Characters: Aragorn and Halbarad
Source: Pre-Ring War – when we were Rangers
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s creations of who and where... Kortirion’s what and wherefore.
The moon was waning when they came upon the raiders. Aragorn never knew what foulness the goblin spat in his face... only that stinging rapidly became burning, became searing pain... before his eyes closed entirely. His furious swipe cleaved the goblin, before Aragorn sank to his knees in agony. Halbarad was there, flooded his face with water, but it barely stemmed the torment.
He bound his dear friend’s eyes with wet cloths, helped him mount and led his horse home. Next day was no better, the next... Aragorn managed to prise his eyelids apart and... nothing. Blackness – he was blind!
Aragorn groped along the rack, an embroidered sleeve... linen... soft worsted... ah... the tunic he wanted. His fingers had become skilled in the last few weeks; they told what he couldn’t see... ‘...except in memory’, he thought bitterly.
When he’d succumbed to feverish darkness which nothing relieved, Halbarad had hastened him to Imladris and Master Elrond’s skills. Today, they’d remove the bandages to see... well... to see.
Aragorn sat rigidly. Slowly, fearfully, he opened his eyes... to be blinded again.
“May we sit out of the sun?” he murmured.
“Nay!” cried Halbarad, embracing him joyfully, “that’s only the Harvest Moon.”