Honing (for escritoireazul)

[were_lemur]

This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Eowyn
Summary: Honing her sword.
Prompt: escritoireazul: Eowyn. Just Eowyn. Eowyn being strong, Eowyn and the horses, Eowyn and her sword, Eowyn in love, I don't care. I love Eowyn, and would really like more fic about movieverse Eowyn especially.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
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Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!

Eowyn draws the stone down the blade of her sword, breathing in time with each stroke. She needs to be like the blade; no nicks or burrs to slow her when the time comes. She must be keen and sharp, swift and deadly.

The blade catches the firelight, turning red along its length, as if it were being forged anew. Finally satisfied, Eowyn slides the sword once more into its sheath, to wait until it is called to defend her people.

There are no weaknesses that would make the blade break; she must be strong no matter what blows fall.

Comments

[emavalexis.livejournal.com]

Beautiful imagery here. Love it.

[sealover-astara.livejournal.com]

I totally agree! :-)

[were-lemur.livejournal.com]

Thank you, too! ;)

[were-lemur.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[escritoireazul.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Oh.

This is absolute perfection. The language is fantastic, and the imagery made me catch my breath. It is so splendidly Eowyn, every single word.

Thank you for writing this for me.

[were-lemur.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm so glad you like it! :D :D :D (Sitting here grinning so hard my face hurts.)