Mar. 15th, 2008

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I was asking [livejournal.com profile] sgafan some horsey questions that came up when I was writing some of the drabbles I'm doing for [livejournal.com profile] elena_tiriel's birthday, and she was telling me about how she used to snap horseflies with towels to stun them so she could step on them. And then she said I dare you to write a drabble with Eomer snapping rags to kill horseflies.

*g*

Snap!

Under a cloudless sky, the cousins watered their horses. Éomer, stripping off his sweat-drenched tunic, stooped and wet his neckerchief in the slow-flowing water.

Firefoot stamped and flicked an ear as a horsefly weaved drunkenly from amongst the reeds and settled on his neck. Quick as a flash, Éomer twisted the scarf and snapped it out. Stunned, the winged pest fell into the water, struggled and drowned.

A moment later, Éomer felt a gentle slap across his own shoulders. Turning in protest, he saw Théodred stepping on a fly he had flicked in like fashion from Éomer’s naked back.

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Here are the next three drabbles in my series Star-Songs of the Eorlingas, written for [livejournal.com profile] elena_tiriel's birthday.

as part of the Star-songs of the Eorlingas series.

The Mearh

"Here is Hnaega, Father of Horses, ready to answer the Hunter’s call. By day his coat gleams like the everlasting snows of Starkhorn; by night it glimmers as the play of starlight on swift-falling Snowbourn; and his hooves are shod with gold.

"Ever he watches over his children grazing in the green fields of the Mark. Where the mare drops her foal, Hnaega waits to welcome a new lord of the plains. And when, swift in battle or slow in age, the race is run, Hnaega will guide his people to the sweet pastures where the white evermind blooms always."

The Horsefly

Reaching the next pattern of silver thread against black velvet, Éowyn laughed. "Never far indeed from Hnaega is the wicked trickster Fleóge, whose sting is like a goblin’s blade. In noisome pools he makes his home, revelling in all that is vile.

"Some say the Black Foe sent him and his dark spawn to torment Hnaega and drive him into madness. But the Hunter knew of sweet oils whose scent Fleóge cannot abide. To the fathers of men he taught such wisdom, so that with tricks of our own we may keep our herds safe from the Lord of Flies."

The Great Worm

"When the world was young, there dwelt in the North an accursed breed that laid to waste to the green fields and carried off the proud sons of Hnaega.

"And on a time, Men were much troubled by one of that monstrous spawn, hight Scatha. Cunning he was, and his flame was hot, and his heart was black. South he flew, intent on mischief and malice.

"But Fram went forth to meet him, and they did battle, and Scatha fell to a true-flung spear.

"Then the Hunter set a sign in the sky, that Men in the South forget not...."

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