Character: Young Eowyn (through Theoden's eyes)
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine. No harm meant, no profit gained.
Author's Note: An uncle's wish for his young niece...
As Fire, Kindled by Fire
The Terror of Edoras, we call you – all dirt-smudged face and knees. You best your brother in swordplay then ride into the crimson morn, hair glinting like spun silk.
My sister’s fire glimmers within you. A mere spark – yet someday it will blaze into flame. Will it strengthen you? Fire is the test of gold – and purest gold lies in your soul. Or, unchecked, will it consume you?
Or -- as fire, kindled by fire, will it lead you to heights never dreamed? To power, strength... and perhaps to a gentle wielder of flame who will kindle your spirit forever...