"Look at him. Is he not the finest foal you've seen in a long time?" Léof beamed as if we were looking at his own offspring.
I looked at the spindly-legged colt suckling at his dam's teat. Indeed, a fine-looking beast; not unexpected though, with his grandsire one of the Mearas. Even so, I shook my head. "He is, but you are out of your depth and out of your mind naming him after a king of old. And if our lord hears of it, who knows..."
"Théoden is hardly Fengel to see slights where none are intended," Léof replied.
"True," I allowed, still unhappy. The king had been more than reasonable when this one's sire was born after one of the Mearh stallions had escaped and got at my mare when she was in heat. By rights he could have claimed the foal, leaving me with only recompense for the breeding. Instead I was allowed to keep him, and even breed with him, although his foals would not be counted among the Mearas. I sighed. "But it is bad luck to change a horse's name once it has been spoken aloud, so his name is Brego, right or wrong."
This double drabble was written for the October 2011 Nuzgûl of the Month Challenge - Namesakes