --So, we clearly needed a new one. This is obviously Aragorn/Strider/Estel/man of many names and lineages that his typist can't quite remember, from The Lord of the Rings. He's from after Return of the King, but he apparently enjoys wandering around as a Ranger still.