Here is that term paper I was talking about, posted for your reading pleasure. Please do not steal this paper for your own purposes or I will cut you.
This is awesome in and of itself, since I will basically be making believe that Jeremy Irons and Tom Hiddleston are acting in my brain. What makes this even better, however, is that the theme is “Genetic and Material Inheritance”, which basically means we will be talking about traits passed or not passed from father/mother to son/daughter.
We are getting an up-close and personal look at Hal’s daddy issues.
This class is gonna be awesome.
Masterpost of my Hollow Crown + Mean Girls memes.
I really need to go to bed.
Henry V and the Huntsman.
For Hal, it was another day of tomfoolery with Falstaff in the forest. This time, he had convinced him that a group of scholars bearing treasures from the continent would be traveling down the King’s Road, bearing them to their convent. It was a perfect plan…though rather stale without Ned’s company. He had stayed behind; the thumping he had received from his own father had scared him into behaving for the time being. Hal watched as Falstaff crept in the underbrush, his massive girth causing him to roll down the hill each time he made an attempt.
Suddenly, a rustling in the brush behind him startled Hal from his amusement. The blood in his veins froze, and fear struck him. Had his father’s men already grown keen to his trickery? Had they found him already? He snuck away from where he had been hidden and wandered toward the direction of the sound. The forest was growing dimmer, and he could not see the source. It sent a chill down his spine to think that someone was watching him. Perhaps an assassin…or worse.
Finally, he saw it: the silhouette of a man, about the same height as he but much larger in build. His hair hung loose around his face and in his hand he carried a sharp hatchet. It was no assassin; had he wanted to kill Hal all it would have took was a quick swing of his axe into the back of his skull. But if he was no mercenary…then what was he?
The fear that had initally struck him was replaced with acute curiosity. He crept closer and closer, until finally he could see the finer details of his face. He had a thick bone structure, but his face was handsome, if not a bit dirty—but who wasn’t dirty these days? Hal tried to take another step, but he had been detected. The axeman turned and cried out, throwing the hatchet in his direction.
“H-hold! Hold, please! Pray thee stop, I mean no harm!”
The stranger leered at Hal before approaching him, extending his hand to help him to his feet. “Forgive me. I am unfamiliar with this place. Who are you?” Hal smiled nervously.
“I am Henry, of Monmouth, sir. And you?” The man reached out again to shake Hal’s hand.
“I am called Eric, Henry of Monmouth. It is a pleasure.”
“Porn with a side of fluff. All on a bed of Tom Hiddleston in leather and armor.”
- gloriavictoria, after the liveblogging and sudden porn ficcing while we watched The Hollow Crown, Henry IV Part I