Character: Barahir, son of Elboron
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the "Midsummer Night" challenge.
A Fragment of Family History
Of all the festivals we celebrated in Ithilien, Midsummer’s Night was the best – I remember as if it were yesterday.
One year Grandmother became a bit tipsy, and sang songs she learned as a girl, listening quiet as a mouse, in the Great Hall at Meduseld. How odd to think of Théodred, Éomer, Boromir the Bold, warriors out of legend, singing such bawdy songs! King Éomer blushed, and Queen Lothíriel smiled, while my grandfather laughed and laughed.
(I was quite young, of course, and did not realize the songs were naughty until later, when I wrote down what I remembered.)