Characters: Éomer, Lothiriel.
For the Sporting challenge – ‘Wrestling'.
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.
In which our hero finally makes his move...
Éomer was trapped. He could not advance and engage Lothiriel – even in conversation; he had to continue greeting innumerable members of Gondor’s court.
He saw someone look at her admiringly and had to breathe deeply to resist hitting the man.
Then he decided there was no point in wrestling with his conscience over something so important. He was the king; he would use it to his advantage.
“Aragorn,” he muttered to his host, “I have a request to make about the seating arrangements for tonight…”
Perhaps not a move the bards would ever sing about – but effective, none the less.