Høød ➵ Lord Of The Rings

† Chp. XXXIX †

"No need to worry, there seemed to be no commotion from what I could see. Besides, with the cover of the forest, we are near to hidden." Eowyn stated. From her position upon the branch of a high tree, the young lady had a decent view of the city's East, and knew exactly where the sack fell. "Aren't I just a genius when it comes to devising plots?"

"I never doubted you for a second, Chook." Eretria responded, lightly patting her friend's shoulder and earning a chuckle from Eomer.

"Good thing there are no chickens about." The young man added on, much to an unimpressed Eowyn's distaste.

With bounced steps and high chins, the three teenagers navigated themselves through the forest and towards their steeds, beaming at their first successful robbery.

And rather chuffed the teenagers were, for upon arriving back in Rohan, the three made sure to acknowledge their well earned success.

Silver flasks of fine whiskey in hand, the trio celebrated their triumph with the setting sun. Upon a raised mound of dry grass they sat, observing the comforting view of Edoras before the fiery canvas of the sky. Their high spirits flew across the roaring fields in which the three had grown to call home.

"Here's to robbing from the rich to feed the poor!" Eretria announced, standing to her feet and raising her flask. The other two raised their whisky, large grins adorning their light faces.

"And here's to Eomer succeeding at something." Eowyn added with a cheeky grin.

"Aye, I can drink to that." The young man chuckled, taking a swig of his flask.

Eretria lifted her chin and downed a chug of the burning liquid. Her expression contorted into a grimace at the incredibly strong taste, let alone the sensation of drinking fire, for it was her first time tasting alcohol. Eomer had insisted on whiskey to celebrate.

"Disgusting." She coughed, lowering her head to view the young man's lifted brow. "Love it."

And as the sun set, the city of Edoras sat unaware to the three teenagers who gathered in the distance of the vast plains, three steeds and a sack of treasure by their sides.

"Oh! I made some apple-tart!" Eowyn gasped, stumbling over to retrieve her 'delicacies' from the pouch of her bag. Eretria looked to Eomer with wide eyes.

"Do try some!" The lady of Rohan insisted, after a good while of thumbling through her leather pouch.

"Eomer told me he is hungry." Eretria remarked with a slight slur and a hiccup.

"Ladies first." Eomer replied, his body holding the liquor rather well.

Eowyn giggled, tripping over to the young girl and sitting upon her lap. Eretria struggled beneath her weight, although Eowyn presumed to straddle the outlaw, lifting an apple-tart to her sealed mouth.

"Open wide honey bear!" The blonde girl order in a sweet mock, her rosy cheeks lifting to a toothy grin.

"Never! I will not give in to this evil witcher-"

Eretria was cut off by the bitter pastry being stuffed into her mouth. She spat, and unknowingly heaved Eowyn from a top her lap. The lady of Rohan proceeded to roll down the hill.

"Ahh!" She squealed, her calls muffled by the dry grass. Eretria giggled, followed by a hiccup, then dropped to the ground and rolled behind her friend.

Loud chuckles echoed throughout the field as the two teenagers hurled into one another reaching the foot of the small hill, Eretria's flask still gripped tight in her hand. She took a final swig, emptying the silver, before beaming up at Eomer.

"Come on Little John, join the party!"

The young man had earned the nickname due to looking much like Eretria's old trainer.

And before they knew it, the two girls were hit by Eomer's heavy body, their groans turning to merry laughs as they lay upon each other in a comfortable bundle.

"Evengers!" Eretria roared, raising her palms to the sky as her head lay upon Eomer's chest. The young man glanced down at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"Evengers!" Eowyn repeated, giggling as she rested her head upon the outlaw's stomach.

And with merry chuckles and slurring sentences, the trio watched as the sky above faded into a tapestry of stars, the the sun setting over the castle on the hill.

She was 16 years old when she learnt the strength of true friendship.