#eomer; threads

[menelvagor]

❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜ / @tcbefearless to Eomer from Lothiriel

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Éomer looked out over the courtyard that was studded with hundreds of little buds of flowers. Spring was finally arriving. These places in Minas Tirith were nice, peaceful even, especially after the War of the Ring, but it was not home. That was where he most wished to be now, under the sun, with wind whistling through the long grasses, but there was much business to attend to and serious conversations to be had.

"This I know, and only too well," he answered slowly, casting a short glance at her.

Lothíriel he had met there in Minas Tirith after the battle of the Black Gate. Her father he had fought with bravely, the Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth. The new leader of the Rohirrim was being introduced to many new faces, by both his sister and dear friends.

"You have likely met my sister, Éowyn. She was so near death I thought I had lost her also. That fear - that she would come here and fight too, that she was gone - was worse than any injury I have or could have been dealt. I am sure you felt the same with your family."

[menelvagor]

Had this mare been anything or anyone else, Éomer likely would have let all be as Wormtongue demanded, awaiting approval for free walk about the Mark. However, because of the equine nature of this traveler, he felt more of a duty to protect and save her. After her antics, she would surely have been slaughtered or imprisoned.

Expecting that his luck would run out, the Third Marshall urged his horse on faster, and the four of the small company cantered through Edoras with the King's Guard preparing to follow in pursuit. They scrambled for horses to be brought. Fortunately the front gates were still open and even as they started to close - from a command given by one of the men following them - they had barreled past and met with the rest of Éomer's éored outside of the city's wall.

"My men to me!" the horse-lord shouted aloud, voice rising above the din of their idleness. "We return to Aldburg at once!" He barely slowed his horse and the others seemed to gather what was happening. The horses and their riders provided a barrier between their lord and those who, now with fresh horses, came closer. But Éomer and his men were the more experienced riders.

Several more guards began their approach as Grima continued to demand her death, all hesitant to outright challenge the Third Marshall despite the command from the king's hand. The crowd lessened, mothers pulling their children away to shield them from unnecessary violence Wormtongue demanded. A few people murmured that the king should still see that horse, though no one made a move to assist in stopping the Marshall.

The mare leaned back immediately, the whites of her eyes showing as Éomer stepped closer to her and lessening in intensity as he spoke to her. She heaved a sigh as he mounted his horse again and turned with the riders, trotting after them as they headed towards the gates of the city again.

A call to seize them was heard when they were partway down the hill and the mare picked up a canter to keep up with the riders.

[torchwood-99]

The playing around with gendered narratives we see in Faramir and Eowyn's relationship fascinates me. I've already dwelled on how they almost swap roles in the virtues they possess, the plot points of their stories, and the dramatic climaxes of their arcs, but Tolkien really goes one step further with writing Faramir in a manner that is usually reserved for women, by turning him into "the love interest" after he meets Eowyn.

Before meeting Eowyn, one of Faramir's driving conflicts and dynamics is that with his father. It's a complex and difficult relationship based on love and antipathy, and it ends in the most devastating manner. Some significance is given to how Faramir will respond to the death of his father, as Gandalf gives instructions for him to be told soon his father is dead, but to wait a while before telling him how.

We never see Faramir's reaction to either piece of news. This crucial development is forgotten, without even a line expressing how he found out, or what he felt when he did.

After meeting Eowyn, Faramir character, his arc, his interiority, develops around her.

We see him try to get through to her, to make a connection with her, he fears the world ending because he doesn't want to lose her after finding her, he rejoices in the world being saved by kissing her brow. It all hinges on her. His happiness is complete when she gives him her love. His love was always on offer, the choice for them to be together hinged on her.

In contrast, Eowyn's pre-battle conflicts and dynamics carry on after meeting Faramir. Her despair, her feelings for Aragorn, her mourning Theoden, her need to find a cause for hope and a reason to keep on living now the war is done and death in battle is beyond her. Her friendship with Merry, her loyalty to Rohan; she has Faramir wait for her to return, because first she has duties to do in her home country. Faramir is a new thread in her narrative, and a significant one, but all the earlier threads in her narrative carry through, whereas it feels a bit like some of Faramir's narrative threads were snipped once Eowyn had entered the frame.

Now, we do know that factually Faramir was rebuilding Gondor, and that he became Steward and Prince of Ithilien afterwards, but we don't follow his thoughts and feelings and his struggles as he takes on this new role. As a person, as an individual, he has multiple purposes and priorities. He is still Faramir, who still loves his country and has dreams for how it will grow after the war. He doesn't lose his personhood. But as a character, his story is about Eowyn, and whether or not he gets her. It began with him meeting Eowyn. It followed him reaching out to Eowyn. It ended in Eowyn saying yes.

When Faramir takes a moment to talk about his future, when we get a personal, emotional look at how Faramir views his role and his ambitions, he makes it all about her. He will marry Eowyn, if she wills it. They will go to Ithilien and plant a garden there, if she wills it. And if they do, everything will be wonderful, if she is there.

Contrast to Eowyn talking about her future with Faramir, it's also all about her. How her mindset has changed, how her priorities have shifted, how she no longer wishes to die but wishes to heal, how she has finally found hope at last. The most Faramir gets in this speech is a coy little reference as to how Eowyn no longer wishes to be queen.

Their troth plighting centres Eowyn as well. Eomer justifies holding it at Theoden's funeral because of how much Theoden loved her. He says that the Steward asked for her hand and she granted it, "full willing". The troth plighting scene ends in a reconciliation between Aragorn and Eowyn. Faramir stays in Rohan for a while to be with Eowyn, and the last we see of Eowyn, it's in a scene focussing on her warriors at arms bond with Merry.

Eowyn and Faramir's stories, after the Battle of Pelennor, becomes Eowyn and Faramir's story. It's about them falling in love and coming together. However, in this story, it's not the bloke who is the Hero, and the woman who is the Love Interest. Here, Eowyn is the Hero, with multiple narrative threads and dynamics that need to be resolved, and Faramir is the Love Interest, whose narrative is entirely wrapped in whether or not he gets the girl.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

👽 What's the weirdest idea you've had for a story?

🤓 Nerdiest thing youve done in the name of writing?

🦸‍♀️ Do you have a role model in writing?

🦷 Any world building details you love to include in writing from the original source? Or for original writers--what's a WB detail that has been most fun to work with?

:)

👽 What's the weirdest idea you've had for a story?

...I won't share my weirdest because it's a little...yikes.

(Weird in what way? That is always the question!)

In any case, for Grima I would say I have this story in my head wherein Saruman ends up doing some weird experiments on Grima for Reasons and one them results in his turning into the most fucked up, ravenous creature at night that just devours people around him. He has no control and the thing he turns into is So Ugly.

Anyway, Saruman lets him loose for shits and giggles and Eomer finds out. It goes from there.

🤓 Nerdiest thing youve done in the name of writing?

I've done a lot of things in the name of writing. I learned how to make mead for the sake of my LOTR-Rohan centric fics. I bought early medeival Anglo-Saxon clothes in order to better understand how it feels to move in them.

(Not Grima related but I almost bought a lyra de braccio in order to continue to turn myself into Marsilio Ficino but my bank account managed to convince me not to.)

I tend to drink/eat food that is relevant to what I'm writing. Including making lots of medieval and early modern recipes. I pretend to be the characters and walk around the house talking to myself as if I were them and carrying on full conversations.

&c.

🦸‍♀️ Do you have a role model in writing?

Hilary Mantel. Hands down. (and I think her influence on me is pretty obvious on my writing.)

I would also say Gillian Flynn in that I admire how good she is at telling tight, concise stories. It's something I struggle with and I think she's a master of the craft in that regard.

Back to style, I would say Mary Oliver, Kate Zambreno, Anne Carson, Anne Boyer.

I quite like Justin Torres' more experimental style (e.g., Blackouts)

🦷 Any world building details you love to include in writing from the original source? Or for original writers--what's a WB detail that has been most fun to work with?

For Grima, I like including the canon that he is light fingered and just hoarded everything in a trunk in his room. While I include from the films that he is dark haired, I have been more and more leaning into him having dark eyes as well which is a detail from the book.

More broadly, I like trying to keep to the strong early medieval Anglo-Saxon influence Tolkien used in developing Rohan. Though I do also add quite a few Nordic elements to it. While Rohan might have been based on the kingdom of Mercia, which never fell under the Danelaw, I still think there's enough cause to thread in late antiquity/early medieval Scandinavian elements (such as the seidr).

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Thank you!!

[ask meme thing]

[thorinsbeard]

I was tagged by @ithilienns

How old were you when you were first introduced to LOTR?

I got the Hobbit for my 10th birthday waaay back in the 1998 or something. I read it when I was bored I think and remember being terrified of Gollum in the cave. In 2001 I saw the Fellowship in the movie theatre with my grandparents. I was obsessed with Legolas (and Boromir) and I remember having to wait a whole year for Part II and my friend saw it before me and all she said to me was "Legolas skateboard.." which I was like ?? about. I had to wait for a whole year to see part 3. I got the movies on VHS, DVD and collected the toys in 2001-2002 when they were out. I've collected a lot of merchandise over the years all because I saw it in 2001.

Favorite LOTR character?

It's hard to say because I love each and every single member of the fellowship but I would have to say Frodo Baggins. I just love him, how determined he was at the beginning and how you slowly see him lose himself because of the ring, because *he* was brave enough to take the ring to Mordor.

Books or movies?

I love both. I love the details in the books, I love the movies as well.

Which location in Middle Earth would you want to visit?

Rivendell (which I have visited in Lord of the Rings online). It is soooo pretty and I would love to chill with the elves and annoy Erestor, and hang out with Elrond and ask him about things. Also every time I visit it in the Lotro game, I feel like all the hurt and anguish and tiredness of questing has washed away, and I'm lucky 2 of my characters can teleport there whenever they want.

Favorite movie?

I can't possibly pick but I am actually going to say Fellowship of the Ring because this is the movie where I fell in love with the series (despite teenage me not wanting to go because it looked "scary" lol)

Favorite scene?

Hmm from the movies it's probably a lot of the fight scenes. I love when the riders of Rohan show up in a moment of despair, I love Sam's speech about stories in the two towers. There is just too many good scenes in the movies. it's been awhile since I reread the books but I am gonna reread them soon!

Favorite quote?

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold. " I just love this quote of Frodo's as someone who has suffered from mental illness and loss of friends due to it, knowing that sometimes you can't go back. It's just so heartbreaking. I could go on all day about Frodo ... *resists*

What Middle Earth race would you want to be?

A Hobbit! I want to eat and sleep and rest and adventure in the Shire.

Favorite LOTR ship?

I love Elrond x Celebrian, I love Faramir x Eowyn (I almost wrote Faramir x Aragorn and had a moment of hmm that could be interesting actually lol) I love Galadriel x Celeborn but (even though it is not canon) my favourite ship (both platonic and/or romantic) is Frodo x Sam. They work so well no matter which way you write them or see them and I just love them to pieces.

I'm going to tag.. @eomer @rosettyller @normaleeinsane and @aimless-passerby and actually everyone in this fandom. I want to read your responses.

[menelvagor]

Éomer waited until Hal had accepted his gestures, snuggling up next to him, to then relax himself. He was still tired from the night's fun with Theo, and knew he was going to fall back asleep again.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling from his chest, at Hal's final words before sleep. "I am glad you find me worthy to listen to," he said. He only allowed himself to fall back into slumber when he was assured Hal reached it first. Soon they were back to resting together.

  It wouldn’t have been the first time that she had foregone sleep for the rest of the night. Happened quite regularly too. But with both Éomer's stern words and the way he pulled her closer again, Hal didn’t think tonight would be one of them. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, before curling against his side again. Rest was only going to happen for a few more hours as she tended to rise just before dawn, no matter where in Arda she was.

  ”Wouldn’t listen normally but it’s you…” Her voice trailed off as she drifted back to sleep, her breathing slowing until the rise and fall of her chest was barely noticeable. It was a safety tactic that she had learnt to do while asleep during her teenage years.

[menelvagor]

Continued from here. For @sashaofravenlock.

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Éomer had not realized his blunder until too late - he was pulled away from the spot on which he stood, being connected to Sírdal as she bolted from the bees.

"Oh, fuck-" he snapped, desperately reaching for the rope so that he could grab it for control, or even to undo it and free himself. But he was now being dragged on his back over the hard ground, which he could feel was already leaving scratches and bruises everywhere.

"Sírdal! Halt!" he yelled at her, yanking at the rope hanging from his foot, hopefully to force her to stop running. "Whoa!"

[eadrg]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 , : —           sent by :  @minastiriiths​

                                                                            HE MOURNS THE     loss   of   the   last   of   his   family  ,    leaves   her   in   a   stone   city   far   from   their   green   fields  ,    laments   the   very   thought   of   it  .     and   he  ,     the   last   of   the   line   of   éorl   to   sit   in   medusheld’s   halls  .      HOW CAN HE BE HAPPY WITH THIS ?     and   yet  ,     she   smiles   the   like   he   has   never   seen   in   those   halls   of   home  ,     and   even   the   king   cannot   fault   the   man   she   has   chosen  .     he   gives   her   away   willingly  ,    if   not   happily  ,      the   latest   of   his   family   to   leave   his   side  ,    with   a   crown   he   never   wanted   to   be   forced   upon   his   brow  .      this   is   the   hope   he   wishes   for   her  ,     not   destined   to   be   bound   to   he   as   he   withers   back   in   his   home   under   the   weight   . 

                                                                            ❝  she’d   kill   you   if   you   hurt   her  ,     but   if   she   did   not   any   one   of   my   men   might   take   a   trip   her  ,    and   be   pardoned  in   my   halls   for   their   actions  .    now  ,      a   toast  .  ❞

[menelvagor]

Dark eyebrows lifted up, deep creases appearing on his forehead as Lothíriel deftly turned herself around on the saddle in front of him. He stared at her in surprise, wondering how she had maneuvered so. Upon her expression of excitement a smile returned to him. He could not have imagined a better gift to give her, other than that of easing her to comfort with riding such horses as they had in his homeland. "Then she shall be yours. I will let the stable hands know this for certainty."

When their eyes met, his betrothed's gentle touch on his skin, the horse lord melted into the princess. He subconsciously leaned toward her, meaning to close the gap between their lips. Though annoyed at the constant interruption that seemed to dog them, he chuckled again as Lothíriel chided the other couple who had been calling their names, searching for them.

"If a few moments alone are not given, they shall have to witness your husband-to-be showing you his affection," Éomer said, closing the distance between them and kissing her deeply even as Éowyn and Faramir appeared over the crest of a hill. His arms he wrapped around her frame as they shared a kiss, then begrudgingly pulled back from her. Her sweet, flowery scent seemed to wrap all about him, like a spell.

As he looked over at his sister he saw her face change from shock to amusement, a grin brightening her face. He glared teasingly at her as the distance between their horses closed.

"So there you two are! Safe and sound, I see," Éowyn commented with a raised brow.

The wind was cold against her skin, yet it was fresh and invigorating. Her smile remained as eyes cast over the fields, long grass dancing in the breeze, looking like a sea as if waves were falling in different shades as the light hit individual strands. "mm, talk of weddings is certainly exhausting" she agreed, "I wish we could skip the planning and just be married" Lothíriel admitted, she could hardly wait to be his wife. To be his Queen. All of this talk of flowers and guests, it was tiresome.

At the mention of the equine being hers, Lothíriel moved away from Éomer, not in disagreement but surprise. She turned within the saddle rather skillfully so her legs were facing her husband to be, eyes meeting his. A trick her brother had taught her when she was young. "Really?" She asked, a gentle smile appearing across her features. "I'd love that.. for Idunn to be mine" The pair seemed to have that bond already. A horse and its rider.

Lothíriel placed a hand upon the side of his cheek, resting there in nothing short of affection. Fingers lightly tracing his skin, the Princess went to place a kiss upon his lips but as she was inches away she too heard the cries of their names upon the wind which made her pause. "Oh, can they leave us alone for five minutes?" She queried, with a displeased tone of annoyance laced upon her tongue. Yet she didn't move away or even make any indication of moving back to her original position. The two barely had time together now, compared to when they weren't betrothed. "I just want to kiss my husband to be without someone calling my name!"

[at-kuipher]

short  and  sweet.         @silentwound.

gentle  touch  upon  other’s  temple,     hoping  to  softly  nudge  them  to  wake.    “   my  love.     the  sun  rises.     as  much  as  i  wish  to  stay  beside  you,    i  must  take  my  leave.   ”

[lesbiansforboromir]

I am once again thinking about how Boromir was nearly universally loved and accepted in Rohan. I’m thinking about Eomer’s shock at news of his death, I’m thinking about how Theoden grieved him, I’m thinking about Boromir vehemently defending the Rohir at the Council of Elrond. I’m thinking about how Boromir did not just blankly accept Rohan’s allyship, I’m thinking about how he included them in his mind as ALSO his people, that he was able to shift his manners to suit both Rohan and Gondorian society seamlessly. I’m thinking about!! Boromir’s heart!!!

At this point I’m almost entirely certain that the Rohirrim were meant to stand in as the ‘warrior race’ to Gondor’s ‘’’enlightened civilisation’’’ and therefore allying Boromir so clearly to the Rohirrim and then comparing that to Faramir’s ‘Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things’ was likely him just trying to reinforce Boromir as the personification of Gondor’s ‘’’decline’’’ but I’m very sorry Tolkien you just didn’t thread this needle and now Boromir’s a gregarious, all accepting and multi-cultural man who sees no difference between the lives of ‘middle men’ and ‘high men’ and counts them all amongst his people.

[erosofthepen]

Hi hun! So, on my other blog, I'm sure you saw me rambling about my idea for the Character x Seamstress S/O fanfics. I wanted to get your opinion on something when you find the time.

You know how you always used to write those "Which Lotr Character would most enjoy a cottagecore s/o" requests for me? Could you please do one of those with a Seamstress s/o? Like which Lotr and The Hobbit Characters would most appreciate a seamstress girlfriend? Thank you kindly, and I hope you're doing well hun!!

Here you are love! I hope you enjoy. I have your other ask, and i promise i'm getting to it, but I might have to do it during the weekend since it's the last two days of classes and everything's being a bit rushed.

Lotr:

Eomer:

Eomer would be head over heels for a cute seamstress s/o! You can bet that he would start commissioning clothing he doesn't need, or intentionally tearing tunic or trousers just so that he could stop by and visit them. I feel like he's the type of person who would start brining little things like treats or flowers whenever he comes visiting. When he's made King of Rohan, he wears some traditional armor that has been passed down through generations, but also commissions the rest of his garb to be made by his s/o, likely with a love confession to follow.

Faramir:

Faramir would 100% appreciate a seamstress s/o, especially since he knows a thing or two about sewing himself. I can totally see him allowing his s/o to see his late-mother's wardrobe, so that she could study the different patterns and fashions of Gondor nobility, and Faramir would totally gift her her favorite of the dresses and robes. This is going out on a limb here, but since Faramir mentioned in lotr that his clothes as a boy never fit him, i can see that continuing on to his adulthood. Like perhaps his tunic is always just a bit too tight, or something of the sort. When the seamstress takes his measurements and creates clothing that finally fits, he could have married her on the spot.

Aragorn:

Dirty rugged ranger man would very much love a seamstress s/o. He knows how to sew himself, but without much neatness or grace, and being the ranger that he is, is always having to fix tears and holes in his clothes. When his seamstress s/o comes along, he's ever so thankful that she really knows her stuff, and can make the holes and such almost look like they were never there in the first place. He also starts relying on her to help him with court fashion and 'the noble look' after he becomes king, because she knows whats hot and what's not.

The Hobbit:

Bard:

Bard would love her character, first and foremost, but, he also very much loves her for how helpful she is. With three children, clothing is always getting torn up, and new clothes are needed every few months or so, especially when his kids go through growth-spurts. All of his children would love her, especially little Tilda, since his s/o starts making little dresses and coats for her dolls from scrap fabrics. But also, have you seen the state of that man's coat? Yeah, his seamstress s/o wouldn't stand for that. She'll either refurbish it so that it looks good as new, or she'll create a whole other new coat for him, that'll keep him even warmer out in the winter. He loves her with all his heart, and never fails to bring home new and beautiful threads from the markets for her work.

Fili:

My main dwarf Fili. Okay, so he would absolutely adore his seamstress s/o, and being the crown prince of the richest kingdom in middle earth, would 100% order and bring in nothing but the finest fabrics, silks, and furs for her work. She'd learn a whole lot about dwarven fashion and clothing while there, especially how golden thread can be spun into cloth, and how jewels and precious gems are often threaded onto robes. I feel like their first meeting would be her taking his measurements for a commission Thorin asked her to do, and while she's getting a bit blushy at taking the inseam measurements, Fili starts being Fili and makes a few suggestive, but not offensive jokes. It be so cute to see them interacting.

Bilbo:

This hobbit would be head over heels, because, FINALLY, someone he can talk to about sewing and embroidering clothing. Hobbits have lots of wonderful colors and patterns in their outfits, and I feel like a seamstress would really appreciate all the different styles hobbits have. She would also appreciate the depth at which Bilbo is able to talk about them. He loves commissioning clothing from her, because "There's no one in Hobbiton who comes even remotely close to your skill and dedication. I hardly think I could trust someone else with making my clothes now." It's all very sweet.

[menelvagor]

Éomer waited with a bated breath as he saw Amarië considering what he had offered. He would understand if she wanted to continue with her own company of elves, whom she likely had lived and fought with for decades or even centuries. However, he also knew he would like for her to spend some more time with him and his éored. They had already shared much in the short amount of time together. If she wished to rebuild and design buildings, it would be helpful to the people of Rohan.

He laughed for a moment when she asked if no one would object to her joining. "Worry not, Amarië. Most of my men are already grateful to have you join us, as you and your company have aided us in keeping some of the dark creatures at bay that linger still. If there are any who find you more odd than I or hold any dislike for you, they shall regret it," Éomer said with a serious look entering his face.

"If anyone finds you loathsome, they should try to learn more about you. Odd friends are often the most interesting ones. Really, you are just different from us."

He smiled again when she said she had not explored the Mark as much as he had. "Of course not. I am now its King, am I not? If you had traveled this part of the world much, it was probably so long ago that it is all changed. I have seen much of my lands, and where I have not, I will visit in time. We shall find each place in need of our help."

Amarië smiled, watching the flames dance. It was a generous offer. Rohan was pleasant, the people noble. Different than the valley of Imladris, the forests of Lothlorien, or the gulf of Lindon, but it had a beauty in itself. A beauty that only Middle Earth had - a beauty she had never seen in Valinor.

Amarië followed Éomer's glance to her spear, considering. Sercehte had been a constant companion since the Helacarxe - a departing gift from Arafinwë. It had hardly left her side during the long years since.

If she sailed to Valinor, there would be no more need for it. Weapons were not necessary in the Blessed Realm. She was not done wielding it, Amarië decided, not done carrying it with her as she would surely cease doing in Valinor.

"Very well," She agreed. She would send word with the other elves to Galadriel. A redundant point, she was sure Galadriel already knew. "Your company will not object to someone from such an odd race joining?"

Her second statement was both a joke and a serious question. She knew that some of the Edain were uneasy around elves. Amarië did not wish to cause an issue for the newly crowned king. But, to build again, to create, not just prepare defenses...it was a hard won reward.

"And no, my lord. I have not traveled the Mark as extensively as you, I am sure."

[menelvagor]

Continued from here.

@ofthevanyar

“I suppose that would be your right,” Amarië gave a little shrug. “You outrank them - they can’t make you do anything.”

… As far as she knew. Perhaps there was some method by which the Kings Council could overrule him, some ancient law or the like.

“You could always banish them from the court.” She joked.

Éomer frowned, looking down towards the table. "I am the King, but it is not as though I am to do anything and everything that I wish. There are certain expectations they have for me and diplomacy to consider."

A gleam came to his eyes then at her joke. "Aye, I have already looked into that idea, trust me. One is close to being banished. . ."

[btcher]

my tired brain listing to the lotr soundtrack looking at the icon i’m using in a thread thinking i’m writing eomer for the slightest second .

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

He catches sight of her face, the skepticism in it. ‘I was in a painter’s workshop for a time. Before I was made to switch trades.’

‘Why’s that?’

‘Kept brawling with the master’s son. It wasn’t my fault the boy was unforgivably ugly not to mention stupid and absolutely had it coming.’  

‘You sure it’s not you?’ Osanna asks, holding her hand out she motions for the painting. ‘I suspect there might be a common thread and its name is Pietro.’

Pietro is like if Grima and Eomer had a deeply unfortunate son. 

Lurks in corners? check. Drowned rat appearance? check. Compulsively truculent? check. Prone to dropping sick burns at inappropriate times? check. Just always ready to fight? check. Would brawl with Gimli if there were a cross over? absolutely. Would backstab someone for money? 100% and with zero regrets. Has his moments of charm and charisma? for sure.