Aragorn was very tall. Like his father and mother. Arathorn had seemed to tower over anyone except for my father who was a match for him when it came to height.

The younger ranger's legs draped past Weasel's gaskins as we rode along. He had his hands on the pommel of my saddle which held him in place. He was still pretty weak, too weak for fighting. Usually, he would fall asleep with his forehead resting on my shoulder. I had to make sure he wouldn't fall off either.

While he slept, he would talk.

Sometimes he would just repeat the word 'Arwen.'

Other times he would be begging someone.

Aragorn told me to call him Estel which worked for me. A name that wasn't too long.

As Weasel walked through the plains of Rohan, I felt Aragorn stir from one of his deep slumbers.

He raised his head up and blinked at our surroundings.

"Good morning," he muttered.

"Morning."

Silence.

However, from the stiffness in his body, I could tell that he was uncomfortable. Most likely, he had never seen anyone like me. A woman wandering around in the wild in men's clothing with a blindfold over her eyes.

Not something you would probably see every day.

"You must have some questions." I finally said, he didn't answer, "well, if you do, go ahead and ask away."

"Why do you wear a blindfold?" I frowned, that was always the first question to come out of everyone's mouths.

"Because I can." he started at that which made me smile a little bit.

"...how did you find me, who sent you?"

"I am not quite sure, to be honest. Some old man with a stick came up to me and said that I needed to go get you. So, that is what I did."

"Gandalf…" he chuckled to himself, "but...why would he send you?"

That kind of made me a little annoyed. How dare this boy question me. I just saved his life!

I tilted my head back to him over my shoulder in a slow, menacing motion. Like a rattlesnake getting ready to strike the person foolish enough to step on it.

"Am a jest to you boy?"

I could practically feel Aragorn's eyes widened and could only imagine the look on his face.

"No! No! I didn't mean to insult you, my lady-"

"Don't call me 'my lady.' You are going to find out that I'm anything but a lady." I said this seemed to shut the heir up.

For he grew quiet.

"...I apologize for my remark. I saw you slay those Orcs, you saved my life."

"Don't make it so dramatic, I was just doing my job."