Envenomed
By Kielle (kielle@subreality.com)
Written for Crantz

DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien -- I'm just borrowing them. Please ask to archive. Feedback is most welcome.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made a post in my LiveJournal, offering to write drabbles on request. This is one of the resulting ficlets. In this case, John asked for a story about Wulf and Helm...because I'm always going off about what a racist bastard Helm was. What? He WAS.



But he hadn't done anything wrong.

Dazed, he urged his horse through the gates. His father's men were packing what they could save, but for him there was no time. A king who would murder a fat, unarmed man, merely for seeking a princess's hand on the behalf of his own son...

That king would order the son murdered, too.

And already had.

Wulf halted for a precious moment, wind ruffling his dark hair as he stared east. Towards Edoras. Then, silently, he turned his back on the Mark and struck out for Dunland.

Someday soon, Helm Hammerhand would pay.



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