Needlework

“Why do you not practice with us?”

“They say I am too young, and that I must practice my needlework instead. As if I could protect Rohan with a needle! Shieldmaidens do not sew.”

“Nor do they weep. Have you a blade?”

Eowyn pulled it out from where she held it hidden under her apron, her greatest treasure: Morwen’s blade.

He whistled softly in admiration. “A sword is a kind of a needle, no? You could do fine needlework with this.” Eowyn grinned.

“Remember,” the swordmaster whispered, “keep your needle sharp; then your needlework will always be clean and lovely.”

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For the "Sharp(e)"challenge at tolkien_weekly.