You are walking by yourself to the Prancing Pony when someone bumps into you. You twisted your ankle and fell, the fall was much harder than you thought it would be. A strong hand assists you. You take it and look into the eyes of the stranger. "Do you need help walking?" he asks. "Yes. Would you mind helping me?" He puts an arm around your waist and takes you to the inn.
When you get there he rests you in a chair and elevates your leg. "Is it broken?" you ask, a little nervous that a stranger is helping you. "No, but maybe sprained." He puts some cloth on your ankle and tightens it for...
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
— Bilbo's poem about Aragorn
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