Sometimes something is broken beyond repair, maimed beyond recognition. Sometimes it is best to simply cast it aside, to cut the rot away. And sometimes that which is broken can heal under a caring touch and a gentle voice...

Éomund's life was falling apart, crumbling, slipping through his fingers, until he found himself so low he could go no further down. But perhaps all he needed was just a hand, a lifeline to hold onto, to anchor to. After all, once you have hit bedrock, you have solid ground to lay a foundation on...

Author's Note: This is going to be like my other fictions in some ways, and not like it in others. you can expect sex in this novel however, you have been warned lol.