LotR fic, zomg

This has been living on my hard drive for a couple of years now, and whenever I feel like writing angsty fanfic I take it out and poke at it. I'm generally far too embarrassed to post LotR fic. Not only is the source material ridiculously dear to me, it also means that - if I'm going to follow my usual habit and try to write fic in the style of the original - things could get quite wordy and the narrative mode isn't for everyone. Emotion in LotR is treated with remarkable frankness, though, and that lends itself to angstfic like none of my other fandoms do. I knew someday I would get over my reticence to post this and accept it as something that I had a damn fun time writing, even if it's not up to my usual self-imposed standards of subtlety.

Also, we've been watching Gone with the Wind over the last couple of days, so you can blame my motivation for posting this now on Clark Gable's valiant attempt to emote. Or maybe, more accurately, on Olivia de Havilland's encouragement ("You will cry in this scene, you will, and you will be wonderful or I will kick you in the shin").


Title: Downhill
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (bookverse, with one teeny movie reference. See if you can spot it.)
Genre: Angstariffic, hurt/comfort
Words: 1,625
Characters: Aragorn, Legolas (slashy if you like, epic Fellowship-love regardless)
Notes: This takes place in The Two Towers, while Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli are tracking Merry and Pippin. Reading the books as an adult, I was surprised how I never noticed how much crap Aragorn has to deal with.

( Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - while I can try to emulate Tolkien's prose style I do not dare to attempt any singing. )