Characters: Théodred, Théoden
Warnings: bumps and bruises
Disclaimer: Not my Rohirrim, though I wouldn't mind owning the horse.
Note: written for the tolkien_weekly awkwardly drabble challenge
Théodred sprawled in the dust, not daring to look at his father.
“Get up and get back on.”
The graduation from pony to horse should be a time for celebration, not shame such as this.
Théodred sighed, heaved himself up and clambered awkwardly into the saddle. Only to tumble off over the other side without his mount having moved a muscle.
“Boy!” his father hissed.
Again the painful charade was re-enacted. Failure was inevitable.
But now the horse was bowing, rearing, pirouetting - with a grinning Théodred in complete control.
“Had you worried there for a moment, father, didn’t I?!”