A/N: I certainly don't own Theodred or anyone else from Arda. Otherwise the muses would hopefully be visiting me with more than a double-drabble character study, one might very well hope.
Theodred was not one for ancient tomes and written reports. He was a man of action rather than deep thought, like his father before him and his cousin after him, or so he was as fond as anyone else of saying. In practice, he preferred to ride out without a plan rather than brood over a situation, and certainly had done the former often enough over the years between mounting his first horse and that last charge to the fords. He was more frequently found in conversation with his riders or itinerant bards in his rare downtime rather than lost in a book.
This did not mean that Theodred was not a man of history. He simply knew that Rohan's history was a living thing, sweet and fleeting, strong and loud, not pinned down by any pen but echoing across the plains in the songs of its men and women and reborn in every teller's tale. He studied it as his forefathers had passed it down, and left his imprint upon it much as Rohan's story had ever continued: untouchable, uncontestable, and unwritten. The scholars in Gondor and Hobbiton might record it as best they could, but Theodred's life was best captured and continued in the way he'd built it: swift action, stories told amongst friends, and song arching over the fords.