5. For Lack of an Heir
August, 3019 TA
The recently-appointed Captain of the King's honor guard, Éothain, had delayed his journey to Aldburg long enough. But what would Éomer King do without him? Yet, if he didn't visit his mother soon the old woman would hobble to Edoras with nothing but sheer will power and a walking stick…and plenty of both to tan his undutiful hide.
Breathing deep, Éothain forced one boot after the other down the stone steps of the terrace. His men awaited him at the bottom with the king; the stables felt leagues away.
He turned to his men, "I don't need to emphasize the importance of keeping the House of Eorl intact. If the king is not alive and well when I return then the Lady Éowyn will personally deal with you." Pain. Lots of pain.
Éothain then turned and clapped his hand on the… virginal…king's shoulder. "Keep yourself from being kidnapped, killed…or…er…emasculated while I'm gone. Better yet, do me a favor and find a wife!"
"Bema, Éothain!" Éomer King actually blushed but still appeared decidedly smug and unconcerned for himself. "What could possibly happen?"
The Captain had the appearance of one strangled. Wargs, orcs, wild men, and sharp objects, oh my.