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Birthday Drabbles and Suchlike  by annmarwalk 3 Review(s)
LarnerReviewed Chapter: 20 on 5/1/2006
Yes, I remember reading this one over there. Still a wonderful look a the early martial leanings of Eowyn daughter of Eomund. Unable to protect her parents, she has learned perhaps far too early that those who cannot wield swords may the more easily die upon them.

Author Reply: Lacking any strong female role models at all, Eowyn had no choice but to seek to emulate her brother and cousin. We hear of the shieldmaidens, but I don't recall ever learning anything concrete about them - are they a Rohirric myth? I really think she just wanted to be like Eomer and Theodred. I was the same way as a girl - I only wanted to be like my older brothers, and to do everything they did. ;-)

BodkinReviewed Chapter: 20 on 5/1/2006
Theodred was an excellent big cousin. Giving Eowyn the horse would have been just right for most little girls - but I'm sure it wasn't long before she got a sword of her own. Nice link in with the other story!

Author Reply: Thanks for reading and commenting!

Nice link in with the other story!
Actually, my friend Edoraslass and I wrote several of these (we call it the Pony!verse). You can find some more of them listed here at her Live Journal: Pony!Fic
By all means, drop by and say hello if you are interested! You don't have to have a Live Journal yourself to post a comment.

BranwynReviewed Chapter: 20 on 4/29/2006
It easy to forget (especially after seeing the young Theodred of the films) that Theodred is an older cousin of Eomer and Eowyn. I loved this glimpse of their homecoming to Edoras after their father's death. And, of course, that toy pony shows up in your "Heirlooms" and in other stories. LOL that Eowyn already has the makings of a shieldmaiden!

Author Reply: Thanks for reading and commenting!

Yes, Theodred was born the very same year as Boromir, and was a man grown when those children came into his life. I don't know exactly who that young, pretty, dying man was, but he certainly wasn't our Theodred.

Their plight would have disturbed Theodred on so many levels, though: kinfolk in need; orphaned children; citizens he was unable to protect. Anger, and frustration; hopefully diffused, at least temporarily, by the sight of these reminders of his own childhood.

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