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I am not an expert with the languages , terminologies, and so on of the LOTR. I wrote this because I am just in love with Faramir. Lol

I tried to make this funny, I just want to elaborate Eomer and Eowyn's relationship.

To Sarahbarr17, I hope this is long enough for you. Thank you for your kind review. I am currently writing two fanfics at the same time and I am just having hard time to put into words the stories from my head. Anyways hope you enjoy this one.

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Riel-mir


Chapter 2 The Arrival

During the course of their trip our White Lady of Rohan, Eowyn wore only her riding clothes. Eomer didn't mind however, he wanted his sister to change to a nicer dress fit for the White Lady of Rohan upon entering Gondor.

Before leaving camp, Eowyn of course, has to speak her mind, "Brother, I do not see the need for wearing such fancy clothing?"

Eomer holds his sister by the shoulder looking intently to her and said, "Sister, please I know how you hate to dress up, but do remember that you, Eowyn my dear lovely and strong will sister, represents all women of Rohan, our Uncle and King Theodred, and Rohan itself. Do you understand?"

"Hmmp", Eowyn frowned. Eowyn knew that her brother is right. So she did so according to his brother's wishes or more like a command. Eowyn wore her beautiful white dress fit for the White Lady of Rohan.

Later, she said mockingly, "Very well then, but do not blame me if my beauty as you says will capture a Gondorian man and will ask for my hand."

Eomer flashed back at her, grabbed her by the shoulder and said, "No man of Gondor, nor any country, nor city will take you as his wife! Only a man from Rohan will, a man from our own race! Do you understand?"

Eowyn was caught by surprise. She didn't mean to anger him and she also didn't understand the reason.

"And why not?" Eowyn flashed back at him.

Eomer said as he hugged his sister, "For you're the only one I have left, Eowyn. I promised our mother that I will protect and take care of you. How can I do such things if you do not live beside me in Rohan? If you leave I will be alone."

Eowyn hugged him back. "I promise I will not." Eowyn smiled and kiss his brother's brow.

At last, the day had come when the two arrived at Gondor. At such time, there were no war therefore Eowyn and Eomer didn't need any escorts. For both were experts with swords and able to defend themselves if need be.

From the tower, the guards were astonished upon the beauty of the Lady. The brightness of the sun enhances her pale white skin and her golden hair. As they came to the gate the soldier asked, "Stop there, milord and milady, what business you have here in Gondor?"

Eomer spoke and introduced themselves, "I Eomer, son Eomund, nephew to the King Theoden of Rohan, and Marshall of the Mark. This is Lady Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, White Lady of Rohan, niece to the King Theoden of Rohan. My sister and I were sent here as ambassadors upon the orders of King Theoden of Rohan to bring comfort and support to Denathor, the Steward of Gondor."

"Very well then", said the guards and opened the heavy, thick, ancient gate of Minas Tirith.

Two guards escorted Eomer and Eowyn all the way to the Citadel which was at the seventh floor. Eomer and Eowyn were not use of such heights. For Rohan is a vast, plain land with only few hills.

As they pasess through, riding their horses, people were looking at them. You might see some whispering at each other, some merely staring with their mouth open, and some even gave them flowers.

Eomer was getting irritated for most of the men and soldiers were staring at his sister. He thought Eowyn captivates their attention, which made a chuckle, then frowned as he thought about losing her sister to a man of Gondor. Ha.. I should not think that way, for I will never allow it. Eomer grew weary.

"Brother, what is the matter?" Eowyn asked curiously.

"Ha? What oh, nothing, I am just not use with the heights."

Eowyn laughed, "You too?" Both look at each other and smile.

"Eomer, do you noticed the men are staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Aye, your beautiful face, your outstanding grace, just like our beloved mother, Eomer thought.

Just then Eomer said with a grin on his face, "Aye, you have dirt on your left cheek."

"What? Really? I must clean it." Eowyn tried to wipe her face discreetly with her sleeves, as if she was wiping sweats from her brow.

One of the guards who were riding with them caught her attention. "Milady, is there something that ails you? Are you feeling lightheaded?"

"Nay, sir I am only trying to remove the dirt on my face.", explained Eowyn shyly.

The guard stared at her, studied her face with confusion and said, "I do not see such a thing, for your face is perfect, milady."

Eowyn froze and turned her attention at her brother and scolded him, "You little rascal."

Eomer laughed and almost fell from his horse.

Eowyn thought that she needs to get back at him so she said, "See, I told you I should have worn my riding clothes, no you wanted me to look like a lady. Now they are all admiring at me. Who knows a man of Gondor might capture my heart."

Eomer let out a big sigh as he bowed and shook his head. He couldn't believe what he heard. It pains him and the truth is he knows that the Steward has two sons and one of them might… He sighed again this time looking at Eowyn intently.

Eowyn was smiling for she knows that she won. But when she saw his brother's sad countenance, she stopped smiling. She gave Eomer a looked indicating she was sorry for making him worry.

"You, promised me, remember?" Eomer spoke in a low voice so that the two guards riding beside them couldn't hear.

Eowyn bowed her head, close her eyes and just nodded. It was a solemn ride until their reached the Citadel.