A/N: Woah, I got Reviews already! I thought I wouldn't be getting any until
like . . . after a few chapters or something. Hey, Nikki1, thanks for
coming to check out my new story! ^_^ yay, I feel loved! So anyways, here
cometh the 2nd installment of the fabled story! Erm . . . something along
those lines, anyways. And now Whyn is a teenager. So . . . read the chapter
already!
Chapter 2
Whyn was sitting in her room, reading a book from their library. Her mother had collected many books during her lifetime, and had loved to read. Whyn also loved reading the books her mother had once read, and had basically read all the books she had possessed, yet she liked to read them over.
Just as she was about to turn a page, her younger sister Theohir entered the room.
"Where is the big wooden spoon Papa uses to stir the cauldron?"
"Next to the hearth like it always is," replied Whyn, not bothering to look up from her book.
"But I looked and it wasn't there!" whined the child.
Whyn sighed. "Then go ask Papa where it is, I haven't been using it."
Theohir stuck out her tongue and marched out of the room. Whyn shook her head.
"Honestly, can I please just get a moment to myself?" she asked herself quietly.
She continued to read her book, but only after a few minutes did her father Eohir step into the room. This time Whyn looked up.
"I said nothing to her!" she pleaded, fearing that Theohir had told her father something that was not true to make up for her rudeness.
"Calm down, child," he told her with a smile. "This is about nothing of the sort."
Whyn lowered her book, gazing with a puzzled look at her father.
"There is something I would like to show you," Eohir replied to his daughter's questioning look.
"Alright. What is it?" Whyn asked him.
"Just follow me, and I'll show you." Eohir smiled more broadly at his daughter's curiousness.
Whyn set her book down on her bed and rose to follow her father. Her outfit still consisted of a tunic and pants, rather than those uncomfortable dresses, or those skirts that always got in the way of riding or running.
Eohir walked out of the room, Whyn following behind. Her father strolled down the hall way of their small wooden house and stopped where his sword, Grendhold, now hung. He smiled proudly at it as Whyn looked from the sword to her father. Hope and excitement began to rise within her as Eohir pulled down the sword.
"I have carried this sword through many days of my youth," he told his daughter. "It has come in handy at times, and so now it should come in handy for you."
"You mean- you mean-" Whyn stuttered as she stared at the sword.
"Yes, Whyn, I am passing on the sword to you."
Whyn felt as though she were floating. Eohir handed the sword over to her, and she took it by the pommel, gazing fondly at it. She lifted it to her shoulders and turned it over in her hands.
"Now, you will have to know how to use a sword such as this," Eohir continued to say, but with a proud smile on his face. "So I expect I shall teach you, when you want to be taught."
Whyn nodded her head slowly. "Could- could we start now? Today? Please?" she asked her father hopefully. He laughed.
"If you really choose to, then we shall begin as soon as you want."
Later that evening Whyn entered her home, exhausted. She had let her father train her hard today, the first day she had grasped her new sword. Even though it was only the first day, she had done everything her father had instructed her to do. He had said that she needed to learn the 'basics,' first. She pledged that she would train hard and long everyday with her sword, so that she would really become a sword wielder.
* * *
One year later, Whyn was standing on her hill outside the city. She was holding her sword out in front of her, and the blade was gleaming brilliantly in the sun. She gazed at her sword, and swung it off to the side, so that she was in a fighting stance.
She started to work different blocks and parries, everything she knew that her father had taught her. Her long, untame golden hair swayed with her movements, as she handled her sword with ease.
She sliced Grendhold through the air, and brought it down in front of her. It now lay still in her hand as she looked it up and down. She smiled. Only a year ago she was learning the beginning steps, but now she was learning the advanced movements, the real sword-fighting techniques. Soon, she thought, I will be just as good as any other man with a sword. I will live up to my promise and become a true shield maiden of Rohan.
She nodded once and lowered her sword, making her way down the hill in the direction of the city.
A/N: Yeah, that chapter was probably a little short, but meh. I just wanted Whyn to get her sword, like I got my Aragorn sword, huzzah. So anyways, I might not update for a little bit, because I'm working on the ending of my other story, A New World. Why don't you check it out? Well, I mean, only if you want to, that is . . . You don't have to, but yeah . . . Ok . . . So, if you can, please Review! Thank you!
Chapter 2
Whyn was sitting in her room, reading a book from their library. Her mother had collected many books during her lifetime, and had loved to read. Whyn also loved reading the books her mother had once read, and had basically read all the books she had possessed, yet she liked to read them over.
Just as she was about to turn a page, her younger sister Theohir entered the room.
"Where is the big wooden spoon Papa uses to stir the cauldron?"
"Next to the hearth like it always is," replied Whyn, not bothering to look up from her book.
"But I looked and it wasn't there!" whined the child.
Whyn sighed. "Then go ask Papa where it is, I haven't been using it."
Theohir stuck out her tongue and marched out of the room. Whyn shook her head.
"Honestly, can I please just get a moment to myself?" she asked herself quietly.
She continued to read her book, but only after a few minutes did her father Eohir step into the room. This time Whyn looked up.
"I said nothing to her!" she pleaded, fearing that Theohir had told her father something that was not true to make up for her rudeness.
"Calm down, child," he told her with a smile. "This is about nothing of the sort."
Whyn lowered her book, gazing with a puzzled look at her father.
"There is something I would like to show you," Eohir replied to his daughter's questioning look.
"Alright. What is it?" Whyn asked him.
"Just follow me, and I'll show you." Eohir smiled more broadly at his daughter's curiousness.
Whyn set her book down on her bed and rose to follow her father. Her outfit still consisted of a tunic and pants, rather than those uncomfortable dresses, or those skirts that always got in the way of riding or running.
Eohir walked out of the room, Whyn following behind. Her father strolled down the hall way of their small wooden house and stopped where his sword, Grendhold, now hung. He smiled proudly at it as Whyn looked from the sword to her father. Hope and excitement began to rise within her as Eohir pulled down the sword.
"I have carried this sword through many days of my youth," he told his daughter. "It has come in handy at times, and so now it should come in handy for you."
"You mean- you mean-" Whyn stuttered as she stared at the sword.
"Yes, Whyn, I am passing on the sword to you."
Whyn felt as though she were floating. Eohir handed the sword over to her, and she took it by the pommel, gazing fondly at it. She lifted it to her shoulders and turned it over in her hands.
"Now, you will have to know how to use a sword such as this," Eohir continued to say, but with a proud smile on his face. "So I expect I shall teach you, when you want to be taught."
Whyn nodded her head slowly. "Could- could we start now? Today? Please?" she asked her father hopefully. He laughed.
"If you really choose to, then we shall begin as soon as you want."
Later that evening Whyn entered her home, exhausted. She had let her father train her hard today, the first day she had grasped her new sword. Even though it was only the first day, she had done everything her father had instructed her to do. He had said that she needed to learn the 'basics,' first. She pledged that she would train hard and long everyday with her sword, so that she would really become a sword wielder.
* * *
One year later, Whyn was standing on her hill outside the city. She was holding her sword out in front of her, and the blade was gleaming brilliantly in the sun. She gazed at her sword, and swung it off to the side, so that she was in a fighting stance.
She started to work different blocks and parries, everything she knew that her father had taught her. Her long, untame golden hair swayed with her movements, as she handled her sword with ease.
She sliced Grendhold through the air, and brought it down in front of her. It now lay still in her hand as she looked it up and down. She smiled. Only a year ago she was learning the beginning steps, but now she was learning the advanced movements, the real sword-fighting techniques. Soon, she thought, I will be just as good as any other man with a sword. I will live up to my promise and become a true shield maiden of Rohan.
She nodded once and lowered her sword, making her way down the hill in the direction of the city.
A/N: Yeah, that chapter was probably a little short, but meh. I just wanted Whyn to get her sword, like I got my Aragorn sword, huzzah. So anyways, I might not update for a little bit, because I'm working on the ending of my other story, A New World. Why don't you check it out? Well, I mean, only if you want to, that is . . . You don't have to, but yeah . . . Ok . . . So, if you can, please Review! Thank you!