By Kielle (kielle@subreality.com)
Written for Ramlatch
DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien -- I'm just borrowing them. Please ask to archive. Feedback is most welcome.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made a post in my LiveJournal, offering to write drabbles on request. This is one of the resulting ficlets. In this case, Ramlatch asked for a story about Faramir's children...augh, so cuuuute...
"I'm not gonna be a shieldmaiden," the five-year-old declared loudly. "I don't wanna."
Her older brother floundered, abruptly losing his place in the saga he'd been reciting to her. "But this is your favorite story. I thought--"
The child pulled her blankets close around her chin, blonde braids in disarray on her pillow. "It is, and that's why I changed my mind. I'm not gonna be a shieldmaiden. I'm gonna be a swordmaiden."
Elboron nodded, amused, comprehending at last. "Like Mama was?"
"Like Mama IS," she corrected him stoutly. And in the shadows beyond the nursery door, Eowyn smiled.
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