Title: The Littlest Warrior

Co-written by tiaoconnell and carelesscat

tiaoconnell@yahoo.com

Category: Lord of the Rings (movie)

Rating: PG-13

Warning: SPANKING OF A MINOR (family discipline, not kink)

Disclaimner: We don't own Tolkien's world (or anything in it) even though we wish we did. We just play there.

Author's Note: Just guessing on the age difference between Eomer and Eowyn. That's the beauty of fanfiction, you can sometimes bend the rules a bit *wink*



The Littlest Warrior
Co-written by tiaoconnell and carelesscat

Seventeen year old Eomer was practicing his exercises with his sword, in full armor. He wanted to make sure he was fit and ready for whenever he would be put in the army. He had waited his whole life to become a soldier to keep Middle-earth safe.

After a long and tiring practice, which left him sweaty and exhausted, he finally put his sword and armor down, heading off to get a drink and a snack, then he would return to practicing.

Eowyn had been watching from behind an old statue of some important person that she never had to time to remember exactly *which* important person he was. What nine year old girl does?

She knew she was forbidden near Eomer when he practiced--everyone figuered she would be injured. But as soon as her older brother left, she smirked to herself, an idea striking her bright young mind!

Quickly crossing the yard to where the armor and sword lay, momentarily forgotten, Eowyn smiled brightly and picked up the helmet.

As Eomer headed for the kitchens to find refreshment, he saw King Theoden and Prince Theodred, and said, "Soon I will be ready to fight alongside you, Prince Theodred." King Theoden shook his head after a moment of pause.

"Nay. Eomer, you are not ready to fight with Theodred. You will have to wait a few more years." The young warrior in training, rolled his eyes. "I am 17 years old uncle. The same age as Theodred! I can fight... I'm better than the best fighter her n Edoras!"

Prince Theodred, feeling a possible fight looming above their heads, shook his own head and exited the room, leaving Eomer and Theoden to speak in private. However, the talk did not accomplish what Eomer wished, and he was severely disappointed. Taking the blow to his pride in stride, he once again set off for the kitchens.

Meanwhile, little Eowyn had put on the very large armor and had taken off across the courtyard, trying to challenge warrior that were about. "I am can fight! Fight me! I am a good fighter!" The warriors laughed at the tiny one in overly large armor, poking fun at her. "Aye, you can fight the monsters hiding in the nursery!" They teased. They soon came to regret their jeering of her, when each of thsoe who did received a sharp poke from the sword in the backside!

After a long cool drink of water, Eomer took two apples and walked back towards where he had left his sword and armor. He intended to eat his apples in the sun of the yard, then return to practicing. He'd show his uncle! He stopped in his tracks as soon as he noticed his things missing. Surely the other warriors of Rohan had not taken his things.....

Still challange warriors and poking when refused, Eowyn was exceedingly pleased with herself. She attempted to hide her little girl giggles with a more manly type laugh, but could not even come close!

Finally one of the men looked at her sternly, bending down to her height. "You brat... go find some kids your own age. Leave fighting to men, tis not a game little girl!"

Eowyn scowled. "Girls can fight TOO!" she announced angrilly, giving the man a sharp THWACK of the heavy sword across his backside.

The man cried out, more in anger then any actual pain, and she took off running, giggling crazily.

This was the last straw for the brave warriors of Rohan. They could face any danger that middle earth could throw at them! But they would *not* face a spoiled little girl with silly hopes of being a warrior! Several of the men took off after Eowyn, intending on catching the imp and wringing her little neck!

One lone warrior, an older man as warriors went, shook his head. He went in search of Eomer and found the young man still trying to figure out where his things had gone. "Eomer!" The older warrior called. "Have you seen your sister?" He had a look of slight anger on his face.

Eomer looked up, and shook his head. "No. Right now I am trying to figure out where my sword and armor went to." "Exactly man!" The warrior exclaimed. "Your sister has taken them and is running wild! Someone may wring her neck, if you do not find her and talk some sense into that stubborn woman head of hers!"

Groaning and rolling his eyes, Eomer looked very apologetic towards the warrior. "Forgive me for my sister's behavior." A curt nod was the first response from the other man. "Of course my friend. However, if I should find her first, I would rather find my apologies after giving her a whack where it will do her the most good!" he threatened seriously.

Eomer laughed heartily, then smiled and said, "I'll find her." He began searching immediately for his wayward little sister. "EOWYN" he shouted, anger at her actions creeping into his voice with each complaint he received.

"Shoot!" The little girl exclaimed, having heard her brother's call. "Stupid brother," she muttered. "Always spoiling *all* my fun!" Eowyn took of running in the opposite direction of her brother's yells, only to find a mob of warriors intent on hunting.... hunting HER!!

The men attempted to grab her while Eomer continued looking. Eowyn was no idiot. Her brother was *much* safer then these crazy warriors!!

"Aaaaaah!" she shrieked, turning and running in the opposite direction of the mob. "Stop chasing meeeeeeeeeeee!" she wailed, the sword dropped in her hurry to get away quickly. A quick get away was not about to happen though, as the armor was heavy and not at all made for her.

One of the angry warriors stopped and picked up the fallen sword, to return to Eomer after catching his sister. The tiny girl, yelling, rounded a corner, smacking head first into Eomer's gut. The run-in caused her to fall backwards, the armor making a loud thunk as she landed on her back. Eowyn cringed. "Oops," she said softly to herself.

Eomer frowned down at his naughty little sister, his hands on his hips. "Eowyn, what in the whole of middle earth are you doing with MY armor? Did I NOT tell you NOT to touch my sword AND armor EVER?"

The helmet slid off her head, revealing her flushed little face. "Umm, well, I don't remember..... um, WHERE am I ?" she shouted suddenly. "Who are you? Who am I? Oh goodness, I must have amfeda!" she tried to talk her way out of the angry look on his face.

"EOWYN! The word is amnesia and it won't work this time!" Just then, the men rounded the corner and spotted Eowyn on the floor. Her lower lip trembled, and she ducked, clanking as she moved, behind her brother's legs. "They are trying to kill meeeeeeee!" she shouted, hoping for some sympathy.

Eomer winked at the men. "Thank you, fellow warriors. I shall handle *this* wayward warrior from here." They all cast scowls at the hiding child, shouting suggestions to Eomer (which ranged from stringing her up to sending her to an orphanage!). The last threat made Eowyn feel very worried. She wasn't really *that* bad... was she?

Maybe she had been very mistaken to think this would be funny. Before anymore suggestions could be made, Eowyn shed the armor and tried to run for her life.

Only to be caught a moment later around the waist by one of Eomer's strong arms. "I don't think you'll be running off anywhere Eowyn!"

Eowyn squirmed, attempting to get away. "I don't wanna go to an orphanage!" she shouted. "I'll miss you! Don't be mad Eomer, please?"

Rolling his eyes, Eomer let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm *not* sending you to an orphanage," he stated firmly. "Promise?" Eowyn asked seriously, her eyes narrowed, tiny hands resting on her small hips.

Eomer nodded. "I promise." He swung her up and under an arm, holding her firmly as he headed back to the Hall. "Then what are you gonna doooo?" she wailed as he handled her slightly roughly. "Eomer, put me down, don't me stupid! I won't do it again!"

Grabbing his armor along the way, he headed for his room, depositing his things there, then turned towards Eowyn's room. "I have told you TIME and TIME AGAIN about NOT touching MY THINGS" he yelled, carrying her in and slamming the door shut behind him.

Scowling darkly at her older brother, Eowyn began to shout, "HEY I am too OLD for naps! Uncle Theoden SAID SO!" She felt quite sure she was about to be forced to take a long nap to give everyone a break from her antics. Grrrrrr, brothers!!

Scoffing at her idea of what would happen, Eomer sat down on the bed, and looked her in the eyes, holding her firmly. "You are not getting a nap." Before she could even speak, he drapped her over his lap.

Eowyn gasped and started kicking and struggling. "What are you doing Eomer?!?!?! Lemme go right now or I'M TELLING!!" she demanded. The young princess had never been spanked a day in her life, something at Eomer for one, was severely regretting right about now, and most of the time as of late.

"You, young lady, are getting a long and much deserved spanking!" Eomer announced very sternly. He had absolutely had it with her and all this naughty behavior would stop now if he had anything to say about it!

The little girl was unsure what to expect, but if it was punishment, it was not going to be fun--- that she knew for sure. "Nooooooo! You can't!!! Lemme go, please? No faaaaaair!!" Eowyn continued to kick adding smacks of her small balled up fists to his leg.

Eomer ignored her as he lifted her dress and quickly pulled her undergarments down, baring her small backside to rather cold air, making her squirm slightly more across his knees. "I will NOT let you go," he told her firmly. "You are getting this!" He raised his hand and brought it down with a sound smack on her backside. SSMMAACCKK!

Kicking frantically, Eowyn screamed. "STOOOP THAT HURTS!" "Tis a spanking! Of course it's going to hurt," he replied, not moved one bit by her claim. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Five hard spanks landed on tender cheeks in fast succession.

Eowyn wailed and burst into tears, squirming all over like a worm. His hand was large and could easily cover her entire backside; her bottom was starting to sting a lot and feel hot!

"Stop, no more Eomer!" she begged sincerely, throwing her little hands back. Her hands were quickly stopped by one of Eomer's, and he held them to her back and continued, spanking her sit spot and the tender crease between bottom and thighs. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

Tears poured down her little face as she howled, little hiccups escaping. "Hate you! Hate you! You're huring me!" she shouted between hiccups.

There was no comment from her brother, only two more spanks to her cheeks, and two more, the hardest yet, to her sit spot. Eowyn started sobbing, her kicks beginning to slow. It was becoming very very clear to the little girl that this was meant to hurt, and hurt a lot, and that Eomer was much too strong for her pitiful escape attempts to be successful.

"Stoooooop pleeeeeeease!" she sobbed out. Deciding that she had indeed learned her lesson and would not steal his things anytime soon, Eomer stopped and rubbed her back soothingly and slowly. "Shh. It's all over now," he stated, his voice slightly softer then before.

Still over his knees, the little girl continued to sob. "Hurts! Why'd you hurt me?" All she wanted to do was get off his knees and rub her flaming bottom.

Holding her firmly, Eomer lifted her to her feet, and looked into her eyes. "Eowyn. I did not hurt you. I gave you a spanking. A spanking is done out of love, not to hurt you very bad."

As soon as he released her, Eowyn danced around in front of him, holding her bottom as tears continued to fall from her pretty eyes. "Then why'd it hurt so much?" she asked, truly wanting to know and understand. She scooted away slightly, rather miffed, and awed, at his treatment of her.

Eomer sighed, feeling slightly frustrated at her lack of understanding. "Spankings are meant to hurt your backside.... not your pride or your heart. I love you Eowyn," he said quickly. "And I don't want anything to happen to you. I would NEVER lift a hand to really hurt you. Spankings are punishment, not beatings."

Eowyn, her undergarments around her ankles, but her dress having fallen back in place, shuffled over to him, still holding her backside.

"You love me?" she asked softly. She rather figuered he did, most of the time, but it was rare for him to say it aloud. "Yes, I love you with ALL my heart," he said softly, smiling. Gently, he raised her undergarments, wincing slightly at the howl Eowyn let out.

Once again dressed properly, Eowyn tugged on his shirt with one hand, wanting to be held, but not sure if he would refuse her or not. "Does it hurt forever?" she asked seriously, her other hand brushing away her tears.

Shaking his head, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, where he promptly, though slightly aukwardly, hugged her close and kissed her forehead. "No, the pain shall go away soon." Eowyn whimpered and squirmed as her bottom touched his leggings, but she put her arms around him.

"Do you like me? Sometimes you yell a lot." "Eowyn," he started. "Just because I yell does not mean I don't like or love you. You are my only sister.... I would never hurt you." Eowyn hugged him tightly, yawning a little bit. "Are you gonna do that again someday? I don't want you too," she announced with a pout.

Eomer couldn't help but chuckle. "I will.... if you misbehave, or do not do what you are asked or told to do." Eowyn looked up, smiking a little, a sudden thought hitting her. "Will Uncle Theoden let you?" Her eyes were wide as she waited for his answer.

Hiding a smirk, Eomer nodded. "He will," he affirmed. His young sister pouted, wriggling slightly. "I'm sorry," she whispered after a moment. "That I said I hated you...." She hung her head, feeling bad, after such words of love from her brother, that she could have ever ever said that she hated him.

Placing a finger under her chin, he titledher head up, and looked into her pretty blue eyes. "Eowyn, I know you didn't mean that. I should've explained what was going to happen before I actually spanked you."

She nodded. "I was kinda scared, cuz you were really mad and you spank REALLY HARD" she said seriously. One hand snuck back to rub her bottom once more. Chuckling, he gave a quick kiss to the top of her head. "I know. Spankings are meant to make sure the person being spanked understands what they've done wrong."

"I won't ever ever play with your armor again! But it WAS so much fun..." Eowyn gave an exaggerated sigh. "I know it is little one, but you are a young girl. Men are the ones that fight....."

After playfully pushing Eomer from her room several minutes later, Eowyn crawled into bed on her stomach, giving a great yawn. "That's silly," she spoke aloud. "Girls could be good fighters too. I'll show him. Someday *I* will fight in war! And I'll be the best warrior ever!"

Smiling softly, Eowyn drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of becoming a well-known, respected, and much feared warrior......



The End