A young girl stood at the edge of the Golden Hall, the wind whipped her dress around her ankles. Her hair was secured away from her face by the braids that began at her temples and met at the back of her head. Her lip trembled with grief as she looked out to the plains of Rohan. She did not turn around when the door to Meduseld opened and a tall woman with a sorrowful countenance saw the girl upon the battlement and went to her side. She put her arm around her shoulders, the girls arms wrapped around her waist.
She looked down at her face and wiped away her tears, "Do not cry, daughter, your father is in peace now." She told her, struggling with her words. She looked out to the horizon, her hand stroking the girl's hair idly. She swallowed hard, trying to gain control, she continued, "He has found his way to the Halls of our…" her voice broke up, and her body began to shake within the hold of the girls arms. "Éomund…" she whispered as her legs gave way, the guards ran forward to catch her.
"Mother?" the girl said faintly as the men lifted her mother's limp body through the doors, she watched in horror, being reminded of her father's burial only days before. "Mother!" she screamed from the skin of her throat, she trembled violently with fear.
A tall broad man pushed his way through the space between the guards when he heard the girls desperate cry. He wore a crown on his head, with a thick golden braid falling on either side of his face onto his large shoulders. He hurried over and lifted her up into his arms. She buried her head into his neck as she wept,
"Mother…she was shaking…" she whispered as he patted her head, bringing her into the Hall. He placed her on a couch by the hearth as an old woman ran from a door off to the side. He was draping a blanket over her shoulders when the woman reached them,
"I apologize, my lord, the boys, they were…" she began but he only smiled.
"It's no trouble, Elfwyn, I am more than happy to comfort my sister's daughter."
"Of course, my lord." She bowed apologetically.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I must go see to her." He said, passing behind the couch.
"Uncle…" his niece called softly. He turned back,
"It is fine, Elfwyn." He said, interrupting the Nurse whom was about to scold the girl for being informal, as he walked the few paces back to her. He kissed the top of her head, "You will be able to see your mother soon, Éowyn." He promised her before leaving. She turned to watch him disappear into the doorway, and then she heard the light hurried footfalls on the other side of the room. She turned to see two young boys with golden hair running from the same door Elfwyn had come through only moments before.
"Éomer!" she called desperately from the couch and he ran over to her, taking her hand.
"What has happened to mother?" he asked them.
"She's dying!" Éowyn trembled.
"Sssh, my darling." Elfwyn said, she pulled Éowyn onto her lap, "You're mother has fainted, they have taken her into her room." She told him, stroking his sister's hair.
"Fainted?" Éomer asked, "Is she ill?"
"I do not believe so, she is young and perhaps only grief stricken from the death of Lord Éomund. She has never been ill in all her life and she is very strong." She attempted to reassure him, but Éomer's eyes still stung with tears despite her words. "Come now," she said, holding out her free arm towards him. He stood beside her as she embraced him, "You as well, Theodred." She told the other boy. He went over to Éowyn and held Elfwyn's hand that was on the girls shoulder. "Now, no tears, Lady Theodwyn will be fine, you will see." She told them in a low voice, unsure of her own words but desperate to ease the worried hearts of the children.
A/N: My appearances are NOT based off of the movies. I am using the descriptions that Tolkien used for characters and some of my own where he did not elaborate or that I do not remember, because I do not own the books so I cannot refer back to them at my disposal.