Characters: Boromir, Theodred, Eowyn
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Author’s Note: For the “Fools” challenge.
With grave courtesy, Eowyn handed Boromir the welcome cup, her thoughtful glance matching his.
“How old is she?” he asked, later.
“Eowyn? Barely seventeen, a child.” Theodred sloshed his ale in his surprise. “Why? Are you seeking a wife?”
“Not now, but someday; and she will need a husband. Why not me?”
“Why not, indeed! Let us speak of this to my father. Truly, it would please me to know her future settled.”
“No, let me go back and discuss this with mine. She is young, and I am not of a mind to wed quite yet. There is time.”