Author: Alma Heart
Characters/Pairing: Eomund, Eowyn
Disclaimer: All of Middle Earth is from the hand of Tolkein. I own nothing. I make no profit from the drabble
Ever his daughter seemed dearest to him after battle. Eowyn crouched, entranced, beside his war-weary sword. She could not lift Guthwine, but her small hands explored the horse-head pommel, following swirling coils of steel mane.
Something unnamable tightened Eomund’s chest at the look in her eyes. He knelt beside her. “Eowyn?”
Eowyn beamed, springing into his arms. “Papa!” She laughed as his stubble tickled her cheek, twining small fists in his hair. “Did you defeat them, Papa?"
Meeting laughing blue eyes, Eomund felt sudden dread for the day his little girl would lift a blade.
“Yes, dear one. I did.”