A/N: I finally got this up, after a long time of thinking. Still don't own
anybody except my original characters. By the way, forgive the flashbacks
and my shyness about this chapter---I'm writing from a more innocent view
here! Have fun! Don't forget to review!
Children of Ithilien
It was a pleasantly cool day early in May of 1421 when Tonigil and Elaniwel took the golden opportunity to take me on a short expedition to our old haunts, which weren't too far off. Well, after some pleading and discussion and bargaining with Faramir and Éowyn (who was due to give birth any day), I finally left Emyn Arnen very early in the morning (though Elaniwel had to half-drag me out of the house though I was semi-conscious).
"Hey, do you remember how things were before those orcs came and destroyed everything?" I asked Tonigil when we reached the ruins of the village where the three of us had grown up. It was around noon, and this was our last stop. The place was a burnt wreck, just as I'd expected it to be. When I fled, I never looked back. But now, I had to.
"I left the countryside a year before you did, Nil" Tonigil said to me. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked me.
"Just remembered.why I wasn't there when those brutes came, all those years ago when I was seventeen. I began
"There isn't anything you can do Nil. If you were back at the cottage that afternoon, probably Lord Faramir would be at a loss when it comes to having a *reliable *guide in Ithilien" Elaniwel said.
"And if you and Tonigil had stayed, probably they would be two healers short in Minas Tirith" I said, a lot less sarcastically than my friend has said her piece.
"We can't hide the past. We may spend time in Minas Tirith, but we were born and raised here, in the land named after the Moon" Tonigil said. For a brainless orc-in-disguise (as I used to call him), he can be pretty wise.
"Speaking about being born, how are things in Emyn Arnen?" Elaniwel asked me.
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"I can't take this anymore! Must I be so ill?" I heard Éowyn moan from inside her bedroom as I walked through the hallway. She'd been unable to keep any of her breakfast down for the nth time in the past few weeks. It was already November, her brother and her sister-in-law had already returned to Rohan.
"My love, if Ioreth is right, it's perfectly normal. Things will get better soon, she said" Faramir said to her reassuringly.
"How long must it take?" Éowyn asked despairingly
"I don't know" Faramir sighed.
"It doesn't seem normal to be this ill," Éowyn said.
I knew what she was alluding to. I'd pretty much forgotten to mention that in September, Queen Arwen bore a son named Eldarion. King Elessar had announced the news of the Queen's pregnancy on New Year's day and the new heir to the throne was born early in September. I really forgot to mention this in my previous diary entries. (which are mostly occupied with the affairs of South and North Ithilien)Anyhow, I knew that Arwen had a seemingly easy time when she was with child. But then, maybe because she's an elf. I'll never really know.
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"Better than a few months ago" I smiled after remembering the events of the past year. Those were tough time, but soon, Éowyn was complaining less about getting sick, and talking more about the possibilities for the future.
"Speaking about Emyn Arnen." Tongil began.
"By Illuvatar! I promised I'd be back for lunch!" I exclaimed as I impulsively seized his hand. I blushed when I realized what I'd just done. Honestly, I thought he was cute, when he wasn't embarrassing the ale out of me.
"Well, let's get going" Elaniwel said as she got on her horse.
"Why did we have to take horses? I hate riding!" I said.
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"Everybody's talking about babies. It was bad enough when Prince Eldarion was born, and it's going to get worse" I heard Bergil say that cold January day as we sat in the house. Outside on the porch, King Elessar and Queen Arwen who'd just come from the City, along with their little son, were talking to Faramir and Éowyn. Due to the cold weather, everybody, even little Eldarion, was bundled up. The King and Queen were clad in thick cloaks, and Eldarion was wrapped in some blankets in addition to his clothing. Faramir was also wearing a heavy cloak, and Éowyn was wearing a deep blue mantle, the same one she'd worn in the Houses of Healing.
"You're just jealous" I teased. Bergil stuck his tongue out at me.
"So how are you Éowyn?" I heard Arwen ask.
"I'm feeling fine, thank you" Éowyn replied as she stroked Eldarion's cheek. Indeed, the little prince of Gondor was a chip off the old block; he looked so much like his father. But then, his eyes and ears were more like his mother's.
"Where are my manners? Please, do come in the house" Faramir said all of a sudden.
"Have you two thought of a name for your son yet?" Aragorn asked.
"Estel, it might be a girl" Arwen reminded her husband.
"We haven't any ideas It's still a long time off" Faramir said.
"My father and brothers pestered me with many suggestions about names" Arwen reminisced as she allowed Eldarion to play with her long dark locks.
"Time passes quickly" Éowyn reminded Faramir as they all went into the house.
"See, more about babies!' Bergil exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. We children of Ithilien never worried too much about these things anyway.
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"I've worked in the Houses of Healing for the longest time. I should be the one to attend" I argued with Elaniwel after we arrived at Emyn Arnen.
When we arrived at the house, Ioreth was there, much to our surprise and shock. We knew what that meant; the baby was coming.
"You said yourself that the last time you and Ioreth assisted at a delivery, you were a disaster. I'd rather that I do it" Elaniwel countered. We'd been arguing over this for the past thirty minutes.
"That was only because I slipped on a few area rugs" I hissed.
"Girls!" Ioreth scolded us sharply from inside a room where she and Éowyn were.
"Why don't you two have a short competition?" Tonigil suggested.
"I don't think that's very wise at the moment" Faramir said as he came upon the three of us.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Éowyn?" I asked him in surprise.
"Ioreth won't let me in there. She said that I might not be able to handle it" Faramir said in frustration, which was perfectly understandable.
"I think she's alluding to the last time she had to be a midwife. The baby's father passed out while his child was being born," I said.
"Maybe you two should draw sticks or something. Shortest stick loses" Tonigil piped up.
We agreed, and guess who got the shorter stick.
Anyway, I found myself waiting outside the room with Faramir and Bergil. Tonigil had been sent back to the Houses of Healing.
"I hope Éowyn's doing all right," I finally said, breaking the silence that had reigned for three hours. Surprisingly, I was able to stand the silence.
"I don't think she'll scream, if her tolerance for pain is as high as I think it is" Faramir noted as he looked towards the door anxiously.
"I'm bored!" Bergil cried.
"You should've gone with Tonigil then," Faramir said.
"And then, Mister Tonigil would bring me to the Citadel, and I would have to deal with Prince Eldarion's crying" Bergil said resentfully.
"Hey, why do you call Tonigil "Mister"? He's only my age!" I said.
"Well, he's a visitor!" Bergil said.
"Maybe you should go out and play" Faramir suggested. Suddenly, a rain shower started outside. Bergil looked crestfallen.
"You were saying?" I laughed.
"Lord Faramir!" Ioreth whispered as she opened the door behind us.
"What is it? How's my wife?" Faramir asked in surprise.
"Lady Éowyn wants to speak with you. Besides, I have a suspicion that she is carrying twins" Ioreth informed him.
Faramir's eyes widened in wonder. None of us had seriously thought of that possibility. Bergil's jaw dropped when he heard this.
"She's doing fine, but your children haven't come yet. But personally, my lord, I don't think you should go in" Ioreth said.
"If she wants me to be by her side, then I don't think you should go against her wishes" Faramir said.
Ioreth shrugged as she and Faramir entered the room. Now I realized I was stuck with Bergil for company. I sighed as I sat on the floor.
"Let's hope that they're going to be identical boys," Bergil said as he plopped down beside me.
"Hey, I want the twins to be girls" I shot back.
This sort of argument went on for half an hour, peppered with points concerning the Battle of the Pelennor, the number of male Stewards since the time of Mardil, and other historical matters.
"Fine then. Let's have a bet. Whoever's wrong will be the one to clean the stables for the next week" Bergil said. We both helped clean the stables at different times, and this was one of our least favorite chores.
"Deal" I agreed.
Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced the air. The rain was pouring loudly now, but the child cried loud and strong. Bergil and I stopped arguing and we got off the floor
Then, a short while after the first twin had seemed to calm down, another baby's cry rang through the hall.
:"I want to go in and see" Bergil said excitedly, and I had to restrain him.
"So, what have you two been up to?" Beregond said as he came up the stairs, all dripping wet.
"Nothing, father" Bergil said innocently.
"Is it a prince or princess?" Beregond asked me.
"We'll get the news in a while" I said calmly. After some time, Ioreth opened the door and looked at us.
"Are they boys or girls?" Bergil chirped.
"The older one's a handsome boy, and the second is a lovely little girl. How's that for another lost bet, Niliwen?" Ioreth said as she closed the door behind her and went down the stairs. She'd obviously heard everything Bergil and I argued about.
"I guess nobody wins" I heard Bergil whisper/
"Your son and I were arguing over whether the children would be boys or girls" I informed Beregond.
"So Lord Faramir and Lady Éowyn have two, instead of just one child. That's more than they were hoping for" Beregond said.
"Can we see them now, father?" Bergil persisted.
"We'll come in when it's time," Beregond said.
"Let him in, Beregond. You and Niliwen can come in too" Éowyn said from inside the room.
When we came in, Éowyn was half-sitting up in bed, cradling her children in her arms. Faramir was sitting beside her, and he looked up as we came in.
"Can I see them?" Bergil asked.
"Ssshhh! They might be sleeping!" I warned.
Éowyn smiled radiantly. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her. And for the first time in ages, I think I really missed having my folks around.
"They're not" Faramir said as he looked at his children.
"So which is which?" Beregond asked.
"The dark-haired one is a girl, and the golden-headed one is the boy" Elaniwel said.
"But they both have gray eyes" I observed. "What are you naming them?" I asked.
"How about Boromir for the boy and Finduilas for the girl?" Elaniwel suggested.
"Or why don't we just give them Rohirric names?" I said.
"I don't relish the idea of naming kids after dead people" Bergil said.
"But people have been doing that for ages" Beregond said.
"Why don't we name your son after your brother, or if not, your daughter after your sister-in-law?" Elaniwel said to Éowyn.
"I don't think either Éomer or Lothíriel would find that a good thing in about several years when these kids are old enough to visit Rohan" Faramir said.
"Well, why not give Hobbit names?" Bergil said.
"It might get confusing when the history books are written" I said.
"How about Elboron for our son?" Éowyn said thoughtfully to Faramir after thinking quietly to herself
"That's a good name," Faramir agreed.
"I still think you should name him Boromir" Elaniwel said.
"You're only saying that because you had a crush on the late Boromir when you were twelve" I teased.
"Did not!" Elaniwel retorted in shock.
"Hey, cool it you two before Elboron and his sister start crying" Beregond reminded us sternly
"That's one name over with. Now what are we going to name the younger princess of Ithilien?" Bergil asked. He was quickly starting to become friendly towards the babies.
"What do you think of the name Eäriel?" Faramir asked Éowyn, who was trying to calm down Elboron (well, it seemed as if that was going to be his name).
"For our daughter? It sounds lovely," Éowyn said.
:"Are you really going to call them Elboron and Eäriel?" Bergil asked.
"Why not?" Faramir said.
"Well, I guess it's settled then" I smiled. "Shall I go to Minas Tirith and send word to the King?" I asked.
"This time, you have our permission to tell. Invite them over to dinner too, if they want to come" Éowyn said.
"Well, it's been a tiring day. I'll go with you Niliwen" Elaniwel said.
Fifteen minutes later, after we'd all taken some refreshments, we walked down to the City with the good news. And of all people we should meet, we met Queen Arwen and Prince Eldarion first. I met them outside the Houses of Healing after dropping Elaniwel off.
"Good afternoon, your majesty" I said to Queen Arwen. It was growing dark fast.
"Good afternoon too. What brings you here to the City at this hour?" Arwen said politely.
"Glad tidings, your majesty" I said cheerily.
"About Ithilien? Has Lady Éowyn given birth yet?" Arwen asked as she tried to keep the pendant of her necklace away from Eldarion's hands.
"Yes, to two children. The heir to the Stewardship name is Elboron, and his sister's name is Eäriel. They're both doing fine, and so is their mother" I said breathlessly.
"Take a breath Niliwen. Has Lord Faramir sent word to Rohan yet?" Arwen asked.
"I was going to send word through an errand runner," I said, holding up a letter that Faramir had written before we left.
"What word?" King Elessar asked as he arrived on the scene.
Arwen and I repeated the news, and Aragorn smiled.
"I think it would be best if you told the errand runner the news too. Sometimes, King Éomer forgets to read his letters" Aragorn said.
"I know. Anyhow, the Lord and Lady of Ithilien are inviting your majesty and your family to join us for dinner" I continued.
Aragorn thought a while. "We'll come. Go on ahead of us Niliwen, and tell them we're coming. Send our congratulations too" he said.
A/N: Wow! It's over! Anyway, thanks to star queen for suggesting a name for Éowyn's daughter. I heard somewhere that Faramir and Éowyn had a son named Elboron . It's a slight AU here, so I'm fiddling a bit with canon. Who knows anyway if Elboron had a twin? I don't think this chapter was nice though, but I swear, as the twins grow, we're going to have some laughs. Please review!
Children of Ithilien
It was a pleasantly cool day early in May of 1421 when Tonigil and Elaniwel took the golden opportunity to take me on a short expedition to our old haunts, which weren't too far off. Well, after some pleading and discussion and bargaining with Faramir and Éowyn (who was due to give birth any day), I finally left Emyn Arnen very early in the morning (though Elaniwel had to half-drag me out of the house though I was semi-conscious).
"Hey, do you remember how things were before those orcs came and destroyed everything?" I asked Tonigil when we reached the ruins of the village where the three of us had grown up. It was around noon, and this was our last stop. The place was a burnt wreck, just as I'd expected it to be. When I fled, I never looked back. But now, I had to.
"I left the countryside a year before you did, Nil" Tonigil said to me. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked me.
"Just remembered.why I wasn't there when those brutes came, all those years ago when I was seventeen. I began
"There isn't anything you can do Nil. If you were back at the cottage that afternoon, probably Lord Faramir would be at a loss when it comes to having a *reliable *guide in Ithilien" Elaniwel said.
"And if you and Tonigil had stayed, probably they would be two healers short in Minas Tirith" I said, a lot less sarcastically than my friend has said her piece.
"We can't hide the past. We may spend time in Minas Tirith, but we were born and raised here, in the land named after the Moon" Tonigil said. For a brainless orc-in-disguise (as I used to call him), he can be pretty wise.
"Speaking about being born, how are things in Emyn Arnen?" Elaniwel asked me.
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"I can't take this anymore! Must I be so ill?" I heard Éowyn moan from inside her bedroom as I walked through the hallway. She'd been unable to keep any of her breakfast down for the nth time in the past few weeks. It was already November, her brother and her sister-in-law had already returned to Rohan.
"My love, if Ioreth is right, it's perfectly normal. Things will get better soon, she said" Faramir said to her reassuringly.
"How long must it take?" Éowyn asked despairingly
"I don't know" Faramir sighed.
"It doesn't seem normal to be this ill," Éowyn said.
I knew what she was alluding to. I'd pretty much forgotten to mention that in September, Queen Arwen bore a son named Eldarion. King Elessar had announced the news of the Queen's pregnancy on New Year's day and the new heir to the throne was born early in September. I really forgot to mention this in my previous diary entries. (which are mostly occupied with the affairs of South and North Ithilien)Anyhow, I knew that Arwen had a seemingly easy time when she was with child. But then, maybe because she's an elf. I'll never really know.
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"Better than a few months ago" I smiled after remembering the events of the past year. Those were tough time, but soon, Éowyn was complaining less about getting sick, and talking more about the possibilities for the future.
"Speaking about Emyn Arnen." Tongil began.
"By Illuvatar! I promised I'd be back for lunch!" I exclaimed as I impulsively seized his hand. I blushed when I realized what I'd just done. Honestly, I thought he was cute, when he wasn't embarrassing the ale out of me.
"Well, let's get going" Elaniwel said as she got on her horse.
"Why did we have to take horses? I hate riding!" I said.
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"Everybody's talking about babies. It was bad enough when Prince Eldarion was born, and it's going to get worse" I heard Bergil say that cold January day as we sat in the house. Outside on the porch, King Elessar and Queen Arwen who'd just come from the City, along with their little son, were talking to Faramir and Éowyn. Due to the cold weather, everybody, even little Eldarion, was bundled up. The King and Queen were clad in thick cloaks, and Eldarion was wrapped in some blankets in addition to his clothing. Faramir was also wearing a heavy cloak, and Éowyn was wearing a deep blue mantle, the same one she'd worn in the Houses of Healing.
"You're just jealous" I teased. Bergil stuck his tongue out at me.
"So how are you Éowyn?" I heard Arwen ask.
"I'm feeling fine, thank you" Éowyn replied as she stroked Eldarion's cheek. Indeed, the little prince of Gondor was a chip off the old block; he looked so much like his father. But then, his eyes and ears were more like his mother's.
"Where are my manners? Please, do come in the house" Faramir said all of a sudden.
"Have you two thought of a name for your son yet?" Aragorn asked.
"Estel, it might be a girl" Arwen reminded her husband.
"We haven't any ideas It's still a long time off" Faramir said.
"My father and brothers pestered me with many suggestions about names" Arwen reminisced as she allowed Eldarion to play with her long dark locks.
"Time passes quickly" Éowyn reminded Faramir as they all went into the house.
"See, more about babies!' Bergil exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. We children of Ithilien never worried too much about these things anyway.
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"I've worked in the Houses of Healing for the longest time. I should be the one to attend" I argued with Elaniwel after we arrived at Emyn Arnen.
When we arrived at the house, Ioreth was there, much to our surprise and shock. We knew what that meant; the baby was coming.
"You said yourself that the last time you and Ioreth assisted at a delivery, you were a disaster. I'd rather that I do it" Elaniwel countered. We'd been arguing over this for the past thirty minutes.
"That was only because I slipped on a few area rugs" I hissed.
"Girls!" Ioreth scolded us sharply from inside a room where she and Éowyn were.
"Why don't you two have a short competition?" Tonigil suggested.
"I don't think that's very wise at the moment" Faramir said as he came upon the three of us.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Éowyn?" I asked him in surprise.
"Ioreth won't let me in there. She said that I might not be able to handle it" Faramir said in frustration, which was perfectly understandable.
"I think she's alluding to the last time she had to be a midwife. The baby's father passed out while his child was being born," I said.
"Maybe you two should draw sticks or something. Shortest stick loses" Tonigil piped up.
We agreed, and guess who got the shorter stick.
Anyway, I found myself waiting outside the room with Faramir and Bergil. Tonigil had been sent back to the Houses of Healing.
"I hope Éowyn's doing all right," I finally said, breaking the silence that had reigned for three hours. Surprisingly, I was able to stand the silence.
"I don't think she'll scream, if her tolerance for pain is as high as I think it is" Faramir noted as he looked towards the door anxiously.
"I'm bored!" Bergil cried.
"You should've gone with Tonigil then," Faramir said.
"And then, Mister Tonigil would bring me to the Citadel, and I would have to deal with Prince Eldarion's crying" Bergil said resentfully.
"Hey, why do you call Tonigil "Mister"? He's only my age!" I said.
"Well, he's a visitor!" Bergil said.
"Maybe you should go out and play" Faramir suggested. Suddenly, a rain shower started outside. Bergil looked crestfallen.
"You were saying?" I laughed.
"Lord Faramir!" Ioreth whispered as she opened the door behind us.
"What is it? How's my wife?" Faramir asked in surprise.
"Lady Éowyn wants to speak with you. Besides, I have a suspicion that she is carrying twins" Ioreth informed him.
Faramir's eyes widened in wonder. None of us had seriously thought of that possibility. Bergil's jaw dropped when he heard this.
"She's doing fine, but your children haven't come yet. But personally, my lord, I don't think you should go in" Ioreth said.
"If she wants me to be by her side, then I don't think you should go against her wishes" Faramir said.
Ioreth shrugged as she and Faramir entered the room. Now I realized I was stuck with Bergil for company. I sighed as I sat on the floor.
"Let's hope that they're going to be identical boys," Bergil said as he plopped down beside me.
"Hey, I want the twins to be girls" I shot back.
This sort of argument went on for half an hour, peppered with points concerning the Battle of the Pelennor, the number of male Stewards since the time of Mardil, and other historical matters.
"Fine then. Let's have a bet. Whoever's wrong will be the one to clean the stables for the next week" Bergil said. We both helped clean the stables at different times, and this was one of our least favorite chores.
"Deal" I agreed.
Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced the air. The rain was pouring loudly now, but the child cried loud and strong. Bergil and I stopped arguing and we got off the floor
Then, a short while after the first twin had seemed to calm down, another baby's cry rang through the hall.
:"I want to go in and see" Bergil said excitedly, and I had to restrain him.
"So, what have you two been up to?" Beregond said as he came up the stairs, all dripping wet.
"Nothing, father" Bergil said innocently.
"Is it a prince or princess?" Beregond asked me.
"We'll get the news in a while" I said calmly. After some time, Ioreth opened the door and looked at us.
"Are they boys or girls?" Bergil chirped.
"The older one's a handsome boy, and the second is a lovely little girl. How's that for another lost bet, Niliwen?" Ioreth said as she closed the door behind her and went down the stairs. She'd obviously heard everything Bergil and I argued about.
"I guess nobody wins" I heard Bergil whisper/
"Your son and I were arguing over whether the children would be boys or girls" I informed Beregond.
"So Lord Faramir and Lady Éowyn have two, instead of just one child. That's more than they were hoping for" Beregond said.
"Can we see them now, father?" Bergil persisted.
"We'll come in when it's time," Beregond said.
"Let him in, Beregond. You and Niliwen can come in too" Éowyn said from inside the room.
When we came in, Éowyn was half-sitting up in bed, cradling her children in her arms. Faramir was sitting beside her, and he looked up as we came in.
"Can I see them?" Bergil asked.
"Ssshhh! They might be sleeping!" I warned.
Éowyn smiled radiantly. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her. And for the first time in ages, I think I really missed having my folks around.
"They're not" Faramir said as he looked at his children.
"So which is which?" Beregond asked.
"The dark-haired one is a girl, and the golden-headed one is the boy" Elaniwel said.
"But they both have gray eyes" I observed. "What are you naming them?" I asked.
"How about Boromir for the boy and Finduilas for the girl?" Elaniwel suggested.
"Or why don't we just give them Rohirric names?" I said.
"I don't relish the idea of naming kids after dead people" Bergil said.
"But people have been doing that for ages" Beregond said.
"Why don't we name your son after your brother, or if not, your daughter after your sister-in-law?" Elaniwel said to Éowyn.
"I don't think either Éomer or Lothíriel would find that a good thing in about several years when these kids are old enough to visit Rohan" Faramir said.
"Well, why not give Hobbit names?" Bergil said.
"It might get confusing when the history books are written" I said.
"How about Elboron for our son?" Éowyn said thoughtfully to Faramir after thinking quietly to herself
"That's a good name," Faramir agreed.
"I still think you should name him Boromir" Elaniwel said.
"You're only saying that because you had a crush on the late Boromir when you were twelve" I teased.
"Did not!" Elaniwel retorted in shock.
"Hey, cool it you two before Elboron and his sister start crying" Beregond reminded us sternly
"That's one name over with. Now what are we going to name the younger princess of Ithilien?" Bergil asked. He was quickly starting to become friendly towards the babies.
"What do you think of the name Eäriel?" Faramir asked Éowyn, who was trying to calm down Elboron (well, it seemed as if that was going to be his name).
"For our daughter? It sounds lovely," Éowyn said.
:"Are you really going to call them Elboron and Eäriel?" Bergil asked.
"Why not?" Faramir said.
"Well, I guess it's settled then" I smiled. "Shall I go to Minas Tirith and send word to the King?" I asked.
"This time, you have our permission to tell. Invite them over to dinner too, if they want to come" Éowyn said.
"Well, it's been a tiring day. I'll go with you Niliwen" Elaniwel said.
Fifteen minutes later, after we'd all taken some refreshments, we walked down to the City with the good news. And of all people we should meet, we met Queen Arwen and Prince Eldarion first. I met them outside the Houses of Healing after dropping Elaniwel off.
"Good afternoon, your majesty" I said to Queen Arwen. It was growing dark fast.
"Good afternoon too. What brings you here to the City at this hour?" Arwen said politely.
"Glad tidings, your majesty" I said cheerily.
"About Ithilien? Has Lady Éowyn given birth yet?" Arwen asked as she tried to keep the pendant of her necklace away from Eldarion's hands.
"Yes, to two children. The heir to the Stewardship name is Elboron, and his sister's name is Eäriel. They're both doing fine, and so is their mother" I said breathlessly.
"Take a breath Niliwen. Has Lord Faramir sent word to Rohan yet?" Arwen asked.
"I was going to send word through an errand runner," I said, holding up a letter that Faramir had written before we left.
"What word?" King Elessar asked as he arrived on the scene.
Arwen and I repeated the news, and Aragorn smiled.
"I think it would be best if you told the errand runner the news too. Sometimes, King Éomer forgets to read his letters" Aragorn said.
"I know. Anyhow, the Lord and Lady of Ithilien are inviting your majesty and your family to join us for dinner" I continued.
Aragorn thought a while. "We'll come. Go on ahead of us Niliwen, and tell them we're coming. Send our congratulations too" he said.
A/N: Wow! It's over! Anyway, thanks to star queen for suggesting a name for Éowyn's daughter. I heard somewhere that Faramir and Éowyn had a son named Elboron . It's a slight AU here, so I'm fiddling a bit with canon. Who knows anyway if Elboron had a twin? I don't think this chapter was nice though, but I swear, as the twins grow, we're going to have some laughs. Please review!