Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Honor |
For Elena Tiriel, who asked for a drabble about the oath-taking at the Hill of Awe. |
| When Éorl and the Steward came down from that high hallow, those of the Éothéod who had come to camp hard by, following their lord, rose. Hwelc spell, hlaford? they cried. Sprecath ús! And so Éorl led Cirion then before his people, and he spoke thus, in the Northern tongue: "Éothéod, among you I am first in honor. But here is one better, Cirion Boromirsson, for he fears not to swear friendship before the gods themselves. Therefore in your name I have said: here stand I by Gondor forever. Shall I be foresworn?" And with one voice they cried: Næfre! |
Hwelc spell, hlaford? ... Sprecath ús! —What news, lord? ... Speak to us! Næfre! —Never! |