Aragorn

*it's a common, seemingly normal day in Gondor. As on every weekend, you are working your uncle's vendor stand in the market. You hadn't been paying much attention, busy rolling an apple to and fro on the counter out of boredom. When you look up, you jump, finally noticing a young man standing there, a gentle, patient smile on his face. He had been so quiet, you weren't expecting him.* "Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you.."