The Son of H(ma
Summary: Th(oden encounters H(ma's only child after the battle of Helm's Deep.
I don't own Lord of the Rings and I don't make any money off of this.
A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! It's a bit AU if you're bothered by that kind of thing. Just thought I should let you know. Starfleet Hobbit P.S. Are there any other H(ma fans out there? If you are tell me when you review. I get the impression we're a rare breed.
The battle of Helm's Deep was over. Theoden stood upon the Deeping-coomb and gazed
at the ruin of the wall of the fortress. So many had been lost. He wondered who would
awake this morning as a widow or an orphan. Suddenly he was aware that someone stood
beside him. He turned to see Aragorn of Gondor was also intent on the sad sight before
them.
"There is so much yet to be done." whispered Aragorn, more to himself than Theoden.
"You speak the truth my friend" the other replied. "We best begin now."
As soon as they entered through what was left of the gate they were further engulfed in
the gruesome aftermath of the battle. Already some of the survivors were preparing to
bury the fallen Men of Rohan. Others were tending to the wounded.
"I must see that all is well with Legolas and Gimli" Aragorn said.
Theoden nodded absently but his eyes stayed locked on the one who he had discovered.
Crouched like an island in the midst of the sea of activity was a small boy of no more that
twelve summers. The scene was heart wrenching for the boy tightly grasped the hand of
a dead companion. As Theoden approached the realization of the dead man's identity
pierced his heart like a dagger. For a moment he stood frozen with shock, his mind
refusing to accept what he saw. How could this be? How could Hama be dead? He went
to the boy's side. The child looked up at him with a steady gaze. The last time Theoden
had seen this boy he had been so happy and free. Now tears had cut paths through the dirt
and blood caked on his face.
"Hamual, his death was not in vain. His spirit will find it's way to the house of your ancestors."
"Thank you Theoden King" Hamual replied. Though he tried to keep his tone steady his
voice cracked. Rohan's King embraced the boy tightly as he began to weep.
"He can't be dead!" he sobbed "not my father, he's too strong!"
Suddenly Hamual pulled away and looked Theoden in the eyes. When he spoke again it
was not the anguished lament of a child, but the vow of a battle hardened warrior.
"I will not stop until all the uruks die."
Then he fell limply against the king and cried again. Theoden tried to comfort him as he
too shed tears for Hama. They had been close, almost as family.
That day as the sun set Theoden and Hamual stood before the grave of H(ma. Both were
silent, looking to the past and the future; searching for strength. Theoden pondered what
would become of Hamual now that he had no family left, but in his heart he knew that he
would care for the boy. It could be no other way. Finally Hamual spoke.
"What I said about the uruks," he promised, "I will hold to it."
Theoden gazed at him. "You are the son of Hama" he thought to himself, "I know you will."
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Summary: Th(oden encounters H(ma's only child after the battle of Helm's Deep.
I don't own Lord of the Rings and I don't make any money off of this.
A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! It's a bit AU if you're bothered by that kind of thing. Just thought I should let you know. Starfleet Hobbit P.S. Are there any other H(ma fans out there? If you are tell me when you review. I get the impression we're a rare breed.
The battle of Helm's Deep was over. Theoden stood upon the Deeping-coomb and gazed
at the ruin of the wall of the fortress. So many had been lost. He wondered who would
awake this morning as a widow or an orphan. Suddenly he was aware that someone stood
beside him. He turned to see Aragorn of Gondor was also intent on the sad sight before
them.
"There is so much yet to be done." whispered Aragorn, more to himself than Theoden.
"You speak the truth my friend" the other replied. "We best begin now."
As soon as they entered through what was left of the gate they were further engulfed in
the gruesome aftermath of the battle. Already some of the survivors were preparing to
bury the fallen Men of Rohan. Others were tending to the wounded.
"I must see that all is well with Legolas and Gimli" Aragorn said.
Theoden nodded absently but his eyes stayed locked on the one who he had discovered.
Crouched like an island in the midst of the sea of activity was a small boy of no more that
twelve summers. The scene was heart wrenching for the boy tightly grasped the hand of
a dead companion. As Theoden approached the realization of the dead man's identity
pierced his heart like a dagger. For a moment he stood frozen with shock, his mind
refusing to accept what he saw. How could this be? How could Hama be dead? He went
to the boy's side. The child looked up at him with a steady gaze. The last time Theoden
had seen this boy he had been so happy and free. Now tears had cut paths through the dirt
and blood caked on his face.
"Hamual, his death was not in vain. His spirit will find it's way to the house of your ancestors."
"Thank you Theoden King" Hamual replied. Though he tried to keep his tone steady his
voice cracked. Rohan's King embraced the boy tightly as he began to weep.
"He can't be dead!" he sobbed "not my father, he's too strong!"
Suddenly Hamual pulled away and looked Theoden in the eyes. When he spoke again it
was not the anguished lament of a child, but the vow of a battle hardened warrior.
"I will not stop until all the uruks die."
Then he fell limply against the king and cried again. Theoden tried to comfort him as he
too shed tears for Hama. They had been close, almost as family.
That day as the sun set Theoden and Hamual stood before the grave of H(ma. Both were
silent, looking to the past and the future; searching for strength. Theoden pondered what
would become of Hamual now that he had no family left, but in his heart he knew that he
would care for the boy. It could be no other way. Finally Hamual spoke.
"What I said about the uruks," he promised, "I will hold to it."
Theoden gazed at him. "You are the son of Hama" he thought to himself, "I know you will."
Come on, please and review. I know you're tempted by the power of the little button. ( All flames will be given to Tom-Tom, the Orc who lives under my bed.