#Haleth son of helm

[kanawolf]

Haleth and Hama appreciation post! I love them and they make me so sad

[zonky-zara]

Unpopular opinion: Hama isn't a twink. He's average sized. His dad and brother are just fucking huge.

[glittergelpensherlock]

The heirs of Helm Hammerhand

[southaway]

One of my IRL friends managed to slide into requests first. Haleth and Hama from The War of the Rohirrim for @they-of-clay

They really liked Haleth, they also really like Boromir. I think there might be something they end up having in common. Who can say?

Next up is Elrond and Estel

(Note: I got a lot of requests! I will do all of them, just be patient with me)

[arwenkenobi48]

What if War of the Rohirrim had a gag reel like in early Pixar films? I’d love to see that so I wrote my own, which are as follows:

Hama sings Hey Brother while strumming his harp, then excitedly asks “can we keep this in the movie? Please, please, please?”

Wulf repeatedly forgets his lines

When Wulf confesses his love to Herá, after he says “I love you” she just goes “I know” and they both end up laughing

Both Helm and Freca keep laughing during their fight scene, resulting in Wulf guffawing from offscreen: “Stop enjoying yourself, dad, you’re about to die!”

Everyone keeps falling over in the snow, especially Targg

The mumakil runs away and has to be lured back to the set with a bag of peanuts

When Herá shows up to fight Wulf in the wedding dress and he’s like “what is this?” she glances down at the dress and calls back “I think it’s Versace!” and the camera captures them both laughing again before being like “ok, let’s do it for real this time”

During the siege tower fight, Wulf can be heard muttering “Don’t look down, don’t look down” under his breath, implying that he’s scared of heights

Helm’s beard gets tangled in a knot multiple times

Haleth randomly does a Thor impression during one scene and everyone bursts out laughing

The giant eagles keep knocking the cameras over

Lief also keeps forgetting his lines

Olwyn and Herá share a lot of banter on set

Ashere nearly bowls Frealaf over more than once

At one point, while preparing for the scene when the giant eagles come to save the day, Herá begins singing part of Close To You by The Carpenters, specifically the “why do birds suddenly appear��� bit; the camera then pans to three women who are background extras swooning over her voice

Whenever Wulf wears that golden crown, it keeps falling down over his eyes mid scene

Many scenes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail are quoted, including Wulf saying to Targg “On second thought, let’s not ride to Edoras. ‘Tis a silly place.”

[alrightythenbabe]

To have you in my arms, you are safe.

Pairing: Haleth x fem!reader

Fandom: Lord of the Rings, War of the Rohirrim

Words: idk I’m sorry, this was written in my notes app like a heathen

Warnings: smut right off the bat, unprotected p in v (use protection please), oral f&m receive, violence (battle), fluff, so many pet names bc I’m a romantic at heart, Haleth being in love with his wife aka you, use of y/n, 2nd person pov. If there’s anything else lmk

Summary: A gentle morning between lovers, turned a nighttime for warriors. A lot can happen in a day.

A/N: hello everyone, I noticed there was no fic written from this movie, at least not posted on here so I decided to write my own. I have taken creative liberties. I’m sorry for any mistakes, it is 1am. Please be nice, I haven’t written fic in like 9 years. I hope you enjoy 💜

“G’mornin’ my love.” his drowsy voice says, not yet fully awake. He buries his head in your neck, pressing another kiss there.

“Good morning, my darling.” you reply, rolling over to face his smiling face and resting a hand on his cheek.

“Hello there, beautiful.” He says before pressing a kiss to your lips. You giggle “hello handsome.” Continuously pressing multiple kisses to his face. He laughs as he grabs your face bringing you back to his lips, kisses quickly turning more passionate.

He rolls on top of you, your legs spreading to accommodate his broad form, both still naked from the night before, his lips leaving yours to continue a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest, alternating between your breasts, squeezing them with his hands, rough from the years of using a sword, and flicking your nipples with his tongue, dragging down to your stomach, kissing every scar on your body, loving them as part of you, before pressing a kiss between your hips.

“You’re insatiable.” You say, without protest.

“I will make no apology, I am starting my morning off right. I have a beautiful wife who I plan to make love to as often as possible.” He replies, continuing his movements.

“No complaints from me, darling, continue”

Kissing the curls between your legs, he moves down to where your body has been begging him to be.

“Mmm,” he moans “so pretty.”

You gasp feeling warm lips against your aching clit, then moving to your right thigh simultaneously dragging his tongue and pressing kisses there before kissing your clit once again, lingering longer this time and continuing to do the same to your left thigh.

“Honey,” you whine “please don’t tease”

“Who’s teasing, sweetheart? I’m just worshipping my woman” he continues his agonising torture.

“I need you, baby please” writhing your body.

“I know, my love, I can see, you’re dripping” he runs his tongue from your entrance, tasting your arousal, to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He moans.

“The sweetest honey anyone’s ever tasted”

Is all the warning you get before he puts you out of your misery. Mouth attaching to your clit and sucking. You moan in surprise, your back arching off the bed.

The room filling with the sounds of him slurping and sucking at your pussy. His arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you spread open for him, his right arm leaving to wet his fingers with his spit, slowly easing one in and continuing his movements. Your hands fly to his head, one hand wrapped around his long hair pulling at it, your other finding one of the shaved sides, pulling him closer, he groans, loving when you do that.

“Oh my-Haleth! Yes! Please!!” Unable to finish a complete sentence, so overwhelmed with pleasure. You feel him add a second finger, eyes rolling back, your body mindlessly chasing pleasure grinds at his face, your man moaning, grinding at the bed trying to relieve the ache in his hard cock.

“Yesyesyea-ahhhh” you squeal as the coil snaps, pleasure washing over you as your body shakes.

You pull him off you, the pleasure becoming too much, your body twitches as he cheekily kisses your clit once more.

Using the hand still in his hair, you pull him up towards you in a messy make out.

Rolling him over, you kiss down his body tasting every inch, placing kisses on the scars littering his own body from battles past, proof your man survived and he’s here with you.

Running your hands down his form, solid and strong beneath you, you reach your prize. His painfully hard already leaking cock, lowering yourself down you tease him with your breath, he gasps as he feels you press the first kiss at the base, gently running your tongue from base to tip, flicking at the end. A sharp inhale whistles through his teeth, a hand flying to your head, wrapping around your own hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel you.

You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him already looking at you through his hooded eyes. Kissing his balls, running your tongue along them to his left thigh nipping at the muscle there and repeating the same to the other. Mimicking the same agonising torture he put you through.

“Sweetheart please,” he pants “you’re teasing”

“Who’s teasing, my love? I’m just worshipping my man.” you say with false innocence, using his previous words against him. He smiles knowing he walked right into that one.

Resting your arms over the tops of his thighs, grasping the base of his cock with your hand, fingers barely meeting each other around the girth. You wet him with your tongue, putting the head of his cock in your mouth and suck. He groans, head falling back meeting his pillow, hand squeezing your hair a bit tighter.

“Just like that baby, you always know what I like.” He says in awe.

You hum around him, swallowing him a bit further keeping your pace, stroking his cock with your dominant hand, your other coming up to squeeze and massage his balls. His moans music to your ears.

Pulling away just enough to dribble spit onto his tip, watching it run down his length, continuing to stroke his cock, you swallow him down again moving faster, needing to pleasure him more than you need to breathe.

“Ah-stop I need to be inside you darling please.” He says desperate and breathless, pulling you off him, you whine missing the taste and weight of him on your tongue.

“And you say I’m insatiable, greedy girl.” He smiles “come here.” He whispers.

Pulling you up towards his face as you straddle him, lips meeting in a messy kiss. His tongue immediately meeting yours with a moan, his hand pulling you as close to him as possible. Using the hand still around his cock, you run the tip through your folds, eager to finally have him inside you.

Slowly easing yourself down with a soft gasp, once fully seated you moan into each other’s mouths, bracing your hands on his chest you begin a slow ride. He runs his hands along your body up to your breasts, squeezing them then running them back down over your waist to rest on your hips, guiding them back and forth, up and down.

“You’re so sexy, my beautiful woman, all mine.” In absolute awe of you, a view he never tires of. His hands moving around to your ass, squeezing, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

He sits up, arms wrapping around you as yours go around his shoulders holding each other close, kissing and breathing in each others moans. Dragging his lips from your mouth to the side of your neck, he can’t get enough.

Holding you to him he spins so you’re pinned to the bed, gasping as his pace doesn’t falter, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, knowing what you need, he licks his thumb and brings it to your clit rubbing the way you like.

Knowing you’re both close, his thrusts getting more desperate, your moans coming together in a lustful duet. Pulling him to you, your nails scratching down his strong back, your body arching as you let out a scream as you come.

“That’s it baby.” he moans still thrusting as looks at you “so beautiful.”

His last few thrusts losing their rhythm as he comes with a shout. He collapses on top of you, both breathing heavily as you run your hands over his head and back.

“I love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your breast and resting his head there.

“I love you, angel.” You reply, kissing his head.

After bathing together, you both spend the day riding with Háma and your ladies maid, now back in the palace and both getting dressed you hear a knock on your chamber door.

“Enter.” Haleth calls and a young guard you know as Finn enters.

“My Lord, My Lady,” Finn nods “the king has called for an urgent meeting in the hall”

“Did he mention the matter?” Haleth asks.

“Only that it was a matter of importance, Lord Haleth.” He replies, apologetic he doesn’t have more information.

“Very well, thank you Finn. We’ll be there shortly.” Finn bows and leaves the room.

“Fréaláf!” You call, arms wide to welcome him into an embrace, one he gladly accepts with a smile.

“Y/N.” He says lovingly, kissing your cheek. “I trust my cousin is treating you well.”

“Of course, always.” You reply, as Haleth comes and wraps an arm around you.

“That shouldn’t even be questioned, cousin, I am wounded.”

“Well you are a brute, and she is my favourite cousin in-law. But I do trust she’s still the one who runs things.”

“You know it, I do as she says, but tell no one.”

“Your secret is safe with me, cousin.” Fréaláf laughs and the cousins pull each other into a hug as Héra approaches.

“Sister.” She says, giving you a warm embrace you gladly return.

“What is this meeting about? What has happened?” Haleth asks.

Fréaláf sighs “while we were out this morning, we were attacked, and Héra was kidnapped.“

“What?!” You and Haleth both exclaim “were you hurt?” Haleth asks checking her over, noticing the scratch on her cheek.

“I am fine brother, truly” she reassures.

“We were able to get her back, but it was my fault she was taken in the first place.” Fréaláf says.

“It was not your fault, this is not on you.” She says sternly but kindly, putting a hand on his back.

“How can you think that, Fréaláf?” You ask.

“She distracted the Mûmakil, pulled its attention from me and onto her, it chased her into the forest, that’s where they got to her.” Fréaláf says sadly.

“Who got to her?” Haleth says concerned.

“Wulf.”

“He has returned?”

Fréaláf nods “and he’s got an army.”

“The wisest move is to fall back to our strongholds,” Fréaláf says “light the beacons call for aid from Gondor.”

“the wisest move?” Helm replies “you would have me abandon Edoras?”

“Until we are at full strength, yes. This is no rabble of wild men, these men are well trained and well armed.”

Lord Thorne steps forward.

“I pledge 300 Riders to protect the Eastern flank the men of the wall stand ready to fight”

“I accept your pledge. Lord Thorne shall have command of the East I will lead the Vanguard North and meet Wulf on the plains.” Helm commands.

When the meeting is adjourned and most of the men have left, Héra comes up to you and Haleth, face a mixture of sadness, concern and guilt.

“He means to punish in the cruelest way,” she begins “he said he will kill you Y/N and make Haleth watch, then kill Haleth and Háma to torture father, then he would kill father, before he takes the throne.” Héra says, tears in her voice.

“That’s not going to happen, darling, I was swinging a sword before he was born.” You reassure her.

“He won’t fight fair, my love. He’s a coward, he will do it from a safe distance or when we can’t defend ourselves, he knows he’s not the stronger fighter, so he won’t do it hand to hand.”

“Well we keep eyes on each other at all times, watch the high ground, look out for archers especially when we are not surrounded by our own men.” You say.

Haleth sighs.

“What?” You ask.

“I-I do not want you to fight tonight.”

“And what makes you think you have a say in the matter?” You say looking up at him with your arms folded.

“As your husband I want you safe, a threat has been made on your life and I take that very seriously. You will stay back with Héra in the palace. That is final.”

“Is it?” You turn around and storm out of the hall, back to the palace.

Haleth sighs looking down at his feet before turning around and being met with the wide eyes of Fréaláf, Héra and now Háma.

“Oooh brother you’re in trouble.” Háma laughs, Héra and Fréaláf joining in.

“I know, I know.” Haleth says, “I messed up, get out of here you lot.” The three of them still laughing leave Haleth to think about how he’s going to make it up to his wife. He thinks he’ll give you a moment though.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Turning around you see Haleth leaning against the stable door, already donned in his armour, looking handsome as ever.

“Putting my armour on”.

“I can see that, why?”

“There is to be a battle tonight, did you not know?” You reply with a smirk continuing to lace your arm guard.

Haleth can’t help but smile, walking over to you. “Oh is there? First I’ve heard of it, and as a prince of this kingdom that is rather concerning” he jests back, as you smile in return.

He places his hand over yours, stopping your movements and face turning serious.

“My love?” He says, voice softer now, he sighs and gently shakes his head “I’m sorry for what I said, my choice of words was wrong, I just want you safe and I went full ‘what I say goes’ and I’m sorry. It’s just, this one is different, it feels worse. Wulf threatened you by name, a direct threat on your life. I don’t want you on that battlefield, you will be a main target.”

“Haleth, I was a warrior before we met, you may have been able to give me this order 7 years ago that I would have possibly followed with protest, but we went and fell in love, got married, now I give the orders” a slight smile breaks through his otherwise serious expression. “Now? I love Háma and Héra as my own siblings. Helm as my father. And Fréaláf, is more a brother to me than cousin in-law. And you?” You move your hands to his cheeks, pulling him closer “I love you with everything in me I have not the words to describe it, I would do anything to spend one more moment with you. I will fight for our family, this kingdom and its people. Please do not ask me to stay back and be safe in a palace while the people I love put their lives on the line, when their lives were threatened too.”

“I know I just-I want you to be safe, I need you to be safe, I will not survive this world if you are not in it” he closes his eyes as his forehead gently meets yours, arms coming around your waist pulling you close.

“And I will not survive this world if you are not in it.” You reply.

“If anything-“

“Nothing will happen to me, you won’t allow it, nor will I allow anything to happen to you”

He sighs “you’re a difficult, stubborn woman, you know that?” opening his eyes to look at you with a smirk.

“I do.” you smile, eyes meeting his “you love that about me.”

“I do” he sighs again. “You stay by me, I mean it. Stay within my line of sight at all times”

“I can do that”

He nods bringing his head down to kiss you “I love you”

“I love you too” going on the tips of your toes, you kiss him again.

Both pulling away, he grabs your left hand, placing a kiss on the back of it then pulling it down in front of him to continue tying the laces of your leather arm guards.

Coming out holding Haleth’s hand you see the people who mean the most to you, people you would gladly die for if it meant they’d be safe.

Héra hugs her brothers and cousin, wishing them good luck in this fight, Háma gives her his lyre for safe keeping.

“Maybe one day, someone will sing ballads of me.” He says.

“They will, little brother, I am sure of it.” You say. ‘The warrior poet’ they’ll call you, I can see it now. Just you wait.”

He smiles “that sounds nice, sister.”

“We get through tonight, it’ll be a big hit. Be told for centuries to come.”

You walk to Héra, giving her a hug “hold the fort, you stay safe.” You tell her.

“I will, you stay safe as well.”

“Always.”

Moving towards where you see Haleth on top of the Mûmakil trying to take it down, your sword swinging at anyone in your path, having used all of your arrows.

You smile as you see the giant beast fall, Haleth successfully bringing it down. You continue towards him, looking at your surroundings. Your heart stops seeing Wulf’s eyes on your husband and a bow in his hand, your feet are moving before you can think, sprinting towards where your husband stands.

You see Wulf line his arrow towards your love. Picking up speed, if that was even possible, you bring out your shield as you run up the dead body of the mûmakil Haleth stands upon, an arrow is released as you jump with the shield in front of you and the man you are so determined to keep alive. You feel the hit of the arrow as it imbeds itself in your shield. You fall from mid air hitting the mûmakil and rolling down the side, hitting the ground roughly but you quickly get back up, adrenaline still running through your veins, ripping the arrow out of the shield and putting it in your bow, you release it towards Wulf, hitting his left shoulder, hearing him yell and grunt in pain.

You turn around to check on Haleth, seeing him already jumping down and coming towards you, a grabs you and checks you over for injury.

“I am unharmed, I am alright.” You reassure him, he sighs in relief, turning his head towards where Wulf stands and moving you behind him.

Héra, Háma, Fréaláf and Helm all approach, weapons drawn prepared for anything.

“Give me Helm! I will let you all live! I just want him!” Wulf calls out holding his injured shoulder.

“How generous, but no. Enough of this Wulf!” you yell back

“He killed my father, he must pay!”

“In a fair fight, you saw it, Wulf please!” Héra calls.

“I gave you an offer, that is the last you will ever receive.” He says, turns around and walks away. The battle is not over, but it is for tonight.

“He will go and lick his wounds, then he will be back.” You say.

“I have evacuated the city, everyone is headed for The Hornburg.” Héra replies.

“Then The Hornburg we shall go.”

“He will follow us.” Fréaláf adds

“Let him.” Helm returns, “we will be ready, we will have the advantage and he will have to make it through the winter.” He looks to Fréaláf “with Lord Thorne’s betrayal, we will be needing an army.”

“I can get you one.” He nods

“Have them ready, we will send for you when we need you. This winter will be a long hard one, impossible to move through so you will need to leave tonight, take four men with you.”

Fréaláf nods. “Yes, uncle.”

“Send word once you are there, safe. Then get some rest.” You say.

“I will, not to worry.” He smiles, and after saying his goodbyes to you all and promises to send word, he is on his way.

After the long journey taking almost a full day, you have made it to The Hornburg, bathed and dressed and having received word from Fréaláf that he has arrived and is safe, you are in bed with Haleth, finally able to rest. You lay on his chest, he holds you close.

“I almost lost you last night.” You whisper sadly, the fact that Haleth had come so close to death, hitting you.

“But you didn’t, angel, I’m okay.”

“It was too close,” you whisper, pausing for a moment then smirking “and I’ll bet you’re glad I was there.”

He smiles “I knew that was coming.”

“I’m sorry I had to.” You giggle “I’m very partial to this neck of yours, and I prefer your heart beating, I’m just glad you’re here with me, safe.”

“As am I, love.”

Both tired from a long, hard day, sleep comes to you easy and you’ve got your man to keep you warm during the coming long winter, safe with you in your arms.

A/N: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! 💜 dividers by @firefly-graphics

[imperatorbaronius]

First thing I do after waking up from a dream where Haleth gets a more heroic ending than just an arrow through the neck.

First thing I do is criticise my own dream for turning Edoras into a medieval castle. Just berating my dreams for not being accurate enough to the source material.

I wonder what level of insanity this counts as…

(yes I may actually write this ending now because it was very cool and I hope I can do it justice)

[eomerofrohan]

Haleth son of Helm... I am looking respectfully.....

[ruedesu]

I need more photos of him so I went through the trailers. Haleth, please come home

How are these crumbs all I have? Haleth, please 😭😭

[silverutahraptor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The War of Rohirrim (2024), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haleth | Child of Helm Hammerhand & Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand & Héra (War of the Rohirrim) Characters: Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand (Tolkien), General Targg (War of the Rohirrim), Wulf (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, (but it happens differently), Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand Lives, Háma would have shot Wulf first in this essay I will— Summary:

Háma son of Helm is many things, and there are many things he is also not. But he is neither a coward nor a fool, and perhaps only a dozen men across all the Mark could hope to match him with bow in hand.

(OR: Háma’s last stand goes a bit differently.)

[zonky-zara]

You just know Hama and Haleth played warrior and bard growing up.

Hama would have had so many ballads of his fearless big brother and all their childhood adventures.

[glittergelpensherlock]

I have thoughts and I need the opinions of others.

I have seen multiple parallels between Haleth, Háma, and Hèra and the Soldier, Poet, King song. Genuinely amazing personality combinations, but I'm having trouble with distinctions. Obviously Háma is poet, no contest there.

But between Haleth and Héra, Haleth is cast as soldier and Héra as king. (If that's how you view it there's nothing wrong with that, these are just my thoughts). To me, it makes more sense that Haleth should be king, instead of Héra. While we get to see more of Héra's leadership skills in the movie than Haleth, Haleth was next in line for the throne and if he had not been killed he most likely would have been king after Helm. Now, Haleth certianly has the personality and demanor mostly associated with the soldier type, but I wonder (if given more content) if he would also fit the king type.

Héra exhibits strong leadership qualities and does not seek out war in the way the soldier type does, but she is a fighter. Physically and emotionally, she fights for Rohan.

Genuinely what are other people's thoughts? I haven't come to a definite conclusion for myself about this. (Obviously it's not that deep haha, I just am curious.) Any different or other opinions are welcome. For real yall, is there something else to consider about this?

[sdc-writes]

All I wanted for Christmas was a ticket to Rohan. Kamiyama Kenji is my Santa.

[imperatorbaronius]

[mooflat]

My lifelong best friend and fellow Boromir-lover watching War of the Rohirrim: “Man, Tolkien’s favorite hobby is killing off men I’d fuck.”