1. The Contest
"Well if you were not my sister I would have said yes," Eomer leaned against the stone pillar, with a scowl.
"That is why I came to tell you brother-of-mine," Eowyn cooed, pushing the full mug of ale into his hand. "Now drink, for it is Yuletide, and Faramir will be the judge of who wins!"
"I thought I might as well watch you fail miserably," Faramir nodded with laughter and.
Eomer scowled at him too and sat down opposite to his sister before taking a long desperate look towards the new King of Gondor who had be glancing in their direction for the entirety of their argument.
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