Dreams of Green Stones
The Ranger, Aragorn. Accompanied by Elf and Dwarf, the strangest of companions.
But it is not the man's sword, nor his bearing, nor even his comrades that catch the horse lord's attention.
While the Eorlingas level their spears at the three travelers, Eomer's eyes are drawn to Aragorn's ring- a silver serpent biting its tail. But it is the eyes... they draw him. They are... he thinks... the green jewels called elf stones...
In his mind, the picture that begins as a tiny spark of emerald light grows and grows until it blocks out reality. The image is of Eomer himself, dressed richly as for a feast or festival. His best boots, the laces of gold. His softest doe skin breeches, a green velvet tunic trimmed in white over a cream shirt. His best riding cape.
He holds the amber eyed lady's hand. On her ring finger, he slides a delicately wrought ring of yellow gold, set with a green stone, a forest opal, and two black opals. On her index finger he slips a golden ring with a green stone etched with a white horse. He says to the crowd that has gathered all around them, the people of Rohan, "Behold, people of Rohan, your new Queen!"
The loudest of those cheering is the man called Aragorn, his Elf and Dwarf companions, Mithrandir, an older man with silver blond hair like an Elf's, and a young man with long, wild golden hair and violet eyes. In those eyes is impossible sadness, but he forces a smile to his lips and nods to Eomer before turning away.
Eomer knows then that Aragorn has something to do with the lady of the amber eyes, and that it is Aragorn who will one day bring her to him.
