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.
He's Got The Look
She sits a horse well, this Gondorian princess. Good on a horse, we say, good in a bed… I would have jested that, with such a seat, I would not mind if I am called on to take the groom’s role, but I look at Éomer King and speak not.
He is looking at her, riding towards us, as a horse looks at the first blades when spring comes bringing the new grass on the pastures – with longing, desire and hunger.
I think of my almost betrothed, know I look at her that way, and feel glad for Éomer Friend.