Title: The Stallion
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Tolkien = genius. Simbelmyne = not so much.
Summary: Princess Lothíriel has a good eye for horses.
AN: Vague spoilers for post-RotK. X-posted.
The Stallion
He was easily the most magnificent creature she had ever seen. He was very large, standing at least a hand taller than most, broad in the shoulders yet lean and long-limbed. His swift stride was sure and his proud gaze held hers; she saw there a fierce intelligence and a good bit of wildness, too. He would be fearless, she decided, and loyal, and never fully tamed. This thought pleased her, as did the glint of sunlight on his golden mane when he bowed his head before her.
Lothíriel smiled, made a courtesy, and offered her hand to Éomer King.
AN: Sure, it's probably been done before, but it was too much fun to resist. /dork