Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: The character is Tolkien’s, the passing moment is Kortirion’s
Aragorn drowsed in the warmth, barely hearing, more… aware, of creaking ropes, the flick of canvas… feeling solid wood beneath him. His world shifted; turning over, he felt smoothed timber under his hand. He was sleepy enough to wonder if he’d rolled …or was it where he lay? The sea was rough today… He could hear the wind in the rigging…
No… hands tucked blankets around him; a soothing sussurer of murmuring assured him he was safe. His eyes fluttered open.
No boat, but a covered wagon… pain in his shoulder, blood in his mouth… and he remembered the raid.