Breathing life into a long-abandoned fic

I read aloud the Númenorean story that I'd started writing back in '03 or '04 to evannichols in the car yesterday while driving to Newberg. While it's pretty short still, only the beginnings, it reminded me of why I've held onto this one story and its to-be themes of obsession and… well, mostly obsession. Partnerships. At the time, it was a way for me to project the negative messages I was getting from my wasband on to another character and to deal with it by writing about it. I'm in a very different place now, but still think that the story would resonate to whatever maybe-dozen people might read it. Stories set during the Second Age aren't necessarily a huge draw, especially a story that is taking place in multiple time periods at once and in a fairly static format of the present of the one protagonist, a cleric in the 600s in Númenor (I think) and then journal entries of Tar-Aldarion. And yet, I really, really want to get back to this fic. I'm having a stylistic issue in that when I started this, I was somewhat trying to emulate Tolkien style, so it's archaic and stilted. I think I may modernize the 'modern-day' Númenorean protagonist's speech, but I can let Aldarion's entries still feel more Tolkien-esque. Evan enjoyed it, though he doesn't know this fandom to the depth of degree that I do, and I'd venture that even most devoted Tolkien fans aren't necessarily going to be up to speed on this gem of a story from Unfinished Tales. I'll need to reread Aldarion and Erendis' story, and it appears that I ditched my copy during that February trip to Harrisonburg. Guess I'll put it on my library hold list. :)