Warning: Eh -- not really.
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine. Also, this is not my fault! ribby Nuzgulled me, and I am the worst ever at fighting those things off.
“Théodred is guarding the Fords,” Éomer said to his sister. “He has Grimbold with him, and Elfhelm will not be far off. They are strong warriors, and will put up a great fight.”
Éowyn cast a curious glance at her brother. “Are you worried, brother?” she asked. “You should not doubt.”
“They have been fighting Orcs their whole lives, Éowyn ,” Éomer reminded her.”They will not fall easily.”
“But they will fall,” Éowyn assured him, eyes hardening with resolve. “I will see to Théoden, and then the throne will be yours.”
Éomer’s answering grin shone like a blade in the back.