Drops in the Ocean, 100 random ramblings in Middle Earth

by EluredandElurin

100 Lord of the Rings drabbles from prompts, with some material from Tolkien's other works. I'll do the prompts in order, as given, though I might not update frequently. Random characters will be used to fit the prompts as I see fit. Disclaimer: I don't own anything Tolkien, else I'd probably be some old dude named Christopher

38. A simple delight

Evanlyn grinned fiercely, hair ribbons trailing down her back. She disarmed her opponent, stabbing him through.

Or she would have, had she fought with a real sword. The slim slip of a boy grimaced, holding his ribs. "C'mon, Halt. You let your sister beat you?"

When the Steward's son had begun teaching children of the city to fight with swords, Evanlyn's mother Alyss had insisted she go. And oh, how she loved it.

Evanlyn huddled in a building in Minas Ithil with her baby brother Gilan. "Why does Halt have to fight? I'm much better than him!"

"I couldn't lose you both," Alyss said, grey eyes inscrutable.

"But don't you think Halt is going to-" Evanlyn bit her lip, stopping her argument. The girl closed her eyes to plead with the Valar, the deities who she had only ever heard about.

Bring him home, please. Help us win this war. Help Boromir and Faramir and Denethor. Help the elves and the dwarves and all that oppose Sauron. But please, please bring Halt home.

Then the stubborn girl started a sword fighting class for all the people that waited, though they often had to stop and be silent.

Let it be known, she wanted to shout, that Evanlyn fought to the very last.