Characters: Théodred, Éowyn and Éomer
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s created Middle-earth and all who dwell in it... Kortirion just visits.
Notes: To follow 'Eager to Begin'
Tonight, the elder boys became men and received their swords – not her. That Éowyn trained among them was an open secret, but there’d be no bellowing approval from other fathers as swords were presented, no toasts of ale... The essential part of the ceremony was the single combat, stripped to the waist until first blood. She listened dully to the roars from the Hall. Muffled shadows fell across her.
Puzzled, she followed – to the armoury?
Steel slipped from sheath to shine... Théodred drew... her grandmother’s sword!
Éomer lightly nicked his arm, and smiling, handed her the blooded blade.