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Passing
Shining in the sun, Meuseled stood strong and proud, as it always had since the days of his forefathers. Deep down in his bones, he knew that this day was to be his last upon middle earth. Eomer struggled to sit up in the tiny bed he had took as his own, since Lothiriel's passing. Their shared chambers still caused him to much sorrow, without her presence to hold him in the night. To comfort and care for him.
Elfwine stood at the door, holding Eomer's fourth grandchild, a little boy they had yet to name.
"Father..." Elfwine called gently, walking towards him cuddling the child close to his body, wrapped soundly in an old knitted shawl. The shawl looked suspiciously like one Lothiriel had laboured over for a certain little boy,who had grown up, all to quickly. "We've decided n a name for this little fellow. Brunhilde and I wish to call him Merry. If you don't mind, of course." Eomer smiled sadly, reaching out to hold the baby. Merry had passed on five years ago today.
"He would be so honoured." Deep blue eyes stared back at him, and the king sighed heavily. "It's a shame that you'll never remember me little Merry. But I'll always be with you and all of my loved ones. You must only look into your heart."
It was then that king Eomer the first of Rohan, took his final breath and departed the circles of this world t be reunited with his beloved Lothiriel in the halls of his fathers.