I'm going through a bit of England withdrawal. Okay, a lot of England withdrawal. I had such a wonderful time visiting with
callumjames and
matildabishop and while I'm very much looking forward to my Mt. Tabor walk with
evannichols in an hour, I think I'd like an additional distraction for the evening. So the first six people who request a drabble, I'm all yours! My fandoms are
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Éowyn was bereft, and loathed herself for it. The Houses of Healing were as much a cage as Meduseld had ever been; she felt trapped, rendered useless and having to endure Meriadoc's surreptitious glances as he got to know her as herself, not Dernhelm. Did he feel betrayed by her prior actions? That certainly hadn't been her intent. At the sound of the door creaking open, she turned to see the stalwart hobbit enter the garden. He walked over to her, a smile drifting to his lips. All at once Éowyn felt forgiven; she smiled back, a gesture of peace.
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*sniffles*
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