A/N: It's Tolkien's. Just little double drabble inspired by a few good Eomer & Eowyn fics. You know who you are.
"Now for wrath, and now for ruin, - "
Ride on, my husband. Ride for death and ride for glory. Ride to redeem your honor. It was never lost, in my mind, but you were ever so sensitive about these matters. Aye, I know, most would not be so bold as to call you sensitive, but a man cannot swagger all the time. Your fire has served you well in the melee and in our home, but sometimes I do wish that you would not let it drive you so.
I cannot hold you back. Even if it were within my power to keep you from this battle, I would not. Our family needs a safe place to grow, and now, we must pay for our safety in blood of our kinsmen. I am not ashamed to see you astride that horse, your armor gleaming like that hopeless light in your eyes. But you keep no hope for yourself, so let me hope for you. You ride for death, and I shall stay behind to tend to life. It will await you, and embrace you, if you survive this war, as I do before it. As I shall always do.
