Word count: 100
Characters/Pairing: eowyn, eomer
Disclaimer: Tolkien made me do it.
It came in a tanned leather scabbard that glittered with semi precious stones. Eomer's hands, already larger than her own, clasped the wooden sword he would use in his training for the cavalry. His back was straight. My hands are as calloused as his, she thought; my back as straight; I have more happiness to give. Her hands tightened around the knife she had been given. Her body clasped knots of restlessness that should not disturb his joy or unfurl into rambling anguish. She felt herself shrink - small and silent. His joy filled all the corners of the room.