"Untitled: An Éomer Story" - by Kelly M.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Lord Of The Rings" it belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and family. The only character I own is, Olivia, please do not use her in other stories. I do not make moohlah off of this story, I do it purely for good 'ole fun. :)

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Chapter Five: Nameless

Éomer awoke the next morning very early. Walking down to the stables, the farm boy, had brushed down and saddled his white quarterhorse, at the request of Éomer.

"Thank you."

With a nodd, the boy excused himself and left.

Hoisting himself up onto the saddle, he kicked the horse, and rode down the cliffs into the rich valley.

"This is my first time riding since Uncle's death," he realized.

Guiding the horse into a turn, he was approaching Theoden and Theodred's burial site. Gently he pulled the horse to a stop. After getting off, he walked to the side by side graves. Looking down he remembered some of the best memories he had of them.

The time he and Theodred went hunting, and they both being taught by Theoden to swim. He laughed at that thought. He had been a horrible swimmer--still was.

For the longest time ever, he felt himself starting to cry. He missed them deeply. He started thinking about what Faramir said. Faramir had gone through the same thing, but he met Éowyn, and through her love, she helped him through it.

"Perhaps I'm just shutting myself off from her. Not wanting to dampen her once again, especially now with the joy of a child." Éomer pondered. "I wish you were here Uncle. I need your knowledge."

Turning his face up to the blue sky, a lone tear slid down his face. How he wished he could have saved his Uncle from the Witch King.

Placing some nearby wildflowers on their graves, he turned and mounted his horse. He'd take the ride back to Rohan slowly. Give himself some time to think things over.

Faramir found Éowyn in the castle's library. Walking in silently, he came behind her, and placed a hand on her delicate shoulder, graced by the light blue frock she wore. "Have you seen your brother, this morning?"

"I was going to ask the same of you. The stable boy told me he took a ride early this morning, and has not yet returned."

"Ah.."

Éowyn turned to look at Faramir, "What is 'Ah' supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking."

"You know something I do not."

It was all over, and he knew it. That look. The look of curiousity. She wasn't going to let this drop.

A smile tugged at Faramir's lips. "I shall never tell."

"You were the one talking to him in the garden last nite, weren't you?"

"How did you hear?"

Éowyn smiled, "I opened my window. It's right above the garden." She stood, and walked to Faramir. "That was very sweet what you said last nite." she laced her fingers through his, "About me."

He caressed her soft hand, "I meant it. All of it, my love."

Éowyn smiled, a tear glistening her cheek. "I love you, Faramir."

Faramir gently brushed her tear-stained cheek with a kiss. "And I you, m'lady."

Éowyn parted from Faramir, when she heard the soft clearing of a throat. Turning, she saw a young lady standing in the doorway. She was dressed in an oversized cloak, which hid her beautiful red locks, but not the tremendous blush on her face.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..."

Éowyn approached the woman, who looked to be about her age. "I am Éowyn, and this is my husband Faramir."

"Nice to meet you," she replied shyly, "my name is Olivia."

"Why don't you come with me Olivia. I am sure I have a dress you may borrow."

"I'm fine...honestly. I'm actually a bit damp."

"I have the perfect one then!" Éowyn exclaimed, happily.

Opening the door to her bedchamber, they entered. "I'll have Faramir strike a fire in the hearth then."

Olivia stopped short, "Are you and Faramir servants, to King Éomer?"

Éowyn softly laughed. "No, I'm sorry I gave that impression. I am Éomer's sister."

Olivia felt another deep flush rise on her face. "I'm sorry, my lady, I should not have insinuated such a thing."

Éowyn turned, a dark blue frock, in hand. "There is nothing to apologize for, Olivia," she replied with a sincere smile. "This should fit you about right, and still keep you warm."

Olivia took, the simple, yet richly woven dress from her.

"When you are done dressing, I could show you the castle, if you would like."

"Oh, I would love to see the castle!" Olivia stopped, and blushed at her such recognized excitement.

Éomer got off his horse, and guided him into the stable. The ride did him good. He was able to think un-interrupted, which was rare being King of Rohan. Walking up the steps he wondered more about the lady, who came late in the night. "Perhaps Éowyn had met her before. Maybe she knows her," Éomer pondered.

Reaching the threshold of the east hall, he heard faint traces of voices coming from the library. Narrowing his eyes in curiousity, he stepped silently towards the room...