Characters: Éowyn, Morwen of Lossarnach
Source: LOTR Appendices (sort of)
Disclaimer: Tolkien created them, and I've borrowed them for a little while.
The girl loved sitting in Grandmother’s lap, minding neither her stale smell – the smell of being ancient, as Grandmother herself called it with a rough laugh – nor the people who were afraid of her.
Of course, Grandmother wasn’t like any grandmother. Not soft-spoken or tender. But sitting in her lap made you feel safe. You could look down on the world, as if looking from a hill over the green fields, her voice being the sound of horns on the wind. And when you stroked her hands – wrinkled, spotted, thick-veined – she’d tell you how it felt to hold a sword.