Title: First Words
Characters: Éomer, Éowyn
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.
Éomer was fairly sure the boots Éothain had given him, to wear whilst his own was being repaired, had belonged to a Rider who would never need them again. At least he had brought a pair. Somehow a single one would have been worse; as if the Rider was one of those who had lost a leg, but lived. Praise Béma his own boot had saved him from that.
But these ones pinched. He removed them and drowsed beside Éowyn’s bed.
Which is why the first words she spoke, waking him, were “Éomer… there is a hole in your sock!”