Author: Alma Heart
Characters/Pairing: Eomer, Gimli, Lothiriel
Disclaimer: All of Middle Earth is from the hand of Tolkien. I own nothing. I make no profit off the drabble.
Ah, I finally managed to bribe my muses into working! Hopefully I'll get a few more out of this challenge before it ends.
Elessar’s feast turned to revel and dance, to the satisfaction of Gondor’s most honored dwarf.
Unexpectedly, he found company by the barrel. Gimli smiled. “Eomer King! Tired already of dancing?”
Eomer sipped his ale distractedly. “No indeed, friend Gimli.” The man’s attention seemed raptly held by---ah.
“Lad, offer her a dance already.”
Eomer nearly choked. “Gimli, she has shown no hint of-!”
Gimli shook his head in exasperation. “Valar‘s breath, the maid bears your green and white twined in her hair! What clearer sign need she give?”
A helpful shove sent Eomer into Lothiriel’s path, and, beaming, she claimed him.