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Éomer

His sister's hair was artfully decorated with flowers and ribbons. Golden hair gleamed between the spaces. She twirled and spun like the rest of the young women who commanded the floor. She was stunning, with her graceful moves that were only refined by her love for swordplay.

Éomer watched her from the shadow of a pillar, smiling at her joy. The festivals were her escape, the only time when she let loose her inhibitions. She wore the best dress, jewellery and danced until her cheeks were flushed.

He sensed someone come beside him.

"She is happy." Théodred murmured. Éomer agreed with a single nod. "Then let us join her."

Éomer threw a glance at Théodred. His cousin's face was carefully neutral but there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Éomer grinned.

The pair quickly tugged off their boots and joined the fray. Numerous men laughed and cheered. Many of their comrades entered the floor, kicking up dust by their bare feet. The music grew faster and the women laughed.

Among them, Éowyn's laughter was the loudest.