Characters/Pairing: Gríma, Gálmód, Éowyn
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. No profit reaped by myself, aside from a wealth of intellectual giddiness.
Author query! Hey. If anyone more Mannishly savvy than I knows if there’s a documented age when young men were considered as adults in Rohan, please let me know. =) Will need to settle upon something before I write the next one.
The harvest feast was all golden–hall, ale, King Théoden’s circlet, most Rohirric hair. Even Théodwyn’s daughter had not the wan hair of many infants, nor Gríma’s sandy brown, but already a bright head of gold.
Gálmód took a turn holding Éowyn. It was only a matter of time before he’d exhort his son quietly to “hold the baby like everyone else.” Gríma edged from noisy, firelit Meduseld, into night’s silvered shadow.
He considered the stars one followed–the wizard had said–to Isengard. When he was come of age, he’d be master of his own comings and goings.