Eomer Chronicles
On fanfiction.net I have a very long series of Elfwine Chronicles (specifically stories about the family unit of Eomer, Lothiriel and their son Elfwine). Over time, it expanded to include much more than that, and there are over 200 of the Chronicles (plus the prequel stories that set the stage by getting Eomer and Lothiriel married).
The Eomer Chronicles is the result of stories that preceded the Eomer/Lothiriel romance/marriage, but they are related to the series. However, you should be able to understand them on their own. They are random one-shots that jump around chronologically.
One thing to note: while I try to keep fairly close to canon, my Gamling is essentially the one seen in the Peter Jackson films.
Eomer becomes acquainted with a boy named Eothain. Eomer Chronicles 1
Beginnings
(Edoras, 3002 III)
The three boys chased along the backstreet of Edoras, snatching at one another and laughing. Turning a corner, the leader and largest of the boys nearly collided with another lad who was approaching from the opposite direction. All of them skidded to an abrupt halt and stared warily at each other.
“Who are you?” the leader asked. “I have not seen you around before.” He ran a shirtsleeve across his runny nose.
The new boy facing him seemed about his age, and was fairly tall and gangly. He had the look of someone who had grown a few inches recently. Eothain noted the neatly combed hair and fine clothes that he wore, pegging him as one of the nobles’ sons. Probably prissy and conceited.
“I am Eomer,” the boy answered quietly, after a moment, but offering no further information. “Who are you?” he asked in return, a flick of his eyes encompassing all three of them.
“I am Eothain. And this is Cadda and Aldfrid.” His eyes shifted at a movement behind Eomer and a young girl peeked around at them. “They have got you playing nursemaid, I see!” He let out a derisive laugh and the other boys did likewise.
“Be silent! Eowyn is my sister,” Eomer snapped authoritatively, startling Eothain.
Yep – prissy and conceited, just as he’d thought. “Ooh, isn’t she cute,” he sneered. “Are you going to play dolls together?” Due to being larger than most boys his age, and both strong and agile, Eothain rarely feared a confrontation with others, and it was clear this lad was no match for him.
Eothain never saw the fist coming that smashed into the side of his face. He stumbled back as a fire lit in his eyes. “So that’s how it is? Well, I’ll teach you a lesson in manners!” With a growl, he launched himself at Eomer, taking them both to the ground, and the other two boys eagerly closed in to watch the scrap. Eothain had never lost a fight, and they didn’t anticipate this being the first time he did – this lad was in for a thrashing! No one in their right mind got Eothain angry!
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