Chapter Seven
"Davanha where is mom?" Maghadia asked her nurse. "Magha. You know that the Lady is visiting the Lord of the Wood." Davanha sighed. How many times would she have to tell this lie that Arwen was merely staying extra long in Lorien? "Yes but when is she coming home?" Maghadia asked impatiently. "I don't know why don't you ask you father?" Davanha could have kicked herself. That was another question Magha had been asking lately. Why could she not remember Aragorn wasn't here either? "Where is he?" "I do not know maybe some one else does." Davanha said. "I'll go ask them!" Magha said eagerly.
"Lothelia when is mom coming home?" Lothelia was the main royal horse groom. Lothelia shook her head and bent down to Magha's eye level. "Magha I really think I'm not the right person to tell you but maybe the Lady Eowyn will." "Thanks Lothelia but is something wrong?" "Yes." And Magha raced off to ask Davanha if she could ride with Eldarion to Ithilien.
"What! Why? Why in the world! No! I mean that's crazy! At this time? You were never interested before! Except to see the Lady Eowyn of course but still!" Magha rolled her eyes. At least Davanha was only raving, otherwise she may have not stood a chance. "Davanha." Her voice was sweet and begging. "You know mom and dad would like me to go." "Not in this scenario they would not!" "Well if you let me go and see Aunt Eowyn (A/N- I assumed Eowyn/Faramir and Aragorn/Arwen are good friends so their children must have grown up very connected to them though they probably did not call them aunt still they are here.) Then I will tell my parents, when I see them anyways, that you are such a good nurse and you should be paid more." Magha said in her sweetest most honeyed voice. "No. It has become to dangerous for a little girl to go out in to the wilderness with only a seventeen year old boy to watch over her." Davanha said calming down. Then she looked at Magha's disappointed face. " On a second thought maybe if you are very good I will not be as worried about you. All right. If you do exactly everything, Everything that you are told to do." "Oh thank you Davanha! Davanha sighed. What was going to happen to her if Aragorn came home with only two daughters to greet him?
"Eldarion." "What?" "I get to go with you when you go to Ithilien." "No way. You can't I mean first of all, it is way to dangerous. Did you hear about the orcs? There where armies of them up there and there are more stuff like that." Magha frowned "I thought you said orcs are imaginary." She said. " Every one thought so until recently there have been some sort of nasty creatures and I think they are orcs and I think dad thinks so to." Magha scowled. "And mom." Eldarion added swiftly. But to his surprise Magha's scowl only deepened. "What is wrong?" he asked finally. "Where are they?" Eldarion dropped the book he had been looking through to see if it was the one he was looking for. He did not know what to say. Shouldn't his sister at least know the truth about her own parents? What would happen really? Would she freak out? Would she take it like he had when he had first found out? Lip trembling holding so many tears inside but managing to fight them off then cry all night for so many long nights in a row?
" Maghi, this is going to be very hard for you to hear and even harder for me to tell. But here goes. Mom is cap... cap...captured." Magha cried out. "What do you mean? Where is she? Is she all right? When will she be rescued? Where is dad? Is he captured too?" "No, no, no. Okay. First question first. I mean she is captured. I have no idea if she is all right. I imagine not. I don't even know if she is alive. She is being looked for right now which is tied to you other question. Dad is the one looking for her. And last, no he is not captured at least as far as we know." Eldarion drew a deep breath. Why did I tell her any of this? He wondered.
Magha was close to tears. "I guess I should go tell Davanha that I heard what I wanted to ask Aunt Eowyn from Eldarion. So I am not going to Ithilien after all.'' And she half cried, and half laughed as she ran down the hall. Eldarion looked after her not knowing whether the laugh was to hide her tears, or if part of what he called the famous hope of Maghi was returning.