Grima stood beside Meduseld looking grimly down at the training ring, the men of the Rohirrim stood around with equally serious expressions. Within the ring were Lord Eomund's children, heated from the hot sun, they were both dressed in armor, their training swords slamming against the others. Eowyn was well suited and was putting up such an equal match that one could have forgotten she was actually a girl. They were furiously battling one another as Theodred bit his lip nervously.

"Come on, Eowyn." He whispered under his breath as he shook his fist in encouragement. "Come on." Both of the siblings were coated in sweat and dirt, the summer sun beating down on their smothered bodies.

Eowyn felt herself growing tired at her constant efforts against Eomer. His onslaught was ferocious. He wasn't taking it easy on her because she was his sister. She was getting the same treatment as everyone else he went up against. And so far, at his age of fifteen he was already becoming a challenge to most of the men in the kings Rohirrim.

Her arms grew heavy just as Eomer knocked her to the ground. She let out a cry as she landed on her side, her sword falling from her hand. She looked back up at Eomer's stern countenance. She got up, picking up her weapon, she advanced, swinging her sword toward his leg, he blocked her and sent her stumbling backwards.

"You should rest now, Eowyn." He suggested as they moved in a circle around one another. She didn't reply but only lunged forward sloppily. "You're tired, sister, you aren't in control." He told her truthfully. Her mouth was set in a straight line, her nostrils flaring. She went for him again but he moved out of the way sending her reeling into the wall. "You're in no condition to fight."

She was leaning against the wall looking into Theodred's eyes. He squeezed her hand,

"Maybe you should give it up, Eowyn." He said quietly.

"You see, Eowyn, the battlefield is no place for a woman."

"No orc in war fights like that Eomer." Theodred told him over his cousins head.

"Some do, cousin, and perhaps will we not always be fighting orcs."

Eowyn stumbled from the wall to the gate of the training ring. She didn't look back as the men separated for her and she walked away. Eomer did not appear to be pleased with his victory as a few men walked past him into the ring to start a mock battle.

The fight between siblings wasn't pleasant for anyone to watch or either of them to participate in. Eowyan marched up the path to the side door where Grima was standing. She looked up at hi,m, tears stinging her eyes.

"My lady," he said gently, she stopped, her head shaking as her face twisted, while she tried to hold back her tears of frustration.

"Grima… I cannot…" she said softly, but then Eomer called her name from the bottom of the path. She looked back to see him begin ascending quickly towards them. She turned around and hurried into Meduseld. Eomer reached Grima and looked at him unkindly,

"What did you say to my sister?" he said between clenched teeth.

"Nothing at all, young lord." He replied, but Eomer narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He stepped up to the king's advisor as if to say something else. But Theodred came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Eomer," The Kings son advised his cousin nonchalantly. Eomer backed away from Grima, his jaw tight and ran in after Eowyn. Theodred gave Grima an uncertain smile and a shrug before going in after his peers. Grima could hear Eowyn and Eomer shouting at one another as he walked down the path.

A/N: Grima... grimly, ahaha... anyway, let me know what you think. I gave up on the accents on their names. Maybe I'll do it next chapter. The grammar is probably all muffed up in this chapter... because I'm honestly terrible at grammar.