It was a lovely day in Ithilien. The birds were singing, the trees were singing, the river was trickling while singing at the same time. "That's the last of it," muttered Eowyn. Eowyn looked out across the brightly lit veil. The sun shone valiantly through the window of the beautifully built house that Faramir had built for them after they had left Gondor. Eowyn had protested about this in the beginning, but had soon grown to love the woods of Ithilien. At last Eowyn had finished cleaning their house. She removed a strewn dress that was sitting on the floor. Her legs faltered when she walked to hang it up. She walked up the long staircase up into a room where a small closet sat. She put the dress on the hanger and threw it into the closet. Eowyn had been tired lately. After her 1st child had turned 13 all heck had broken out. Farowny was a lovely girl with long blonde hair that sparkled in the afternoon sun. Her eyes were a clear blue that shown like the little river outside their house. Obviously Farowyn was the daughter of Eowyn. Eowyn fell onto a couch in their main room. Faramir had gone out that day and would not return till dusk. She had been making a dress for Farowyn's coming out party that was to be held that weekend. Faramir of course had nothing to do with this. He spent most of his time in Gondor. Eowyn pulled out the nearly finished dress. It was a shade of white that glittered in the sun. Eowyn pulled out her sewing kit and knit on a few more parts to the dress. Suddenly a large blast was heard from upstairs. Eyamir, her son had tried another one of his scientific experiments in their attic again. Eowyn put down her sewing and flew up the stairs, the rim of her dress flying in her furry. "Eyamir!" she called angrily. "What?" he called back frightened at his mothers furry. "What have you done this time?!" she shouted in anger back. "Nothing," replied Eyamir innocently. Eowyn thrust open the door to the attic and found her son standing in the center of a pile of rubble of what used to be old things that belonged to her family and Faramir's family. "What have you done?!" she shrieked in terror. "I'm sorry, I was just.well I don't know," Eyamir replied frightened. "That's not an excuse! Your sisters coming out party is in a fortnight and you just blew up all our possessions and rooming for guests!" Eowyn yelled. Eowyn broke down on the floor and started to cry. She picked up a sword that had been singed by the explosion. For a long while all memory of the third age had passed out of her mind. The death of her uncle swerved back into her mind. She remembered Aragorn and Eomer. The thought of Aragorn singed her thoughts with blackness and anger. Eowyn gave the sword a rough look and swept it away with her down the stairs. Eyamir sat in his room. He stared at the wall waiting for his mother to return. After the incident with the attic he was in no mood to deal with his father, who would soon be home. That's why his mother was taking so long. He pondered on the thought of what his father would do to him. Memories of previous explosions raced through his mind. He shivered at the thought and brought his knees up to his chest. Just then he heard something outside. He looked out the window. The sun was setting and a small wind had picked up. He looked out and saw a figure approaching the house. The person seemed slightly bent and weary. He wondered if he should tell anyone. The thought quickly vanished like a whiff of cloud. No one would believe him anyway. He turned back to his post at the wall, and that was all he saw until morning.
The Stranger Eyamir sat up in bed. His head was dizzy. Someone was sitting next to him. Slowly the figure came into focus. He saw a man looking back at him. The man had a short stub of beard and was clad in mail. He looked like a man that was a warrior that had not claimed his place yet. He looked like a ranger to Eyamir. The man grabbed a towel off of a table near the bed and dabbed Eyamir's head with it. "What happened?" asked Eyamir wearily. "Nothing that you should concern yourself with," replied the man roughly. "Who are you?" Eyamir asked darkly in reply. "That is also a question I cannot answer yet," the man replied sternly. "Well that explains a lot," grumbled Eyamir. "Get used to it," the man replied with a frown. "There isn't a lot to know about me," he said again. Eyamir looked around the room to find he was in an elegantly designed room. It was well furnished and had many beautiful trinkets on the shelves that encircled the room. "Can't you tell me anything of use?" asked Eyamir. "Yes," the man replied quickly. "You are in the city of Minas Tirith in the Citadel." "That explains the elegant part, but who are you? You look naught but a mere ranger," asked Eyamir who was now less angry. "I am a ranger. At least I was a ranger," the man replied. "Then you must be.Aragorn!" he said in surprise. "Yes," he replied sadly. "I am." "Why did you kidnap me?" asked Eyamir. "Because I need your help," replied Aragorn with a sad look on his face. "Why me?" inquired Eyamir who was now feeling quite sorry for Aragorn. "You can invent things, right?" asked Aragorn. "Sure," replied Eyamir. "Then you must invent me something," said Aragorn hurriedly. "What?" asked Eyamir. "You shall see soon enough," Aragorn replied roughly. "You could have just told my parents that you were gonna need me," said Eyamir dully. "Oh, I knew that," said Aragorn with shame. "Anyways, are you swift on hooves?" Aragorn asked. "Uh.I don't really know. I don't ride much," Eyamir replied. "Besides even if I could I have to go to my sisters coming out party in a fortnight." "Dude.that sucks bad!" exclaimed Aragorn. "Dude improper screws with me foo," replied Eyamir. "Sorry I shouldn't use such terms around you," Aragorn replied in shame. "Where did you learn such language?" asked Eyamir. "If you ride with me I will explain everything," replied Aragorn with a twinkle in his eye. Eyamir went with Aragorn and the whole time Aragorn told him the beautiful stories of the outside world and his many adventures to it. Eyamir was so into it that he didn't even notice that they had stopped outside a little house.
Search and trial Eowyn flew up the stairs with Faramir panting behind her. She had almost sprinted up to Eyamir's room in fear that the man had taken him. Farowyn hadn't even been touched. She thrust open to find to her horror an empty room with naught but an open window. She fell to the ground. Faramir held her in his arms trying to comfort her. "What do we do?" she asked through sobs. "I don't know," replied Faramir. Just at that pathetic moment Farowyn happened to be walking by to see her parents like totally making out. She stepped backwards while almost falling down the stairs. She was mortified to find that her brother was missing. Farowyn had never wielded a sword but she was willing to do anything to save her brother. She picked up her mother's old sword that had seen battle in the third age. She stuck this in a sheath and grabbed a few provisions and assorted weapons. "This will do," smiled Farowyn.