This is the first whole piece of fanfiction I have ever written; the prompt is number 033 at the LiveJournal community 100women: "Ribbon". I would appreciate constructive criticism very much!
Éowyn could see the corners of her mouth quirk upwards as she let her fingers comb through her hair. Even though her reflection looked quite distorted in the looking glass, the young woman imagined that a new happiness shone through her features.
A slight blush crept onto her face; for a moment it had not been her own face in the mirror. The unexpected vision of Aragorn had nigh made her drop the ribbon she was awkwardly trying to braid into her hair.
Regaining her composure, she made another attempt.
Even the boldest fighting women like to be pretty sometimes.
