Eowyn stood at her locker, waiting for her brother. It was the end of the day and she cringed at the prospect of having already 3 essays due for the next day.
She checked her watch, it was already 20 minutes pass the bell. Almost all the students were gone. She flipped open her book and started reading just to kill time.
10 minutes later, no Eomer.
Half an hour later, still no Eomer.
After another period of waiting, Eowyn felt a light tap on her shoulder and jumped.
"Get your boots on, we're riding home."
"What took you so long?" Eowyn demanded.
"School office," Eomer made a face. "Uncle Theo's really sick. He called and sent horses."
"Oh."
The two rushed out of the building and scanned over the school field for their steads. They waited for a while before the sound of galloping hooves were to be heard.
"Good Windfola," Eowyn breathed into her stallion's ear as she mounted onto her saddle.
"We better be quick." Eomer kicked Firefoot foward. "Unlce Theo's never sick, this is gonna be so bad."
Eowyn struggled to catch up with her brother as he raced off. Eomer was indeed still a better rider.
They galloped past the fields and cut right into a shallow marsh, not wasting their precious time to reach home.
Their horses waded across the marsh, stopping every once in a while to inch their hooves out of the mud.
A loud yell followed by a splash made Eowyn hold Windfola.
She looked back: Eomer had fallen off and landed into the ankle-deep sludge.
"You ok?" Eowyn pulled her horse back to where Eomer was now sitting.
"I think I broke something..." Eomer said stiffly, face now sweating with pain. "My arm..."
"Hang in there, I got you covered." And with amazing strength, Eowyn pulled him up onto Windfola and took Firefoot's reins.
"Thanks sis, you're still the best," Eomer gave her shoulder a squeeze before holding his arm.
Eowyn checked her stallion into a slow walk to avoid her brother from being thrown off again, leading Firefoot with her.