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The new king of Rohan stood proudly by a great tall oak in the middle of the forest, mentally congratulating himself for his patience. To his left, a trickling stream flowing playfully over pebbles in the bed. To his right, a small clearing within the trees where a private encampment had been pitched not an hour earlier. Two great chestnut stallions, taken straight from the fabled Rohan stables, stood tethered to a tree, grazing lazily at the silky grass.

Eomer turned when he heard rapid footsteps behind him. He met his soon-to-be brother-in-law, galloping towards him at top speed, something furry and obviously dead slung carelessly over his shoulder.

The king's eyes widened when he realized that the overly-eager Faramir was scarcely farther than one hundred yards from him, and if he didn't slow soon, would flatten Eomer; and as Uncle Theoden had constantly reminded him when he lived: lying in a heap on the ground with another man was seldom a dignified display.

"Faramir, no--!" He yelped just as his companion attempted to halt, failed dismally, and ran headlong into the king.

How right Uncle was, Eomer thought, recalling Theoden's advice. He picked himself up from the ground and wiped the powdery filth from his hunting garb, preparing to rebuke Faramir. He had scarcely opened his mouth, however, when his rambunctious disciple shouted, "Eomer, look! Look what I've caught! I told you I would do it, did I not?" And he dangled three freshly slain rabbits in the new king's disheveled face.

Eomer congratulated him bitterly, inwardly thinking how long the next two days would be, if he didn't take matters into his own hands. After, Eomer announced through furiously clenched teeth that they'd take up fishing next, but the anger was lost on Faramir, who was ever the willing spirit.

Fishing proved to be even more of a challenge than Eomer bargained for. Faramir was obviously not skilled in fishing, and turned our to be more of a nuisance than a pupil.

When he'd dropped his dowel into the water for the third time, Eomer lost his patience and told him Faramir to try fishing from a better angle, like an incredibly slippery and dangerous rock. Faramir complied, but to no avail. He managed somehow to keep his balance.

Sulking, Eomer and his fervent cohort made their way back to their camp, having not caught a single fish. When they returned, the king was confounded to discover that some nameless creature had pinched Faramir's rabbits.

Startlingly more hungry than he'd started off this morning, Eomer sat down against the great oak, thinking what else he could attempt to attain food.

"All right," he said finally, stirring Faramir out of a peaceful afternoon nap. "There are plentiful berries in the forest. We should be able to find some, if Fate hasn't completely abandoned us,"

They stood and walked to one edge of the clearing towards a shrub filled with familiar and plump red berries.

"Please, you go first, Faramir. We will soon be kin and must learn to be civil to one another," Eomer smiled devilishly, extending an inviting arm towards the berries.

"Oh no, I couldn't," Faramir declared. "Age before beauty, friend,"

"Just eat the berries…brother,"

"You're confident they are suitable for consumption?"

Eomer cocked his head to one side and gave his comrade a slightly mad sort of smile. "None safer," he lied. He had lost countless foot soldiers to these grave berries.

Faramir pulled a few berries from the branches. He popped them into his mouth as Eomer watched eagerly, waiting for Faramir's eyes to roll into his head as the tainted berries took him, but that time never came. Faramir greedily shoved handful upon handful of the delicious fruits into his gaping mouth, and all the while, Eomer looked on, stunned and still hoping against hope that a berry might lodge itself in the man's throat.

This continued for several more minutes, until suddenly a loud growling broke the monotonous gulping noises from Faramir, and both men turned to meet a furious-looking grizzly, holding in his salivating jaws the recently lifted rabbits.

Neither men knew what to do. Eomer, trying to stay in control as best he could manage, instructed his companion to stay still. Faramir however, being the reckless spirit he was, stood up and, as was his custom, charged straight for the bear, who was so startled he fled in the other direction for safety.

They stayed motionless for several long minutes, until Eomer stood and approached his associate, who eyed him wearily. Abruptly, the king embraced Faramir.

"Many thanks and great respect. Welcome to the family…brother," he announced, slightly begrudgingly.

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