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Mind clear and invigorated from her ride outside the city, Erin stabled Windfola and followed the winding pathways to Eowyn's quarters. Erin entered, then paused, looking around.

That's strange. I thought Eowyn would be out here. She continued toward the bedchamber.

I can tell I'm changing when I'm starting to think the way they talk, Erin thought wryly. I can't believe I just called it a

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As she passed through the doorway, Erin's eyes widened and she drew her breath in quickly. Lady Eowyn sat on the floor, slumped against the bed with her head on her arms. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

My Lady! Erin said, hurrying to kneel by her mistress's side. What is the matter?

Even with the obvious seriousness of the situation, Erin found herself thinking, If this keeps up, I am going to forget contractions entirely. Then she returned mentally to the situation before her. Eowyn is crying? She's always been so self-controlled before...


Eowyn slowly lifted her face and looked at Erin. Her face was tearstained and her eyes were red.

she began, her breath coming in ragged hiccups and sobs. My Lord Theoden has taken... She stopped, trying to control her breathing. Erin waited, sick with worry. Eowyn tried again. My Lord Theoden has taken Eomer, my brother, a prisoner in his own house.

Erin was taken aback. For what reason, my lady? Eomer? But I've only heard good things about his service to the king...

For threatening Grima, counselor to the king, and disobeying his orders. Rightly spoke Eomer, for nothing good has come to this house in Grima.


Erin was surprised at the sudden steel in Eowyn's voice. She wordlessly rose, reaching down to Eowyn and lifting her to her feet.

She guided Eowyn to a chair and slipped out of the room, quickly returning to her bereaved lady with a cool drink and a damp cloth with which to wipe her face. Eowyn smiled faintly and took a deep breath.

Are you ready, my lady? Silently Eowyn nodded. Erin gently wiped her face and helped make her presentable as Eowyn's shoulders slowly relaxed and she regained her composure.

We will find a way to get Eomer out, that's for sure, Erin thought, watching resolve settle firmly on Eowyn's face. Then her features returned to their customary imperturbability. Lady Eowyn was ready to return to the King, and Erin was right behind her.

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Author's Note: I know this Chapter is short, but I'm really busy in school. I would appreciate it if people reviewed, because at the moment I don't know if anyone is reading this story. I would love to get feedback on how to improve it. Thanks!