Midsummer Night's Drabbles, A
Before, the courtyard echoed with the rattling of weapons, but now the afternoon sun has sapped the young warriors of their fervor.
"Aye, now," says the first, slouching beside a bed of peonies. "The victory was clearly mine."
"'Twas not!" the second protests.
"'Twas, you silly girl!"
This is the last straw: with both lethal rage and catlike grace, Éowyn springs forward, knocks out the wooden sword upon which her brother haughtily leans. He tumbles down, and she can hear his shouts even as she races past the gates: a good thing this one always been light on her feet.
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