"We're home, Uncle Theo!" Eowyn yelled as she barged in the house.
"Not so loud Eowyn, the whole street would hear you if you keep on yelling like that." Eomer gave his sister a sharp slap on the shoulder with his good arm.
"Well, I'll have a look at Uncle Theo. You just go shower down or something, you stink... Oh yeah, I'll get you a cast later."
Eowyn went upstairs and knocked on her uncle's door softly.
"Uncle Theo? Can I come in for a moment?"
No sound came from the room. Eowyn knew instantly something was wrong, and burst in without a second thought.
She screamed.
"Eomer! Get someone! He's fainted!"
Eowyn searched the room for clues on why her uncle was unconscious, and she saw it: a glass with a half-melted pill at the bottom.
"Holy-" Eomer came through round the corner.
"Drugged..." Eowyn looked at her brother, face white with fear.
"Stay here, I'll get Hama and Gamling." Eomer turned and left.
Flashback:10-year-old Eowyn sat in a tree while thinking of the sword dance pattern Eomer had taught her earlier in the day. She was possibly the closest to her brother of all people.
She heard someone calling her name.
"Eowyn, get down here!"
She looked down and saw her uncle.
Her face split into a wide grin and she leapt from the branch, landing in Theoden's arms.
Theoden held her close. The siblings' parents had perished years ago, so he took the children as his own.
Eomer joined his uncle with his sister and sat on the lush green grass.
"I'll be out for a conference tonight, Hama and Gamling will be watching you two."
Both brother and sister groaned at the same time. They loved their uncle dearly as a father, and never wanted him to leave.
"I'll be back as soon as possible, so don't get yourselves in a mess." Theoden continued...
"Eowyn? Eowyn!" Eomer shook his sister as he knelt by her side with Hama and Gamling, his arm in a cast.
Gamling turned to Eomer and Eowyn. "We're driving him to the hospital, just stay here and well... Don't get into trouble..." He finished hesitantly.
