Aggh! This was written several days ago, but lack of internet access and the Document Manager not working no matter what I did prevented me from uploading this. I could have worked more on it, you know, have had at least two new chapters, but...I'm...lazy...maybe...and I don't own this! Enjoy!
-The Author
"Well," said Eomer.
"Well," said Eowyn.
"Not exactly a horseman, is he?" said Eomer.
"No," said Eowyn. "Not a horseman at all."
They were silent.
"That horse seemed fine when the Stable Boy was holding it," said Eomer.
"Yes," said Eowyn, looking suspiciously at her servants, who were giggling with the boy. He was rubbing his hands with glee.
Somewhere beyond the hill, the horse and the man were screaming. No one went to help. The servants waited for their masters to call; their masters waited for their Lords to call, and their Lords were simply amused.
Said the Stable Boy, "No, no, you see, I used acorns last time, this time it really is just the horse."
Eowyn didn't quite know what to make of this, although she had her suspicions. She looked at Eomer, squinting off towards the screams and the hill.
"I had visions," he said, "Of you and he taking rides up and down the sand. It was very pleasant, in my mind. Now, I don't know."
Eowyn smiled. Perhaps he would change his mind about the marriage?
"What are you smiling about?" Eomer asked.
"Oh," said Eowyn, "I was just wondering if they'll ever find his pants."