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For danachan, it's another quick Eowyn/Merry drabble.
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The world smells of horse and brisk air whips them as they ride.
Merry clutches the saddle, unfamiliar with riding, tense and terrified of falling. His hands turn white and numb; it’s then he realizes how tightly Eowyn’s arms grasp him.
He relaxes against her, hard mail and thick leather separating skin from skin. Long fingers twist affectionately in Merry’s hair. He sighs.
The world smells of horse and the air bites his face, but Merry is warm, and Merry feels secure.
Far in the distance, foul smoke rises along the mountains.
In a few hours, they die. Right now, neither cares.
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* * *
The world smells of horse and brisk air whips them as they ride.
Merry clutches the saddle, unfamiliar with riding, tense and terrified of falling. His hands turn white and numb; it’s then he realizes how tightly Eowyn’s arms grasp him.
He relaxes against her, hard mail and thick leather separating skin from skin. Long fingers twist affectionately in Merry’s hair. He sighs.
The world smells of horse and the air bites his face, but Merry is warm, and Merry feels secure.
Far in the distance, foul smoke rises along the mountains.
In a few hours, they die. Right now, neither cares.
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