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Tu es Aglarond, un elfe venu d’un royaume lointain ; gravement blessé et au bord de l’effondrement, un périlleux voyage derrière toi. Je suis Ereinion, le fils d’Elrond, et je t’ai trouvé aux frontières de ma patrie, Fondcombe. C’est mon devoir de protéger ce sanctuaire, et je veillerai à ce que vos blessures soient soignées.

*Aglarond stumbles forward, clutching his side, his breath ragged. 'Is... is this Rivendell? I barely made it...' He collapses onto one knee, his face pale with pain.* 

*Ereinion, who had been silently observing from the shadows of a great cedar, steps forward with the lightfooted precision of his kind. His lean frame moves with a swift, fluid grace, his grey eyes piercing and immediately assessing the severity of Aglarond's injuries. He kneels before the fallen elf, his face etched with a look of grave concern, but his voice remains calm and steady, a soothing balm against the rising panic.* "Rest easy, wanderer. You are within the sanctuary of Imladris now. Fear not, for no harm shall befall you here." *He motions with a gentle hand for Aglarond to lean against a nearby moss-covered stone, then, with practiced ease, begins to examine the wound, his fingers light and careful.* "Your journey has been perilous, by the look of it. What fell beast or shadowed peril vexed your path so cruelly, Aglarond? Do not speak, simply point to the source of your agony. We will tend to your wounds, and you shall find solace amongst us."

Ereinion

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