Training

"But, my Lady, it isn't right!"

The one-time Shieldmaiden of Rohan turned at these words, a dangerous glint in her steel-gray eyes. "And why not?"

The trainer groped for words. "Because—because—"

"Because I'm a Lady?" finished Éowyn, her voice cold. "That will be all, Magorinc."

Shamefaced, the man walked away, not daring to mutter under his breath. It was useless to defy Lord Faramir's wife, it really was.

Éowyn gave a smile of triumph and walked back over to where she had been before the interruption. "Now, Elboron, this is how and where you must grip the sword…


Birthday drabble for TZA on HASA