Author's Note: I actually planned for this fic to be a complete story, but then decided I was better doing it as a series of drabbles. I'll update as soon as I can, but in the mean time, read, review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and it's universe, and any recognizable characters mentioned, are not mine. They belong to Professor Tolkien.
It was in the middle of the night when two people sound asleep in each other's warm embrace were rudely woken up by the urgent voices and a heavy knock that rang through their room.
Eowyn opened her tired eyes and sat up, reaching for her husband. 'Aragorn, what..' Said man was already standing up and starting towards the door, curious as to why their peaceful slumber was disturbed. He hurried to his wife's side and gently laid her back down to the bed, hand brushing against her stomach and kissed her golden head. 'Go back to sleep my love, let me handle this. You have been through quite enough discomfort for the day.'Eowyn smiled wryly, bidding Aragorn good night before closing her eyes, weary. The child in her belly was stubborn, perhaps even more than she was. She had spent the day suffering from the little one's kicks and her back ached so. 'The child will be a handful once born,' she thought fondly, rubbing her slightly swelling belly and started to drift off to sleep.
Seeing his wife in peace, Aragorn smiled softly and silently slipped out of the room and into a corridor full of advisors and the Lord Faramir arguing at the top of their voices. Aragorn shook his head, exasperated. His advisors all seemed to act like bickering children at times, even his level headed steward.
'What is the matter?' His soft voice, while not raised was full of authority and a little hint of irritation that the shouting had woken him and his wife in this ungodly hour.
Everyone fell silent, looking at each other. Aragorn raised an eyebrow, staring at every single person, waiting for someone to speak. Finally, Faramir cleared his throat and broke the silence. 'Your Highness, forgive us for disrupting your sleep. But there is an urgent matter that I,' here, he glared at the older, 'wiser' advisors, 'felt you should know.'
His king motioned for him to continue, wondering when the actual point was to be broached. The steward, face serious, told him straight out, 'Rohan is being attacked by orcs, and they will soon be overwhelmed.'
Before anyone could react or protest, a gasp was heard from the doorway. Everyone, except Aragorn were surprised to find their queen awake. Aragorn smiled again, never ceasing to be amused by his beautiful wife. He knew the moment she even heard 'Rohan' she would be demanding to know what was happening to her beloved homeland.
Eyes flashing and golden hair framing her face, she demanded, 'How are there such large numbers of orcs left? Did we not destroy nearly all of them?' Her husband stood by silently, greatly enjoying how nervous his advisors were in the face of the storm that was his wife. Only Faramir dared to speak to her and Aragorn suspected, by the twinkle in his steward's warm brown eyes that he enjoyed how frightened the older men were.
'My lady, we did destroy many of the orcs, but unfortunately, there still seems to be one last band that managed to evade us. But I am certain that were we to aid Rohan in this battle, we would be able to exterminate the worse of them once and for all.'
One golden eyebrow raised, Eowyn stared at all the men as if they were children, 'Then why were you arguing? And why have you not summoned the troops to the aid of Rohan? Are you planning on having tea before setting out?'
Aragorn was doing his best to stifle the laughter that he was sure would bubble out soon if nothing was done to placate his wife. Taking her into his arms, he comforted her. 'Come now Eowyn, I am sure that the council was just about to do that, were you not my Lords?'
Dismayed, the men could only mutely nod their heads, defeated by the ferocity of their queen. Aragorn, still holding Eowyn, motioned for them to adjourn to the council room, where they could discuss their plans for sending aid. The advisors, led by Faramir moved silently and quickly under the glare of Eowyn.
Aragorn waited until the last of the men had left before he finally laughed and kissed his wife. 'Thank you my love. You just made my entire council run away in fear of your wrath and stop their childish bickering.' Eowyn shrugged sheepishly, and he laughed all the more, knowing that the men had never seen her truly angry, and if they did, well, perhaps he would have a more well-behaved, less bureaucratic council to deal with every day.
Still laughing at his wife's wonderful wildness that she had not lost, both man and wife strode hand in hand to join the advisors, their irritation forgotten for the moment. Aragorn thanked the Gods that Eowyn was still the wild and carefree shieldmaiden he had fallen in love with, along with the joy and amusement that never ceased to follow her. And he prayed that she would never be tamed, not by him, not by Gondor; not ever.