Warnings: Extreme self-indulgence, diabetes-inducing sugar, AU
Disclaimer: I'm neither JRRT nor related to him; please don't sue.
Dedication: Aliana. She knows why.
In the days after the battle, he had nearly succumbed – not once, but often. Death has many faces, though all face the same way.
He’ll never be well, the healers warn. His wounds were too grave. He’ll not walk straight again, nor hold a sword, press a bow, ride. Pain makes for sleepless nights, and a stranger in the glass.
Insight is his weapon now, more than ever: he struggles with foreign ways, foreign thoughts. Health’s a blessing, but not all: his king is crowned! Foresight’s despair is broken! He can still serve!
For that, Halbarad will suffer his pains.
Note: This is probably best conceived as a very short sequel to Resurrection.