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The Good Groomsman
Éomer is nervous. He hides it well, but I have known him since childhood, he cannot fool me. It is why the helm, of course, to give him courage.
I jest; if he is courting a princess he should don courtly headwear. But, then, he is not courting her – courting time is past and we ride out to greet his bride.
Béma! Should he back out, now, as groomsman I should marry his Gondorian Princess…
I vow to myself to do my best to keep him calm and stick to his side until I deliver him to the wedding bed!