The return of the Rohirrim

The first rays of the golden sun broke out over the peeks of the White Mountains and lit up the courtyard of Edoras. A low rumble could be heard in the distance which woke up many of the women and children waiting for there loved ones to return from battle. As they looked out towards the horizon they could only see a cloud of dust, but then the full oval of the sun broke out from behind the Golden Hall and created almost a spotlight on the returning Rohirrim. Everyone was now gathering in the courtyard waiting for the gates to open. Whisper's started to spread about how few Rohirrim were returning and who was among the dead, and they were not all wrong.

As the Rohirrim grew ever closer to Edoras, sudden surges of energy spread through the ranks. Many rode past Éomer thanking him for guiding them through the battle. In return he just nodded his head; he did not know what to say. They were the ones who fought for the freedom of middle earth he just helped. Yes he did ride into battle but he was the king's nephew, he could not simply walk away. Yet another member of the party was not happy. Éowyn rode at the back of the army thinking of who she had left behind in Minas Tirith. Faramir haunted her thoughts non-stop. She could not find the heart to tell her brother she had fallen in love, but she could not work out why it was so hard for her to tell him. She thought of many different ways in which he may react to her when telling him, but all she could think about is how he would dislike it so much.

Éowyn was rudely awoken from her daydream by the sound of cheering as she rode through the main gate of Edoras.

"Where is the king" people inquired. "Where is King Théoden?"

Éowyn just rode past everyone towards the stables to put her horse away.

"Éowyn!" shouted Éomer. "Where are you going?"

"To the stables to put Fréaláf away" Éowyn replied to her older brother. "You are now the King of Rohan you go and talk to your people." A small smile of pride appeared on her face. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at her brother. Then she laughed to her self as the new king of Rohan clumsily got off his horse and stumbled as he fell got to the ground.

Éowyn turned her back on her brother and start to walk away leading Fréaláf. Éomer lunged for his sister's arm but Éowyn's reactions were too quick and pulled her brother to the floor.

"Leave me alone" she snarled at Éomer in a more aggressive tone then she had meant.

She stopped then fell to her knees. Éowyn began to sob into her hands.

"Forgive me; I do not know what came over me!"

Éomer bent down towards his sister and put his arm around her.

"What is wrong, dear sister? You have not been the same since we left Minas Tirith. Is it the death of our uncle? Because we are all mourning him, and we will be for some time."

"No it is not that. Lord Théoden told me something before the battle and I now understand him."

"Oh!" A surprised Éomer replied "And what was that?" he questioned.

"It does not matter, I'm happy now." She looked at him.

"What?" Éomer asked.

Éowyn just stared at him. She was telling her self to tell him, now is your chance you are alone. He must know, he has to find out about Faramir. The guilt was eating her up from the inside. Éowyn began to feel sick. She could feel it rising in her.

"Éomer, I need to tell you something"

"What is my dear sister" he answered back.

"When I was in Minas Tirith-"

She was interrupted by the guards from the gate.

"Excuse me, Lady Éowyn there is some one here to talk to you!"