Written for the "There and Back Challenge"
With thanks to Raksha.
The characters are the property of the Tolkien estate.
Théoden listened to Éomer’s report with a glazed look as if he were not truly hearing. He looked constantly towards Wormtongue like a child seeking approval.
Éowyn hovered soliciously, but the King hardly heeded her.
Éomer felt stifled here. It no longer felt like home.
Tomorrow, he would ride to Helm’s Deep and join his cousin. He would rather hunt Orcs in the shadow of the Thrihyne than stay here to witness the decline of the once proud House of Eorl.
Tonight,he would drown his sorrows. At least the ale still tasted good in the Golden Hall. The thirsty Third Marshall drank deeply.