Title: Wear and Tear
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
They were his second best boots. Wearing his best ones would have been pointless – apart from having left them in Edoras.
“Éomer,” Éothain sounded somewhat exasperated, “Somewhere in Mundburg there must be a pair you can wear whilst I find a cobbler, or just the saddler, to mend that. For Bema’s sake, man – you are the King you can’t walk around like that!”
Éomer looked at the rag holding the toe of the boot together. The Easterling’s sword had ruined it, really.
He sighed. Somehow in the mad ride from Dunharrow he hadn’t thought to pack his third best pair…