Happy New Year!!! 🎇✨🥂
I wish you plenty of love, happiness, luck and all you could wish for in 2026!
And to celebrate, I miiight have prepared a little surprise for the muster of Rohan...
Does anyone remember my submission for last year's Rohan Santa? I worked on prompts from @frodothefair and wrote a story about Grimbold having a *moment* over Éowyn skinny dipping in the river on New Year's morning, featuring a particularly silly surfer!Éomer. 🏄♂️
Running out of time, I had left it on a fearsome cliffhanger, promising part 2 "soon".
Well, a year later... Here it is!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(Linking from the start because after a year, no one could blame readers for needing a refresher!)
CW: vomiting, battle death, a misunderstanding so bad it might hurt physically
Grimbold staggered with incredulity. Could Lady Éowyn, fierce, untouchable Lady Éowyn, run to him and embrace him so? He had not slept a wink; he had lived through enough watches to know that he tended to hallucinate improbable fantasies after staying up all night, and this definitely felt like it belonged to the realm of the impossible. But no, she was there indeed, pressing herself close against him, her arms tight around his waist. At first his hands hovered above her shoulders, as he wondered what this could mean. Was she sheltering from some danger? His warrior’s senses in alert, he quickly surveyed their surroundings: nothing beyond the silent fall of snow, the trees cracking under their load, and the muffled rush of the river. Éowyn shivered. Of course: it was warmth she so urgently sought in his arms, and nothing else. The poor thing must have been terribly cold. He rested his hands on her back and rubbed, gently, gently.
Tagging those who expressed interest or some level of distress at the cliffhanger:
@emmathefanficgal @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @hastyhobbit @dreambigdreamz @lucifers-legions @torchwood-99 @mummelthecryptid
And lovely dividers by @quillofspirit