୨⎯ Chapter 20⎯୧
"Friendly Competition'

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IN THE Golden Hall of Meduseld, the heart of Edoras, Éowyn's graceful gesture as she presents Théoden with a cup symbolizes the deep respect and celebratory spirit permeating the atmosphere. Théoden, regal and commanding, raises the cup high, his voice resonating through the hushed hall.

From my position beside Legolas, opposite Aine and Khellan, I am drawn into the solemnity of the moment. Instinctively, my hand seeks Legolas's, finding comfort in his touch as his thumb gently caresses the back of my hand.

Théoden's words echo with reverence for the fallen heroes who sacrificed everything to defend their homeland. "Tonight," he declares, his voice weighted with history, "we honor those who shed their blood for our freedom. Hail the victorious dead!"

In unison, we echo his sentiment, our voices merging into a solemn chorus, "Hail!"

As the formal ceremony concludes, the atmosphere shifts to one of celebration. Eomer, with a jovial yet firm tone, announces the rules of a drinking game: "No pauses, no spills."

Legolas joins the gathering competitors, including Gimli, Khellan, and several others, each raising their mugs of ale in anticipation. I turn to Gimli with a teasing smile, "This game must be right up your alley, correct?" My comment elicits an eye roll from the dwarf.

A challenge is issued from one of Rohan's survivors, "Why don't you join us, Princess? Unless you're too scared?" Narrowing my eyes at the man, I retrieve an ale from the table, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

Legolas, ever concerned, attempts to dissuade me, "If you're not comfortable, my love, you needn't participate." But my determination is set. "I'm quite capable," I retort, raising the cup to my lips and drinking deeply.

Despite protests of cheating from some quarters, the others pay no heed, quickly joining in and downing their ales as swiftly as possible. The taste is far from pleasant, but my stubbornness prevails over any discomfort. I persist, determined not to let these men best me, regardless of how close I feel to retching.

With a final gulp, I set down my cup, grimacing at the aftertaste. Aine's cheer of encouragement rings out from across the table as others begin to finish as well. A sense of pride washes over me as I notice the disbelief in many eyes, including Legolas's, while Gimli appears impressed.

"Another round, Princess?" Gimli challenges, raising another cup. I decline, still feeling the effects of the first. "I believe I've made my point. Never underestimate a woman," I declare proudly, exchanging a gesture of triumph with Aine.

Later, after a brief respite, I return to find Gimli, Legolas, and Khellan in high spirits, their laughter echoing through the hall. Aine appears mortified by their behavior. I approach Legolas, gently reminding him of the public setting, though he dismisses my concern with a wave.

As the drinking contest continues, Gimli proposes increasingly outrageous toasts, while Legolas begins to feel the effects of the ale. Eventually, Gimli succumbs to the drink, leaving Legolas victorious.

With the competition concluded, we assist our inebriated companions to their sleeping quarters. Gimli's thunderous snores fill the room as we settle him and Khellan into their makeshift beds.

As Aine retires for the night, I turn my attention to Legolas, who seems somewhat disoriented. Guiding him to our designated area, I encourage him to rest despite his protests of not needing sleep.

"Come now, don't be obstinate. You've indulged quite a bit tonight, my prince. A brief rest would do you well," I plead, meeting his gaze.

With a resigned sigh, he acquiesces. "Very well, but please consult with Aragorn regarding the second watch. I fear excessive movement might prove regrettable," he admits, his complexion slightly pale but improving.

Gently, I help him lie down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Our eyes meet for a moment before I avert my gaze.

"I'll speak with Aragorn and wake you if you're needed for duty. Rest well, my Prince," I murmur, turning to make my way down the corridor, the night's events weighing heavily on my mind as I contemplate the challenges that surely await us in the coming days.

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