AN: This is the sequel to the first story in the series, titled Lost and Found. It may be hard to understand if you haven't read the first part of it yet. I decided that Eowyn gets to start this new book. WARNING: plot spoilers for Two Towers and not completely accurate, since Tauriel is in the story, too.

Eowyn felt as though she were drowning in her own misery in her own home. She was no longer content to ride horses around Edoras. She longed to be free upon the plains of Rohan, but instead, she was locked in Meduseld with her frail, puppet-like uncle and the man who was pulling the strings. She couldn't leave her uncle under the influence of Grima Wormtongue, but Eowyn hated the fact that Grima had her cornered like a cowering animal. She felt his presence wherever she went. She could not get away from the man who desired her beyond any treasure, and it was impossible to do anything alone.

"My lady Eowyn?" a voice asked. Eowyn whirled around from her stance at her bedroom window. She was met with the sight of a little redheaded boy, presumably the son of one of the kitchen maids.

"Yes?"

"King Theoden wishes to speak to you in the throne room." the boy said. Eowyn nodded. The boy made to leave.

"Wait!" Eowyn called after him. "What's your name?" The boy smiled brightly, showing a wide, brilliant smile. Eowyn remembered the time so long ago that she smiled that easily. Now, smiling was as rare as true love. She never smiled unless her brother was there to make her laugh, but since he was banished, Eowyn had not smiled for weeks on end.

"My name is Jasper, my lady." the boy replied. Eowyn nodded. Jasper. It was a good name. It was a name that seemed fit for a boy of nobility and honor, like Eomer's name. Jasper again moved to walk though the door.

"Jasper." Eowyn said. Jasper turned, but there was no sign of exasperation on the boy's face. Instead it was just a look of curiosity and intelligence mixed into one. It reminded Eowyn of a friend she had had long ago, before her parents were slaughtered by orcs. "How old are you?"

"I will be thirteen in four week's time, my lady." Jasper said proudly. "I will be able to train as a knight soon, and join the Riders." Eowyn swallowed. Jasper seemed so much like Eomer. It was painful to see Jasper's hopeful face, when she knew most ambitious boys ended up dying on the front lines.

"That's good to hear." Eowyn told him. "Might you be willing to do something special for me? You'd have to keep it secret." Jasper's eyes widened, gleaming with a new challenge. He nodded feverishly, and Eowyn almost smiled.

"I want you to pick the most beautiful flowers you can find and arrange them for me." Eowyn said. She saw Jasper's face fall slightly and she hurried to add more interest her request. "Once you do, I want you to make me a sword based upon the flowers."

"As you wish, my lady." Jasper said, his eyes bright. "I will do it. It might take me some time. It is very difficult to find flowers worthy of you." Eowyn blushed slightly under the boy's praise. He gave her a quick smile and stepped through the door, his steps purposeful. Eowyn sat down on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. Why had she just asked a boy she didn't know to make her a sword? What was she supposed to do with it?

Eowyn paced the floor, around and around in her room. She knew something odd was happening. Jasper had been three weeks since his promise to bring her the flowers and the sword, and Eowyn was beginning to wonder what had happened to him. She opened the door and strode through the door. She stopped at the kitchens, where they were preparing lunch for the king and herself.

"Lady Eowyn!" one of the maids said, setting down the dish she was drying. "What brings you down her at this time of day?" Eowyn was aware of the maid's eyes on her as she scanned the room for Jasper's bright, flame-red hair.

"I was looking for a boy." she said. She realized how weak her response sounded. There were many boys in Edoras. She wasn't even sure if Jasper was a maid's son, or if he was even from Edoras.

"Which boy?" the same maid asked.

"He has red hair and chocolate brown eyes. I asked him to do something for me, and he has not returned yet." Eowyn replied. One of the maids looked surprised and Eowyn clung to this observation.

"You mean my son?" the maid stammered. Eowyn nodded cautiously. The maid looked startled and she dried her hands on a cloth. "He went into the gardens and told me that he was looking for some beautiful flowers. After he did, then he disappeared somewhere in Edoras. I know he's a good boy and he'll come back eventually. He must be doing one of his projects again. What was it that you wanted?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." Eowyn said swiftly. "I just needed to speak to him. If he returns, send him to my rooms immediately." The maid nodded and Eowyn left the kitchens, face flushed.

A woman screamed, and men were shouting. Orcs were beginning to set fire to the cottages in the village. The horses were panicked, rearing up into the air. A man saddled his horse and boosted a young, blond haired boy into the saddle. He sat a girl behind the boy.

"Ride to Meduseld, as quickly as you can!" he said urgently. The boy clenched the reins in his fists.

"Aren't you coming with us, papa?" he asked, tears running down his face. The man shook his head.

"You must take care of your sister. Ride to Edoras and stay there until I come and fetch you, alright?" the boy nodded. The man kissed both of their hands and then slapped the horse into action. The little girl looked back just in time to see her father running back into the village, and she never saw him again.

Eowyn awoke, sweat beading across her face. She turned over and faced the window, a silver tear running down her cheek. She was so utterly alone.

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