shieldmaiden_rohan | Finding a Bowyer

She had spoken to Robb. He had agreed that Bran was old enough and responsible enough to have a bow of his own, especially given his age. Eowyn had not quite realized that Bran was ten and scolded herself mentally for presuming that size and age had anything to do with ability. Not having the use of his legs did not mean that Bran was any less able to become a warrior in his own way.

Kili was the only bowyer she knew and the only bowyer she would use even had she known another. She had grown to like these dwarrows as well during her time on the island, especially Kili and Fili. Lord Thorin reminded her quite firmly of Theoden King in his most regal mannerisms, which tended to make her revert to the stiffness and protocol required by the royal court. It was not so with Fili and Kili.

She did not know exactly where the dwarrows resided, other than that it was within one of the mountains, but she had nothing else to do with her day. She would walk around and near the entrances to the various caves and perhaps at some point she would find one of the dwarrows. Even if she did not find Kili, Fili or Lord Thorin would perhaps be willing to send a message to Kili for her.

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"It's alright, Fili keeps the place quite tidy," said Kili without shame, even if it had taken him ages to realize his messes were not mysteriously disappearing so much has being fastidiously seen to by the other dwarf.

"Wait but a moment," he added, and dashed back to strike a torch. "Please," he said, beckoning her forward when he appeared again at the mouth of the cave, this time illuminated. "Why have you come to see me?"

Welcomed thus, she followed him into the dark of the cavern. It felt closed and slightly oppressive, though there was plenty of room to walk and stand upright. Perhaps this was what the caves underneath the Hornburg felt like. She knew that she would likely have been sent to them as soon as she arrived at Helm's Deep and was not grieved to have avoided that.

"I also kept things tidy for my brother at times," she admitted fondly. "And my cousin, for they were ever forgetful that dirty garments should not be strewn on the floor."

"Even when it is so easy to discard them there," Kili agreed. "Like myself with Fili, I suspect your brother and cousin would be quite at a loss without you, Lady."

With a bow, he showed her into the cavern that served as their receiving chamber. It was sparsely furnished, as they largely made do with furs in place of chairs and lounges, but he offered her the only seat. "We have mead?"

"They would perhaps not agree with you," she replied, chuckling briefly. "Though that is required of older siblings, do you not think?"

The receiving chamber Kili led her to was spacious, if not overabundant in furniture. The furs served quite well as seating places, but she accepted Kili's offer to sit in the only seat.

"I would be delighted to partake of mead. Is it of your own brew or made by Robb Stark?"

"Fili's," Kili answered, "Though I believe the recipe is Thorin's." He shrugged a little - Kili's palate was far from refined, all that he required of mead was that it be available to him, and he was quite satisfied.

He poured two flagons and presented her with one, touching the glasses together. "To our first and most beautiful human guest," he said with a twinkle.

She took the flagon and bowed her head respectfully at his toast, reminded inevitably of other times she had received or presented a cup. She had dreams of a victory celebration in which she would present the cup to her uncle and then to Lord Aragorn. Whether they were true dreams or no, she could not say, but she had hopes that they were.

"My brother might say that you have poor vision," she teased, "but I thank you for the honor nonetheless."

Finding a Bowyer

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