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There's a fair bit of Eowyn on my friends list today *wave to

hyel* and one neat thing about drabbles is being able to use a bit of story that didn't fit into a longer work currently under development. So.

Title: Reminiscence
Characters: Merry, Eowyn, others in the middle distance
Rating: G
Warning: tinsaddle-y if looked at in the right light.
Disclaimer: This is a brief benign avocation.

"There are times he reminds me of Theodred," Eowyn said softly. She and Merry sat on a wall, sipping water, watching Faramir and Pippin laugh and spar. "Not when he had his blood up, but in quiet moments, when he sang or when he smiled."

Merry passed her the cup, their fingers touching. "Whom do I remind you of?"

"Eomer, when we were little and scruffy." They both laughed; then Merry looked up at Eowyn, tilting his head, and said, "I have never met anyone like you."

Eowyn smiled, and kissed his brow, then picked up her sword to rejoin the practice.