The sound that Éomer makes might, were he not a noble and well-mannered lord, be mistaken for a hastily-stifled laugh; his beard does little to disguise the smirk that threatens at his lips. "Ofergyld ne genyhtsumaþ," he says lightly to Éowyn, whose warningly narrowed eyes do not seem to deter him. "Hanagrædan ahate hine." And then, reverting to Westron: "Yet I do see that you understand the Lady Éowyn, in this wise. For so, I recall, did she speak on the eve of our riding forth, and made so heartfelt a plea of it that it should not have shocked us when she could not be turned aside. Rarely have I heard such bold and ringing words without such an errand behind them."
"And yet, you sought to turn them aside from me, likewise." Now it is upon her brother that Éowyn turns the sharper edge of her voice, and the cool judgement of her gaze. She will have none of this, she thinks, with more than a hint of bitterness; she will not have her joy so spoiled by the two of them posturing and jibing at one another. Already, it sours her pleasure in homecoming, and it has been so little time: if this is how it will be throughout their stay, then she will run mad. "But here, there is nothing to be proved. Both of you have made such proofs in your time, and need not strive in peaceful halls to boast of glory."
At this, Éomer does laugh, a clear and ringing sound. "So you may well say, sister, knowing that these halls already ring often with your own glory!" He looks at Jaime, now, as though to share a joke in turn: "She will hold us both hostage to her better name, knowing that her own deeds are of such renown, and leave us poor men with no recourse but wonder or braggart's boasts."
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Date: 2021-10-03 01:32 am (UTC)"And yet, you sought to turn them aside from me, likewise." Now it is upon her brother that Éowyn turns the sharper edge of her voice, and the cool judgement of her gaze. She will have none of this, she thinks, with more than a hint of bitterness; she will not have her joy so spoiled by the two of them posturing and jibing at one another. Already, it sours her pleasure in homecoming, and it has been so little time: if this is how it will be throughout their stay, then she will run mad. "But here, there is nothing to be proved. Both of you have made such proofs in your time, and need not strive in peaceful halls to boast of glory."
At this, Éomer does laugh, a clear and ringing sound. "So you may well say, sister, knowing that these halls already ring often with your own glory!" He looks at Jaime, now, as though to share a joke in turn: "She will hold us both hostage to her better name, knowing that her own deeds are of such renown, and leave us poor men with no recourse but wonder or braggart's boasts."