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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"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."

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♥

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I SEE YOU CREEPIN', DRU

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