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Joyeux anniversaire, dear mews1945!
I hope you have a wonderful day! I was rereading your beautiful “Of A Hobbit and A King” the other day, and it made me want to write something about Frodo and Eomer.
300 words (a tribble?:)), Frodo/Eomer, PG
Eomer had always been of the opinion that courage was a simple matter. Courage had to do with physical strength and audacity, with the ability to attack your enemy with drawn sword, with the capacity to look into his eyes, conscious of his hopes and his fear, and to kill him nevertheless. It was the kind of courage the Rohirrim held in high esteem, and since he was a child Eomer had been eager to deserve their praise.
But one day Eomer met Frodo Baggins.
As Eomer talked with him and learned more about Frodo’s ordeal, he found out that courage was not as simple as he thought, and that it could take various and improbable forms. Looking at Frodo’s slight frame, at his startling eyes and his bright smile in his too-thin face, he realized that sometimes your most dangerous enemy was not the one standing menacingly on the battlefield, but the one that was silently wreaking havoc of your heart, and that the courage you needed to resist and defeat him had nothing to do with the strength of your arm or the lineage of your sword.
Then Eomer fell in love with Frodo, and he discovered that gathering enough courage to take the hobbit in his arms demanded more of his heart than fighting a gang of Orcs, and he flinched, ashamed of himself. Finally, after an evening spent in drinking wine, talking and stealing glances at each other, Frodo sat on Eomer’s lap, teased him gently about his shyness, then kissed him determinedly, his mouth hot and assured under Eomer’s, his body eager and surprisingly strong in Eomer’s arms.
And for the first time in his life the Rohirrim knew he had been a coward. But that didn’t matter, because Frodo had enough courage for two.
I hope you have a wonderful day! I was rereading your beautiful “Of A Hobbit and A King” the other day, and it made me want to write something about Frodo and Eomer.
300 words (a tribble?:)), Frodo/Eomer, PG
Eomer had always been of the opinion that courage was a simple matter. Courage had to do with physical strength and audacity, with the ability to attack your enemy with drawn sword, with the capacity to look into his eyes, conscious of his hopes and his fear, and to kill him nevertheless. It was the kind of courage the Rohirrim held in high esteem, and since he was a child Eomer had been eager to deserve their praise.
But one day Eomer met Frodo Baggins.
As Eomer talked with him and learned more about Frodo’s ordeal, he found out that courage was not as simple as he thought, and that it could take various and improbable forms. Looking at Frodo’s slight frame, at his startling eyes and his bright smile in his too-thin face, he realized that sometimes your most dangerous enemy was not the one standing menacingly on the battlefield, but the one that was silently wreaking havoc of your heart, and that the courage you needed to resist and defeat him had nothing to do with the strength of your arm or the lineage of your sword.
Then Eomer fell in love with Frodo, and he discovered that gathering enough courage to take the hobbit in his arms demanded more of his heart than fighting a gang of Orcs, and he flinched, ashamed of himself. Finally, after an evening spent in drinking wine, talking and stealing glances at each other, Frodo sat on Eomer’s lap, teased him gently about his shyness, then kissed him determinedly, his mouth hot and assured under Eomer’s, his body eager and surprisingly strong in Eomer’s arms.
And for the first time in his life the Rohirrim knew he had been a coward. But that didn’t matter, because Frodo had enough courage for two.