A/N : I wanted to write something long and *really* interesting for Christmas, but the School Finals loom threateningly large in the horizon... I may finish up this theme with Theodred and Grima later, but... damn school! Damn it!
Theoden
Your will, once
its own, is subdued
Winter lies heavy on your brows;
Your golden court poisoned by counsels
Of malice; soul burdened by grief.
Yet even as autumn's
last leaf
Sinks earthwards, the bitter wind tells
Tidings of spring that will rouse
Your heart to a strength renewed.
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