Characters: Éomer, Lothiriel.
For the Sporting challenge – ‘Running'.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Continuing the theme...
She looked into his eyes and spoke.
“Éomer King, I am honoured to met you.”
His heart began pounding as if he had been running. Running for sheer pleasure, whooping and shouting with the joy of being alive; running down a grassy slope too steep to keep his footing; running, running, knowing he was going to fall at any moment.
He would take her hand; they would run that way together. He wondered how she would look with her hair streaming behind her...
‘This falling in love,’ he thought, ‘is much more energetic than the bards would have us think!’