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jaye_voyA double drabble (still can't stop at 100)...
From: amara_1783
Prompts: Eomer/Aragorn/Riding
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The sun warm, wind sharp upon his face. Beat of hoofs upon the endless plain, green and brown and gold. Surge of the horse between his thighs, joy that flowed and filled and spilled in a laugh wild and unrestrained. He dropped the reins and spread his arms to gather all in his embrace.
This was Rohan.
In time Aragorn’s young stallion slowed, dancing as it snorted and shook its head. He dropped a hand to his mount’s neck, murmuring thanks to this marvelous gift.
He tensed not at another horse and rider close beside him. “Too long have you been locked in your city of stone,” Éomer said, head tilted and the hint of a smile curving his lips as his fingers pulled at Firefoot’s mane.
Those fingers then curled about Aragorn’s forearm as the mirth in Éomer’s face warmed to something more. “Tresan will miss the plains when you return to it. Promise me, Aragorn, you’ll run him across the Pellenor yourself.”
Éomer. Brother in arms turned brother in truth. Green and gold and brown. Heart as great as the plains.
“Aye,” Aragorn answered, his own hand laid over Éomer’s. For he loved Rohan.
And its king.
From: amara_1783
Prompts: Eomer/Aragorn/Riding
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien et al.
Feedback: Always welcome, positive or negative.
Archiving: Not without permission.
***
The sun warm, wind sharp upon his face. Beat of hoofs upon the endless plain, green and brown and gold. Surge of the horse between his thighs, joy that flowed and filled and spilled in a laugh wild and unrestrained. He dropped the reins and spread his arms to gather all in his embrace.
This was Rohan.
In time Aragorn’s young stallion slowed, dancing as it snorted and shook its head. He dropped a hand to his mount’s neck, murmuring thanks to this marvelous gift.
He tensed not at another horse and rider close beside him. “Too long have you been locked in your city of stone,” Éomer said, head tilted and the hint of a smile curving his lips as his fingers pulled at Firefoot’s mane.
Those fingers then curled about Aragorn’s forearm as the mirth in Éomer’s face warmed to something more. “Tresan will miss the plains when you return to it. Promise me, Aragorn, you’ll run him across the Pellenor yourself.”
Éomer. Brother in arms turned brother in truth. Green and gold and brown. Heart as great as the plains.
“Aye,” Aragorn answered, his own hand laid over Éomer’s. For he loved Rohan.
And its king.
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Date: 2008-08-18 02:42 pm (UTC)A double drabble (still can't stop at 100)...
I can't exactly say that I mind ;)
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Date: 2016-05-02 10:55 am (UTC)It's a beautiful and evocative piece of writing, with so much in it - Aragorn as well as Tresan experiencing freedom, the depth of fellowship between Eomer and Aragorn, Eomer eliciting a promise from Aragorn to grant himself more moments such as this in a way that does not conflict with his sense of duty, and such a beautiful summary of Eomer. And then that deceptively simple last line packs an incredible emotional wallop. If this were a blanket I would roll myself up in it and never come out.
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