Characters: Théoden and OFC
Rating: G (canon death)
Source: Pre-Ring War & RotK
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s heroes - Kortirion’s small addition
His mood was black as his horse. He dragged the reins, causing his mount to baulk and snort. Théoden was instantly contrite… that he’d hurt his horse made him even angrier with her.
How could she go off like that? Without a word!
She’d been seen huddled with that wizard’s spawn black-haired Northerner with the soulful looks… they packed the following morning and left! South, they said, on a quest they said...
Quest, my arse!
As the sun died, so did his anger. He returned chastened. Father was inviting some ‘more suitable’ girl to sup this evening…
Elfhild, wasn’t it?
‘Snowmane’… the right name for both of them, she thought.
Théoden-King’s white hair was neatly combed and arranged about his shoulders, the blood and dust of war washed away by careful hands. Two captains stood guard over his bier, even at this midnight hour; their white horse-hair plumes barely stirring in the slight draft from the encircling candles.
They eyed her as she approached; nodding silently as they saw the badge she wore, allowing her closer.
“Ah Théoden – ever the impulsive one,” she murmured. She leaned to lightly kiss his forehead, the farewell she’d never given all those years ago.