Eowyn heard the hall doors open and close and expected that Eomer had seen
her leave and had followed her out. She knew her brother would renter the
hall once he knew her purpose, so she went on to the stable with out
looking back. Aerlin her mare was in foal and she just could not be at
peace unless Eowyn came in to check on her every two hours or so. The
moment Eowyn entered the stable Aerlin started braying and fussing. The
mare was determined to get as much extra attention as she could for this.
"Oh my dear friend" She said as she opened the stall door and stepped in. "How is the little one hmm, are you about ready to dorp? Do you think that you have had him in there long enough, I long to ride out with you?" she spoke stroking the horses swollen belly.
"What make you think it's a colt?" Faramir asked softly. Eowyn jumped a little and looked over at Faramir.
"If I tell her I want a colt she'll give me a mare. She is very contrary." Faramir could not help but smile at the child's remark.
"Have you tested this theory out before?" he said mirth in his voice, this child with good for his state of mind.
"This is Aerlin's first foaling" she said and gestured for him to enter the stall. She took up a brush and started to groom the grey mare, humming to the animal as she did.
"What are you humming?" Faramir asked. Eowyn looked over and saw him holding.
"The song of a squire who served a great Captain."
"There is a song of the squire? How many is there of the Captain?" Faramir asked
"None. You remind me of him, Lothga the squire." She said and lowered her head away from his gaze
"I do? How so?" He asked intrigued by her apparent embarrassment.
"Lothga was the second son of a grate solider who fell when he was still a lad, his brother on the other hand was grown and went on campaign with his father, and won much praise, and glory. Lothga was left to be nothing more then the runt brother of one man and the lesser son of another."
"And this is how you see me?" Faramir asked a slight hurt making it's way in to his tone
"The story is not done yet my Lord, do not judge it until its end" Eowyn said softly and gave give a small smile. He was enchanted, young she may be but her smile showed years beyond those of a child.
"Then tell on, I would know how you see me"
"Though he was not his father or brother Lothga, desired to serve Rohan in what ever way he could. With out the use of his father's or brother's name and having no horse the highest position that he could gain was that of a squire. As such he was shown horse to tend and sword to carry. When the campaign began Lothga ran arriving long after the company at camp but he tended horse sword and master, as though fresh from three days rest. Soon the company rode to battle Lothga running behind them. When he arrived at the battle the line of the Rohirrim had broken, and his master the grate captain turned with intent to fly, but before he could his horse Miirath was struck fatal blow. The grate captain abandoned his mount and ran.
"Lothga ran also not from battle but toward it. Enemy archers fired on him as he ran toward his fallen charge Miirath, when he reach the grate horse he realised he had no sword with which to defend his fallen friend. So from his own body he ripped one of the enemy's own arrows and with it he held back his foe. The grate riders of the Rohirrim saw the bravery of one they had snored and taunted fight a helpless battle when one that they admire flees from it, they turned from their flight and renewed attack, Lothga tort Rohan a grate lesson."
"What was that lesson my lady?" Faramir asked somewhat in awe that she could think so much of him, he who had never been anything more then the younger son of Denethor, brother to Boromir the second.
"He tort us that grate men and grate deeds do not always go hand in hand with grate renown, even the younger son can out shine the father." She said and put aside the brush with which she had been grooming Aerlin.
"Did not Lothga gain renown?"
"Lothga died on the field, and was given the burial of a squire, not even a sword to bare on to the halls of his fore fathers" Eowyn said "We have been to long from my uncle's hall."
"You are right" Faramir said and opened the stall door and stepped though and held it open for Eowyn. She stepped through the door and let Faramir close it behind her.
"Good night Aerlin, I will check on you again in the mourning." Eowyn turned and she walked out with Faramir at her side.
Just as they were about to enter the golden hall once more Faramir place a halting hand on her arm. She turned to him waiting to know why he had stopped her.
"Thank you my lady" he said to her. She knew that it wasn't for the story but instead for believe him to be like his hero. "Perhaps you will sing it for me?" he asked
She understood him. He wished her to continue to see him as she did and she would, this Son of Gondor was certainly not a bad match for her.
"Oh my dear friend" She said as she opened the stall door and stepped in. "How is the little one hmm, are you about ready to dorp? Do you think that you have had him in there long enough, I long to ride out with you?" she spoke stroking the horses swollen belly.
"What make you think it's a colt?" Faramir asked softly. Eowyn jumped a little and looked over at Faramir.
"If I tell her I want a colt she'll give me a mare. She is very contrary." Faramir could not help but smile at the child's remark.
"Have you tested this theory out before?" he said mirth in his voice, this child with good for his state of mind.
"This is Aerlin's first foaling" she said and gestured for him to enter the stall. She took up a brush and started to groom the grey mare, humming to the animal as she did.
"What are you humming?" Faramir asked. Eowyn looked over and saw him holding.
"The song of a squire who served a great Captain."
"There is a song of the squire? How many is there of the Captain?" Faramir asked
"None. You remind me of him, Lothga the squire." She said and lowered her head away from his gaze
"I do? How so?" He asked intrigued by her apparent embarrassment.
"Lothga was the second son of a grate solider who fell when he was still a lad, his brother on the other hand was grown and went on campaign with his father, and won much praise, and glory. Lothga was left to be nothing more then the runt brother of one man and the lesser son of another."
"And this is how you see me?" Faramir asked a slight hurt making it's way in to his tone
"The story is not done yet my Lord, do not judge it until its end" Eowyn said softly and gave give a small smile. He was enchanted, young she may be but her smile showed years beyond those of a child.
"Then tell on, I would know how you see me"
"Though he was not his father or brother Lothga, desired to serve Rohan in what ever way he could. With out the use of his father's or brother's name and having no horse the highest position that he could gain was that of a squire. As such he was shown horse to tend and sword to carry. When the campaign began Lothga ran arriving long after the company at camp but he tended horse sword and master, as though fresh from three days rest. Soon the company rode to battle Lothga running behind them. When he arrived at the battle the line of the Rohirrim had broken, and his master the grate captain turned with intent to fly, but before he could his horse Miirath was struck fatal blow. The grate captain abandoned his mount and ran.
"Lothga ran also not from battle but toward it. Enemy archers fired on him as he ran toward his fallen charge Miirath, when he reach the grate horse he realised he had no sword with which to defend his fallen friend. So from his own body he ripped one of the enemy's own arrows and with it he held back his foe. The grate riders of the Rohirrim saw the bravery of one they had snored and taunted fight a helpless battle when one that they admire flees from it, they turned from their flight and renewed attack, Lothga tort Rohan a grate lesson."
"What was that lesson my lady?" Faramir asked somewhat in awe that she could think so much of him, he who had never been anything more then the younger son of Denethor, brother to Boromir the second.
"He tort us that grate men and grate deeds do not always go hand in hand with grate renown, even the younger son can out shine the father." She said and put aside the brush with which she had been grooming Aerlin.
"Did not Lothga gain renown?"
"Lothga died on the field, and was given the burial of a squire, not even a sword to bare on to the halls of his fore fathers" Eowyn said "We have been to long from my uncle's hall."
"You are right" Faramir said and opened the stall door and stepped though and held it open for Eowyn. She stepped through the door and let Faramir close it behind her.
"Good night Aerlin, I will check on you again in the mourning." Eowyn turned and she walked out with Faramir at her side.
Just as they were about to enter the golden hall once more Faramir place a halting hand on her arm. She turned to him waiting to know why he had stopped her.
"Thank you my lady" he said to her. She knew that it wasn't for the story but instead for believe him to be like his hero. "Perhaps you will sing it for me?" he asked
She understood him. He wished her to continue to see him as she did and she would, this Son of Gondor was certainly not a bad match for her.