Faramir might attempt to extend the contact; but Windfola, while now used to these antics, bucks just a little to jolt his rider back into sitting in a more comfortable position. Eowyn chuckles and strokes his neck.
"My childhood home," she corrects. "It is many years since I lived here, after all; the Meduseld has been home since I was seven. Or did you mean the Mark in general? For that it truly is a pleasure to show you. But what I will show you know is something more personal. See, there--"
She points, and ahead can be seen a small hill, with the White Mountains looming behind it. There is something of a ruin on top--it is small and overgrown, and all that remains are a few pillars and walls and one lone archway, but unusually for Rohan those are of stone rather than wood, which is likely how they still stand at all.
Eowyn leads their horses around to the side of the hill where it is less steep, and dismounts at the top, throwing Windfola's bridle over his neck. She has no fear of him running off, not with her here and plenty of grass around for him to graze on. "This was my favorite place to play, when I was a girl. Many times Eomer and I came here."
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Date: 2018-09-04 03:07 pm (UTC)"My childhood home," she corrects. "It is many years since I lived here, after all; the Meduseld has been home since I was seven. Or did you mean the Mark in general? For that it truly is a pleasure to show you. But what I will show you know is something more personal. See, there--"
She points, and ahead can be seen a small hill, with the White Mountains looming behind it. There is something of a ruin on top--it is small and overgrown, and all that remains are a few pillars and walls and one lone archway, but unusually for Rohan those are of stone rather than wood, which is likely how they still stand at all.
Eowyn leads their horses around to the side of the hill where it is less steep, and dismounts at the top, throwing Windfola's bridle over his neck. She has no fear of him running off, not with her here and plenty of grass around for him to graze on. "This was my favorite place to play, when I was a girl. Many times Eomer and I came here."