Featuring: Miranda Otto
Summary: It could be worse. Gen-fic.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: For Danachan, for the First Lines challenge.
She might be a lady, but she has never had a gift for a lady's work. Playing with the boys'd been so much more fun -- rough and tumble sports, frolicking in the mud and catching frogs. Her parents'd despaired, admonished her to act like a girl.
One day you'll grow up, grow out of childish ways...
Looking out over the battlefield of Pelennor, sword clutched tight in gloved hands as Peter gave last minute directions, Miranda was fiercely grateful that she'd paid little attention to the teachings of her elders. Playing with the boys was still much more fun.
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