Characters: Eomer, Eowyn
Warnings: Another dark mini-AU
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien. I make no money from this.
After the Hanging
The fire that devoured Wormtongue’s body after the hanging still burns at the foot of the valley.
A clamour of metal in the distance...like snatches of discordant music...
Éomer looks at Éowyn; retreated into her hair...the euphoria of the killing gone.
The stained smock over her dress is ripped at the front...the red material underneath pushing through the tear.
What will they do to her?
He bites through the skin of his lip.
Ringing voices...carried by the dull drum-beat of boot-soles...
The wind tugs at Éowyn’s loose hair-band.
Éomer eases the hair-band out, kisses his sister’s forehead tenderly...and loops it.