"Perhaps Eomer's horsetail was just his flamboyant personal style." Gwynnyd
Flamboyant Eomer
“Théodred?”
The prince looked up from his map. Éomer leaned against the doorframe with his hands behind his back.
“Finished grooming already?” Théodred asked wryly. “You’re not sore about losing the bet, hmm?”
“No. I wanted to show you something.” Éomer produced a helmet and put it on.
“You nailed a horsetail to your helm?”
“Exactly! What do you think?”
“That you look like a horse’s ass.”
“I’m creating my personal style,” he retorted.
“Right,” Théodred snorted. “Where did you come by this…accoutrement?”
Hama poked his head into the room. "Éomer, your uncle has summoned you.”
Éomer swallowed. “Regarding?”
“Snowmane.”
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Thanks, Deandra, for beta-ing.


