DISCLAIMER: The names, places, things are Tolkien's. I think we can all figure out what is who's.

AN: Might be a bit AU, but not too out of the ordinary, hopefully. To make a long story short, just my interpretation of the E/L story.

Prologue

A single tear ran down her white cheek, falling to the ground then splattering on the cool wooden floor. Eowyn gently wiped away the evidence of the tear with her boot, as she tried her best to push back the rest of the tears. Meduseld was her home for most of her life and it was a challenge for her to leave it. Even harder was leaving the city of Edoras, and the plains and fields of gold that were Rohan. She did not wish to let it go, but she knew she must.

Sighing, she looked around once more, burning into her mind the images of the detail of the Golden Hall as she brushed her fingers over the pillars that laced the structure. 'This is ridiculous, I will return, it will not be my last time seeing this Hall' she thought to herself, but when she did return to this hall she would no longer be a woman of Rohan, but a lady of Ithilien. Making her way to the main entrance of Meduseld, she grabbed the handles of the large doors and pulled them open. She stepped outside and looked over the city, the wind blowing her hair wildly.

"I will miss you," she called out, to no one in particular. Few were around to hear her, maybe some servants inside were walking about, preparing what possessions she had left in the city and packing them for the journey to Gondor in the morning; there were also the guards that stood at the doors, but realizing that this was an intimate moment for the lady, they tried not to make much of a disturbance. It seemed none were really paying attention to her, save one.

"We will miss you as well," a voice, replied, half amused, half sympathetic. Startled, Eowyn turned to smile at her brother. His tall figure made its way to his sister, looking around the great hall then turning his gaze back to her as he stepped outside. "Is everything prepared for tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes I suppose so. It feels like this day has come all too soon. I am to be married in a few days. Can you believe it brother?" She chuckled lightly. It was as if she had to tell herself over and over again that she would be married, for it seemed like such an unlikely thing.

"No I suppose I couldn't. But only because it seemed so doubtful that you would find a man who could tolerate your stubborn mind. And Faramir is such a gentle man, I hate to see his life wasted away." Eowyn laughed and punched her brother in the shoulder, halting his own laughter for just a moment to place his arm around her. "I only joke. I am happy for you, very happy indeed. I am glad that Faramir loves you as much as he does. He will take care of you, as well as love you, and that is enough to put my worries to rest."

Eowyn pondered this for a moment, and remembered that it was Eomer who was by her side after they were orphaned, and now she would leave him as well. "Yes, take care of me. I am sorry brother that I am leaving you here with no one to take care of you. I only wish I could put my own worries about you to rest as well; you have a kingdom to share with no one." She looked up at her brother apologetically, hugging him lightly as she did so.

"Nonsense, do not worry about me. Do not fret so. Only concentrate on the life ahead of you, for it will be a most happy one. Our kin would be so proud of you Eowyn, as I am. My time for joy will come, but for now I am glad that your life has been set before mine. Truly you deserve the best." Eomer turned to his sister, gently pulling her forehead to his, as Theoden used to do with her, giving her a comforting smile before kissing her forehead and leading her back into the hall.

In the morning they would travel to Gondor, and by the end of the week Eowyn would be wed. But what Eomer did not know was what waited for him in Gondor, and just how much his life would change after one meeting...

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