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.
The Anxious Bridegroom
My horse is saddled, I’m ready to go – and I’m scared. Not, of course, that I would ever admit to such a thing!
I am riding out to meet the party from Dol Amroth; to meet my future wife. My future queen. What if she is disappointed in Édoras, in the Riddermark, in me?
Best think of the forthcoming days as a campaign, and hide my fear as I always have.
“You cannot wear that!” says Éothain. “If you want something on your head it should be a proper, courtly, hat…”
I scowl and put on my helm despite him.