Partner and I have been rewatching The Two Towers for the first time in a long time.
anyway, one thing that has always been weird for me is Eomer giving Hasufel and Arod to random strangers, just like that. Just giving them away, two horses, to a trio of foreign travelers he just met and had suspected of being spies.
like. what? This is Rohan. Horses are the thing you value above all else, I don’t care if their riders are dead, even if their riders don’t have actual heirs somewhere to whom ownership would pass (or Rohirric inheritance law works differently and ownership has somehow defaulted to their éored’s commander, IDK), you’re still a calvary force planning to see a lot more battle in the near future, chances are high you’re going to end up with horseless riders who’ll need them.
this time I actually processed the fact, though, that Eomer believes they’ve inadvertantly killed two innocents, prisoners of the orcs, the beloved companions of these travelers.
*inhaaaaales* OKAY UM, rummaging through my stuff yet again and…this was something I worked on months ago but NEVER shared anywhere online xD I mean I recalI I did once but deleted it after a while since I needed to give it touch up here and there, but I never did, wow orz…but now I fixed it up, so…yeah here ya go *rolls away*
Sherlock burst into the lab, charging over to where Molly was working. She glanced up briefly, but then returned her safety glasses shielded gaze back to the biopsy she was working with.
“Oh, hi. Is there something-”
“I think you should realize that in all reality I am not as impressive I sometimes act,” he fired off a bit breathlessly.
Molly straightened up and frowned. “Pardon?”
“Look, Molly…” He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I explained this to John many years ago and I’ll explain it to you as well…I am no hero. I’m not superhuman or invincible, despite the way I may behave at times. But you, you are…remarkable.”
Molly slowly removed her glasses, eyes staying riveted to his.
“You are brave and selfless to a fault. You care about others and their feelings and wellbeing so very deeply, and would go to amazing lengths to help them. The way you live your life and treat others…” He paused, slowly shaking his head in quiet awe. “It makes you deserving of a very special sort of life…with…someone.”
She swallowed thickly while pulling her gloves off.
“A-and despite how I may…feel,” he said, appearing to taste the new words in his mouth with nervous curiosity. “I am afraid that perhaps I may not be- that is, for you I may not be enough of-”
“Sherlock,” Molly jumped in quickly. “I think I’ll stop you right there.”
He paused, raising a brow in question.
She smiled, quickly putting away what she had been working on. “I’ve got to get a report to a doctor upstairs, so maybe you can give me a few minutes and wait here?”
The corners of his delicious lips turned downward and he looked rather adorably injured at what must have seemed to him like disinterest, or perhaps even agreement with his concerns. Molly reached in her lab coat pocket though, before leaving, and handed him her phone and earbuds.
“Here,” she said while tapping the screen a few times. “Put these in and press play. And when I come back maybe you’ll have a clearer idea of where I stand on this issue.”
Sherlock took the device hesitantly but nodded in agreement, putting the earbuds in place. He hit play and she smiled at him before walking out the door.
Molly came back into the lab about five minutes later to see Sherlock greet her with a soft smile. She crossed the room to him slowly and accepted his return of her phone and earbuds.
“So…what did you think of the song?”
Sherlock gazed affectionately into her eyes, answering her in a low whisper. “Do you mean it?”
Molly nodded, smiled, and draped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want a hero or a fairytale or anything that’s out of the ordinary. This is enough- you are enough. You always have been. I don’t care how much you believe you fall short, because it doesn’t change how I feel about you. And what’s more, I know exactly what I want.”
“Something just like this?” Sherlock asked with a little smirk as he slid his hands around her waist.
Molly grinned. “Nice listening comprehension, detective. So, if you’re so smart, according to the song,” she went on softly, tugging him down a bit. “What else do I want?”
Sherlock feigned a thoughtful expression as he eyes her lips and bent further forward. “It seems…the very same thing that I do,” he whispered.
As their lips met and they became blissfully wrapped up in each other, they both finally felt like things were as they should be. Which didn’t mean it was a fairytale, no. It was far more simply and ordinary than all that. But they did each have something they wanted- someone they wanted.
Giant Preds that normally have strong enough will power to resist eating their smol prey friends, but one day it begins to falter and they get such a strong urge to taste them.
And one little taste wouldn’t hurt, right?
But once the Giant takes a lick out of their confused yet concerned tiny, the tantalizing flavor of them courses through their maw, making them drool at the sight of them and whoops, next thing they know it, the little one is either thrashing about in their mouth, or already heading down into their tum!