"You mean I will be marrying a total stranger?" Morwyn cried. Éowyn swiftly enfolded the child in her arms, pressing the dark head to her heart.
"Shhh, min leof, there is no reason for tears. Momma will not allow any stranger to take you from me." She gently clasped the child's tear-stained face in her hands.
"Listen to me, Morwyn. It will be many years hence before you need think of matrimony, and when you do you will marry a man like your Ada—someone who understands you so completely that an exchange of words is not always necessary." She paused until the little girl slowly nodded.
"You will wed a man like your brother Boron who watches that you come to no harm and like your brother Rochon whose mission is to make you laugh in delight." The Lady then tickled her youngest child until she laughed in glee—all worries about strangers forgotten as her mother's golden tresses fell over her raven locks.
"No, dear girl, you will not marry a stranger. Only a man like your father and brothers will do for the treasure of our house and yea, her mother's mæst bletsung."
Morwyn sniffed one last time and threw her arms around Éowyn. "I love you, Momma," she whispered.
A/N
min leof- my beloved
mæst bletsung- great joy
(As taken from the webpage "Modern English to Old English Vocabulary")
This extra chapter was conceived in part through Darkover's insightful review. =)
- Nuingarien
