The Southampton fic lives on in my soul

I still think about all those stretches of time when Aragorn and Éomer are off at war, and back home you’ve got Faramir ruling as Steward in Minas Tirith while navigating a probably complex relationship with Arwen, and there’s Éowyn running/defending Ithilien (what’s her relationship with Beregond? Legolas?), and meanwhile there’s Lothíriel in Rohan doing ????? and …

Well, if I had the time or energy (or discipline), it’d be a kind of perfect ground for epistolary headcanon fic.

(Look, Éowyn, Marchwarden of Ithilien, is very important to me. And the Faramir-Arwen relationship gradually evolving from cautious mutual respect to the springless autumn BROTP. And Lothíriel the young foreign queen of a fiercely independent people. And how they all interrelate with each other and the new age they're part of! /sigh)