Another for the "Character You've Never Written" Challenge - Thorongil

Death Warmed Over

He had been stabbed through the thigh with an Southron blade and seen the wound turn greenish with poison; had a chunk of his ear bitten off by a frenzied stallion; smashed his whole hand under a granite rock-slide and achingly retaught those muscles and newly-knit bones to grip a sword.

Never before, though, had he wished that he could just lay down and die.

“Sit up, and keep your eyes on the horizon, my friend,” Imrahil said, patting his shoulder encouragingly. “We don’t ever want it said that mere seasickness vanquished the mighty Thorongil, when the Corsairs could not.”