Before I get random flames screaming "ÉOMER MARRIES LOTHIEREL!!" This was written for a specific person, and I don't give a flying whale what anyone she thinks! That out of the way...
I own neither Lord of the Rings nor any part of the song mentioned.
Dedicated to Ashley-chan! For being such a good friend, and for not killing me to keep me in MD... O.o;
Larien stood, gazing out over the rolling green plains. Her husband, King Éomer of Rohan, was away on business. Larien couldn't join him, however, for the very same reason she was glowing with happiness.
She sat contentedly on the windowsill, one hand resting on her already slightly bulging stomach, one hand holding a pewter goblet full of juice, awaiting news. She sat up a bit straighter when she saw something emerge over the hill, a rider bearing a Rohirric banner. She slid off the sill and set down the goblet, then rushed out to the stables, prepared to ride out to meet the man she knew was a messenger.
She was halted, however, by her dear friend Silmarwen.
"No. You're not riding out. Not in your condition!" Silmarwen ordered, pushing Larien back to her bedroom and into bed. "I'll ride myself."
"I WILL TOO RIDE!"
"The stress isn't good for the baby. Now lay down."
"I won't."
"Will too."
"Will not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
This continued for a while. In the mean time, the messenger had arrived and entered Meduseld. Silmarwen head the approaching footsteps first and shushed her friend. Just as Larien quieted, there came a knock on the door. Silmarwen pushed Larien back on the bed and opened the door, taking the parchment envelope. She nodded, blushing, to the attractive messenger, and closed the door, handing the envelope to the addressee.
Larien grinned at her husbands familiar handwriting and broke the wax seal. She pulled out the letter.
"Dearest Larien..." She read aloud with a smile. Silmarwen moved to look over her shoulder, but Larien twisted away. Silmarwen laughed and went to leave.
"I'll be back later, my lady." She said, bowing and rushing out the door. Coincidentally, in the same direction as the fair-haired messenger.
"Dearest Larien..." She whispered to herself. "I really miss you, darling. I worry about you all the time. Are you safe? Are you happy? I wish I was there... Rather, I am there. I'm the sunshine in your hair, your shadow on the ground, the whisper in the wind... and I know I'm in your prayers. We may be a thousand miles apart, but I'll be with you wherever you are, my love. Never forget that. With all the love in the world, Éomer..."
Larien trailed off with tears in her eyes. She smiled, re-folded the letter, and replaced it in the envelope. She kissed the parchment softly and tucked it under her pillow. She lay back and closed her eyes, falling into sweet dreams of her only love.
