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WHO: Aragorn
WHERE: Fountain, wandering the settlement, inn
WHEN: June 17th and 18th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None really, will update

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[ Fountain - Owen ]

Losto.

It was the last thing Aragorn remembers her saying before drifting into peaceful slumber. The day had been a long one. The festivities commenced shortly after his coronation led into the early morning hours and it was a party Aragorn wished to remain to the end of; to spend that time among his those he cared for and respected. Yet it is also a time that he quietly reflects on everything that has happened in the six months since Frodo left the Shire with the One Ring.

It was all over now.

With the Ring now destroyed and Middle-earth at peace from the evil Sauron, it was time to rebuild, grow and become stronger again. Yes, it would take time, Aragorn knew and there would be times when the past would come back and the faces of those they lost would remind them of the sacrifices that had been made to help get them to where they were now.

But then that sense of calm and rest suddenly shifts and the darkness beneath Aragorn's lids fades into a wicked blackness. His head and stomach twist and turn and a weight presses into his chest making it impossible to breathe or even move. He felt like he was drowning.

Echuio.

Grey eyes flash open and limbs begin kicking until Aragorn breaches the surface and tries to make sense of the whirlwind of things that are simple not right. The odd weight on his back, the feeling of restraints under his arms and over his shoulders. The lightness of his clothes.. the whiteness of them.

Gasping, the Ranger clings to the edge of the fountain, pushing away the dark hair that stuck to his face and in front of his eyes before moving to climb out. And when the water is rubbed out of his eyes and he can finally see Aragorn notices that nothing about these surroundings looks familiar.

[Translation: "sleep" and "wake up" ]

[ Wandering 6I - OTA ]

Even after a day, Aragorn had trouble grasping this new situation; the world, one that bore some similarities to his but one which was largely different, in a way that is immensely uncomfortable. No one would suspect it beyond the slightly troubled expression of someone that was new.

The Ranger turned King walked slowly through the dirt streets of the settlement and stops occasionally to study the houses or other buildings. He can guess their purpose, for the most part, but the other ones are a little harder to distinguish. Until he sees a few people going into the inn.

So he follows.