Her riders gossip like fishwives, and there's nothing Éomer can do to stop them.
Honestly, she doesn't even try, at this point, and it's definitely not because she secretly loves to gossip just as much as they do, she just tries to hide it better.
Steven, of course, is a favorite topic of gossip, both because he is so clearly an outsider and out of his depth when it comes to their life here on the plains, but also because he has so clearly caught the eye of so many of the local girls. Her riders seem torn between amusement and resentment both, though thankfully she does not think any of them are reaching a point where they are considering trying to convince him to leave through whatever means necessary. It helps, she thinks, that women are generally allowed to choose whichever partner they wish, and the menfolk know that there is nothing much they can do about it.
Éomer finds the fact that so many of the local girls have set their cap at Steven to be mostly amusing. It does, however, get somewhat irritating as they are constantly underfoot, making doe eyes at him and practicing their halting Westron while they dole out compliments and try to give him an unimpeded view of their cleavage.
"Hilde," she snaps, striding into the stables and breezing past the latest girl trying to catch Steven's eye. Hilde guiltily straightens and slinks back off to Meduseld to continue her duties when Éomer gives her a warning glare, a glare that softens to a somewhat chiding smirk as she turns to face her new friend.
"You know," she says mildly, stepping into the stall beside him so she can stroke her hand down Arroch's flank in an assessing manner, "you are quite bad for the general productivity of Edoras. All the local girls are neglecting their duties so they can flutter their eyelashes at you."
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Honestly, she doesn't even try, at this point, and it's definitely not because she secretly loves to gossip just as much as they do, she just tries to hide it better.
Steven, of course, is a favorite topic of gossip, both because he is so clearly an outsider and out of his depth when it comes to their life here on the plains, but also because he has so clearly caught the eye of so many of the local girls. Her riders seem torn between amusement and resentment both, though thankfully she does not think any of them are reaching a point where they are considering trying to convince him to leave through whatever means necessary. It helps, she thinks, that women are generally allowed to choose whichever partner they wish, and the menfolk know that there is nothing much they can do about it.
Éomer finds the fact that so many of the local girls have set their cap at Steven to be mostly amusing. It does, however, get somewhat irritating as they are constantly underfoot, making doe eyes at him and practicing their halting Westron while they dole out compliments and try to give him an unimpeded view of their cleavage.
"Hilde," she snaps, striding into the stables and breezing past the latest girl trying to catch Steven's eye. Hilde guiltily straightens and slinks back off to Meduseld to continue her duties when Éomer gives her a warning glare, a glare that softens to a somewhat chiding smirk as she turns to face her new friend.
"You know," she says mildly, stepping into the stall beside him so she can stroke her hand down Arroch's flank in an assessing manner, "you are quite bad for the general productivity of Edoras. All the local girls are neglecting their duties so they can flutter their eyelashes at you."