Author's Note: This is an AU fiction. You'll understand why once you read it. Aragorn/Eowyn and Aragorn/Arwen. Reviews, especially constructive criticism is most welcomed, but not flames. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of The Rings, nor the characters of Eowyn, Aragorn, Arwen and Faramir. I'm pretty sure I don't own the two little children in the story too. They all (maybe except the kids) belong to Professor Tolkien.
'Hush, my love. Mother is here.' Cradling her precious little girl in her arms, the lady crooned softly and soon the child fell asleep. Smiling fondly, she gently placed the little bundle swathed in silky pink cloth back into her cot. Smoothing back the child's golden hair, she closed her eyes, thanking the Valar for her children, her precious children who were the light in her life.
'Mother?' She turned her head to see a little boy at the age of 6 standing uncertainly at the doorway. 'Father promised to tell me a story today before I went to bed, but I have not seen him since dinner, and Uncle Faramir says that father is not to be disturbed.'
Eowyn hurried to scoop up her little boy, 'Oh Eothain, I'm afraid your father is,' she hesitated, searching for a way to explain so that the child would understand, 'rather preoccupied with affairs of state. Come, I will tell you a story and tuck you in.'
The child pouted, little mouth turned up and frowned, 'But he promised! Mother, have I been bad? Is that why father will not come? He is always busy. Is it because he doesn't love us?'
Eowyn's heart broke to see the child's beautiful grey eyes fill up with tears. She hugged him fiercely, 'Don't you ever say that my love, your father loves you and Morwen very much. And you have been so, so good.'
Taking Eothain's little hand in hers, she gently led him back to his room in silence, which were occasionally broken by Eothain's sniffles and valiant attempts to keep his tears in check. Reaching his room, Eowyn gently pushed the heavy wooden door open and picked Eothain up, his head buried in his mother's soft golden locks.
Hearing her son cry and thinking that his father didn't love him filled Eowyn's heart with sorrow, and as she tucked him into bed and settling down to tell him a story, she held back her own tears and vowed to herself that things would change.
'Once upon a time, there was a little prince who was good and kind, and he lived happily in a beautiful palace with his father and mother and sister who loved him very much..'