Title: Spoils of War
Characters: Éomer, Aragorn, Legolas
A double drabble to cover the last two prompts!
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.
It was done. They had engaged the enemy at the very Gates of Mordor and survived.
And now, to the victors the spoils! There had been nothing any would want from the orcs; but the possessions of the Haradrim were now the possessions of the men of Gondor and Rohan.
Weapons, of course, and horses. But so many strange things for a man to take to war were found amongst their personal effects.
His men had claimed small, sweet smelling, boxes that Aragorn said were made of sandalwood, to take back as gifts to their women folk, along with jewels and lengths of fine silk. The fabric had formed part of the warriors’ clothing; it seemed a most luxurious way to go to war.
Aragorn explained, with Legolas nodding agreement, that silk wrapped around the body, beneath the armour, made it easier to remove arrows should the wearer be hit. Éomer decided to have a silk shirt or two made to go under his armour.
He was sad that, unlike his men, he had no other use for it, having neither wife nor betrothed to give silk, boxes or jewels; until he imagined Imrahil’s daughter wearing nothing but silk stockings…