Éowyn laughs heartily at his wish, fond mirth gleaming in her eyes. "I like to think I also have more sense now, in addition to height. At least a little," she says wryly. Contrary to what some others may think, she is in fact completely aware of her own shortcomings as a person. Her breath hitches softly at the press of his lips to a bare patch of skin at her shoulder, and she casts him a halfhearted glare; any reprimand in the look entirely fake.
"Hmm. Well, there was one time when Éomer convinced me that in an old den on the outskirts of Aldburg lived a warg. I, of course, desired to see this beast with my own eyes; particularly when my brother taunted me by saying I was too scared to, as silly children do. The trouble was I did not tell anyone I set out to find it, quite on my own. And found the den I did, but certainly there was no warg there-- however, there was an old boar, and it was not happy to be disturbed. In hindsight, the warg may have been less ferocious."
She chuckles, shaking her head. "I laugh now, but it was not very amusing at the time! I had never ran back home so fast, and took a tumble down the hillside in my hurry. I still have a scar on the side of my knee where a rock bit into it." She almost makes a move to brush aside the fabric of the dressing gown to show him said knee, but at the last minute thinks better of it. Revealing more skin now really will only distract them. "This was before father's death; he was furious with both myself and Éomer, with good reason. Then he went out, and we ended up eating boar stew for supper that night! And poor Éomer never fooled me like that again."
The scare of the incident coupled with their father's death soon after took care of that; instead he'd become her stoutest protector.
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Date: 2018-11-05 10:15 pm (UTC)"Hmm. Well, there was one time when Éomer convinced me that in an old den on the outskirts of Aldburg lived a warg. I, of course, desired to see this beast with my own eyes; particularly when my brother taunted me by saying I was too scared to, as silly children do. The trouble was I did not tell anyone I set out to find it, quite on my own. And found the den I did, but certainly there was no warg there-- however, there was an old boar, and it was not happy to be disturbed. In hindsight, the warg may have been less ferocious."
She chuckles, shaking her head. "I laugh now, but it was not very amusing at the time! I had never ran back home so fast, and took a tumble down the hillside in my hurry. I still have a scar on the side of my knee where a rock bit into it." She almost makes a move to brush aside the fabric of the dressing gown to show him said knee, but at the last minute thinks better of it. Revealing more skin now really will only distract them. "This was before father's death; he was furious with both myself and Éomer, with good reason. Then he went out, and we ended up eating boar stew for supper that night! And poor Éomer never fooled me like that again."
The scare of the incident coupled with their father's death soon after took care of that; instead he'd become her stoutest protector.