WRITING MEME.

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writing meme
( why don't we just write? )

INSTRUCTIONS:
。　post with a list of your characters.
。　reply to others with at least one of their characters + a prompt

e.g. kaito + minatsuki, birdcages

。　write something for the prompts you are given!
。　it can be anything. it can be a paragraph or two, it can be a ficlet, it can be a 5+1, it can be one sentence - it could even be a chapterfic, if you really liked it. it can be any AU you want, it can be OU, whatever.
。　all of the writing profit! all of it.

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[sapphicthief.livejournal.com]

Eowyn, ladylike.

what has this prompt become uh -1/2

[zarahjoyce.livejournal.com]

Without word or warning, she barged into his chambers. "Éomer," Éowyn said. "Where were you all this time? I was looking everywhere for you!"

Her brother pulled the cloth covering his head off him and glared at her. "Cousin Théodred said I had to take a bath," he grumbled. Éomer then threw it on his bed. "I hate baths."

"Cousin Théodred!" she said in delight. "He's here? When did he arrive?"

"Not a few hours ago." He then proceeded to look into his trunk for something else to wear.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's been so long since he was here. I've got to speak with him!" Éowyn made her way to the door, then paused and turned. She lifted her chin at her brother, glad to have a chance to mock him. "Well, if he asked you to take a bath then surely that meant you smelled incredibly bad. I told you that you did, but you didn't listen!"

"I did not smell, Éowyn!" he protested loudly. He walked closer to her, wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth with his hand. "At least, not as bad as you do now."

She frowned up at him, curled her hands to fists. "That is a lie! Take it back! Take it back, now!"

"Anyway," he said, as if she did not speak at all, "you would have to take a bath too, and soon. It seems that we have guests." He spoke the last word as if it was poison.

"Guests?" she repeated, staring at him, her anger forgotten. Éowyn stepped closer to her brother. "But we've never had guests before. Not here in Edoras."

"We do now," he said. "They were with Théodred when he arrived. It seems they rode with him." Éomer gave her a look. "I heard they were from Gondor."

Éowyn gasped. "Gondor," she repeated. It was a place she'd heard of, but not seen for herself. "I've never seen anyone from Gondor before. Are they nice?"

"I don't know," he said. "But there's one thing I know for sure."

With his entire demeanor so serious, she felt both curious and frightened for a reason. Were their Gondor guests bad men, and Éomer knew about it? Did their cousin warn him about them? "What is it?"

Before she knew what was happening, Éomer had pulled the cloth off his bed and had thrown it over her head. "They won't like you!"

"Éomer..!"

-

Not too long since their conversation did Éowyn's maid come to fetch her and, indeed, give her a bath. A few hours later, she was scrubbed and clean, and wearing clothes that she did not even know she had. They were heavy and grand and itchy, prompting her to ask, "Are our guests important people?"

"Oh, very, child," her maid replied as she brushed Éowyn's hair. "They are the sons of the Steward of Gondor, and they have come to the Mark on their father's behalf."

"But why?" she asked, turning around. "Is there trouble?"

The woman laughed and put aside the brush. "I would not worry about it if I were you," she said. "These are matters between these noble men and your uncle and cousin."

"Then why must I wear this?" Éowyn asked. "Can't I wear my usual dress? It is only dinner."

"The king asked that you and your brother be at your best tonight," the maid said kindly. "In appearance and behavior. You do remember how to act around distinguished guests, do you not?"

"Of course," Éowyn replied haughtily. "I know how to act like a lady since I am one."

Her maid tapped her nose and smiled. "Indeed you are. A true lady of Rohan."

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[zarahjoyce.livejournal.com]

"Stop fidgeting," Éomer whispered to her.

"I can't," she whispered back. "I'm nervous."

"They won't hurt you, Éowyn," he said.

"I know. But still."

She froze when the door opened and in stepped their uncle - but he was alone, and their guests from Gondor were nowhere in sight. Théoden smiled upon seeing them. "Look at you two," he said. "Had I not known your faces, I would think that indeed two children from another kingdom had come for a visit." He bent and kissed their heads.

"The guests, uncle," Éomer said. "Where are they?"

"With your cousin," he replied. "They are to come soon, I believe." Théoden stepped in front of Éomer, nudged his chin up, and slightly pushed his shoulders back. "Stand tall, sister-son. And Éowyn, stand still." He lowered his voice. "Do not be afraid of these men."

"I am not, uncle," she said, lifting her chin up.

But then she stepped closer to her brother when the door opened again, and Théodred and two men came into the hall. Éomer took her hand and squeezed.

"Ah," the older of the guests said, a large smile on his face, "these must be the ones you spoke to us about, my lord."

"Indeed they are," their uncle replied. Théoden laid his hand on Éomer's shoulder. "Éomer and Éowyn, sister-son and sister-daughter, these are the Lords Boromir and Faramir, sons of Denethor Steward of Gondor - friends and guests of Rohan."

Éomer released her hand and stiffly bowed. "My lords," he murmured.

Taking cue from her brother, Éowyn curtsied. "My lords," she said, her gaze moving from the older to the younger one. "Welcome to Rohan."

The younger son of Gondor smiled at her, and she felt more at ease.

"Come," Théodred said. "Let us not keep food waiting."

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

♥

[zarahjoyce.livejournal.com]

I SEE YOU CREEPIN', DRU

Also I can't help but include Faramir in this. I am not sorry.

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note: I FORGOT TO PUT IT UP THERE but this takes place when Eomer and Eowyn were like 12 and 8 :D

Thanks for the lovely prompt! I enjoyed writing this.