Aearwen's Little Bits - Reawakening
Jun. 19th, 2010 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenAnd this week's drabble is:
He looked around, amazed.
This was his hall, his home; the carvings as familiar as his own hand. Around him stood his warriors, with looks of wonder on their faces as if they had not seen his like in a long time. And who was this, at his feet, head bowed and sword offered up? Éomer? And what was Gandalf asking?
His hand crept to the hilt and grasped it with fingers that tightened as strength and clarity returned.
Théoden lifted the sword high. He was still the King. There was still time for hope.
The shout echoed: "Théoden King!"
He looked around, amazed.
This was his hall, his home; the carvings as familiar as his own hand. Around him stood his warriors, with looks of wonder on their faces as if they had not seen his like in a long time. And who was this, at his feet, head bowed and sword offered up? Éomer? And what was Gandalf asking?
His hand crept to the hilt and grasped it with fingers that tightened as strength and clarity returned.
Théoden lifted the sword high. He was still the King. There was still time for hope.
The shout echoed: "Théoden King!"
