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Training Day

Lothíriel froze instantly as her opponent lunged forward and again her sword fell clattering to the floor.

Éomer stopped, running a hand along his bearded jaw line. “Pick it up and try again.” He growled, retreating several paces; the fallen sword lay like a fence between them.

“Éomer, I can’t! Not with that look in your eye.” She replied warily, crossing her arms.

“What look?”

“That look you have,” Lothíriel pointed accusingly at his face, “I can’t concentrate!”

“The look I give an Orc when I’m about to run him through?”

“If that’s the same look you give an Orc….”

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AN: I just finished reading "The Riders of Rohan" (Bk. 3, Ch. 2 of TT) and imagining Éomer fighting Uglúk somehow led to this. But it's hardly a scenario I want to build a whole story around and I seem doomed to write drabbles forever.