They climbed the stone stairs side by side, Elessar and Éomer, until they reached the Holy Mound where once the tomb of Elendil had stood. Even after all those years, a sense of awe still filled the place.
Upon the green and treeless summit they stopped and stood thus in silent reverence of the old allegiance they had come to honour and renew.
Éomer stepped forward, thrust his spear upright into the ground and, smiling at Aragorn, drew his sword an laid it upon the turf, hand still upon the hilt. Then he began to speak. "Hear now all peoples ..."*****
A/N: I know that I started writing this drabble for Radbooks who requested a drabble about Aragorn and Éomer for her birthday in 2005. But I fear I never managed to post it anywhere for her to read.
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