*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

~*~ Yes, I know yesterday's entry was very long.  Doubt I'll have anymore that long again. ~*~

March 3, 3019

The events of yesterday still dwell in my every thought.  Wormtongue was given the choice to remain here, or go to his other master at Isengard.  The wretched creature ran toward Isengard without hesitating when the choice was brought before him. I am glad we will no longer have to put up with his lies and deceit.

The Rohirrim set out again yesterday in pursuit of Saruman, with our king Theoden at the lead.  The four guests also set out with them.  As custom goes, I brought wine to fare them well before leaving.

"Receive now this cup and drink in happy hour.  Health be with thee at thy going and coming."  I said, handing first my uncle the cup.  After he drank of it I handed it to each of our guests in turn.  Lastly Aragorn.

As I handed him the cup I looked into his eyes, very deep and dark, full of life and wisdom, they were.  He smiled at me and took the cup.  Our hands briefly touched.  I trembled at the feel of his hand.

"Hail Aragorn son of Arathorn!"  I said.

"Hail Lady of Rohan!"  He replied.

The smile was gone from his face and a troubled look was now beset upon it.  I wondered what could be the cause of this.

I have been chosen to act as lord to the Eorlingas while they are gone.  Should neither my uncle nor my brother return, then their Lady I am to remain.  At least in this way my strength, love, and dedication to my people can be seen.

"Farwell sister-daughter!  Dark is the hour, yet maybe we shall return to the Golden Hall.  But in Dunharrow the people may long defend themselves, and if the battle go ill, thither will come all who escape."  My uncle said before departing.

"Speak not so!" I replied, "A year shall I endure for every day that passes until you return."  I found myself looking at Aragorn when I said this.

"The king shall come again," He said.  "Fear not!  Not West but East does our doom await us."

And with these words, they left.

Far over the plain I saw the glitter of their spears, as I stood still, alone before the doors of the silent house. *

Eowyn 

* I know, that's almost right out of The Two Towers, replace the "I"s with "she"s and you will have exactly what Tolkien wrote.  I just found it to be a very powerful line and had to use it.