#jesus the haldir theoden wip is 10k

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HELLO @ haldir/theoden & the snow-pov hunger games!!!!

@ghstfcers I will weep!!! I am overjoyed that there are people out there as hungry for this shit as I am????  

listen the snow-pov hunger games rewrite is actually finished at around 38k; only problem is it needs heavy editing. I’ve been threatening myself about it for years. maybe soon?? idk!! it’s got a very special place in my heart, tho; bc until Devils came along it was the longest thing I’d ever finished.

...haldir/theoden snippet, anyone? (in which haldir does not fall at helm’s deep, but instead accompanies theoden and his kin all the way to the fields of pelennor.)

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“Do not think us, for all our long lifespans, to be immune to loss. I saw many of my kinsfolk slain in the Deep; elves whose friendship I have known for ten of your lifetimes.” 

There is only the shadow of a rebuke in his tone. Théoden, though his pride recoils like a wounded boar from a spear-tip, cannot but wish it to have been stronger. Perhaps such a condemnation would have driven an apology past his lips. He grimaced. “Can I say nothing that would diminish me in your regard?”

“Nothing is the only thing you could say which would accomplish such a thing. In his own halls, a king should speak his mind with the authority accorded by his rule.” He paused. “Though I would be no true advisor if I should allow his words to pass unexamined.”

Théoden met Haldir’s eyes and saw that a smile lurked there, ready to emerge if bade, though his mouth remained unbent. “Aye. And a most frustrating advisor you have proven.”

Finally, Haldir’s reserve broke, and his smile spread. 

“Come. The hour is late, and I am not so skilled as I once was at resisting the call of my bed, old as I have grown.”

“In a contest of ages, you shall not win,” Haldir reminds him.

Theoden tilts his chin, considering a reply, but settles for a mere grunt as Haldir sinks deeper into his seat by the central hearth. 

In the hall to his chambers, he passes Eowyn, dressed for sleep. 

“My lord,” she says, stopping short. A smile flits across her face, hesitating in its path to her eyes, as though unsure it would be welcome there. “You look—very well.” She shifts, peering over his shoulder.

He takes her hand. “Is that so uncommon?”

“I only—”

“Nay, do not answer,” he says, and when he goes to brush a kiss across her knuckles, he does at last feel the smile upon his own lips. 

#replies #ghstfcers #theodir #jesus the haldir theoden wip is 10k #dunno how to feel about revisiting all this content #coming back to it is lovely because it's always reassuring to reread something older #and still enjoy and admire it #but then there's also that sense of wasted potential #that it was never finished; never published #ah well #can't finish them all i suppose #and i am very happy with that which I have managed to finish