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Epilogue

Eomer, King of Rohan and Lord of the Riddermark, paced outside the closed door to the healers' wing.

Behind him, a group of four men were seated, two, fair and obviously brothers, visibly amused and wearing identical looks of wicked glee at Eomer's plight. Of the other two, the dark-haired one looked to be a mix of amusement and concern, while the other, who seemed the eldest of those in the room, was torn between concern and exasperation with the first two. A young girl joined them, glaring at the two brothers

Eomer ignored them and continued to pace, finally bursting out, "What are they doing in there? It shouldn't be taking this long!" He paled as a scream rang out from within and rushed for the door, only to be pulled back by the dark-haired man.

King Elessar of Gondor grinned as he tried to restrain Eomer. His steward, Denethor, came over to help as the King of Rohan struggled. "Let me go! You heard her! I want to go in there!"

The elder of the two brothers snickered. "Whatever for? So that you can faint again?"

Aragornreproved him. "Boromir, be nice!" The King of Gondor gave a sidelong glance to his Steward, admittedly,Faramir had been worse. Even almost two years after the event,the memoriesnever failed to amuse."But I do believe that this scene is familiar –."

Eomer yanked himself free and whirled to face them. His brothers-in-law were both enjoying this far too much. "Do the two of you mind? My wife, your sister, is in there! Giving birth! I'm about to become a…" He was cut off by a high, thin wail on the other side of the door.

Boromir of Gondor jumped up to steady his brother-in-law as he wavered on his feet, paler than before. Denethor was trying to decide whether laughing would be appropriate. The young Queen was his adopted daughter, after all.

A blonde woman came out of the room, surveying the room in amusement. Eowyn of Ithilien, wife of Faramir and sister of Eomer, gave her brother a look that spoke volumes. "You can come in now. Would you like to meet your children?"

The young girl, seven-year-old Bella, rushed past as Eomer blinked. "Children? As in more than one?"

Raven-haired Queen Arwen of Gondor beckoned them in. "Natasha is a twin herself. I don't know why you are all so surprised."


Eomer slipped into the room, going over to the bed that held his wife and newborn children.

Queen Natasha of Rohan gave her husband a tired smile. "Twins. Identical. Two boys. Do you have any ideas for names?"

The king of Rohan blinked, still slightly overwhelmed. "I had though 'Elfwine' for a boy. I had not got anywhere past that, however. You?"

Natasha gave her husband a fond look, then turned her attention to her children. "Alice always thought that I would be the last to marry or have children. Elfwine sounds like a nice name. As to the second, do you have any objections to the name Theodred?"

Eomer smiled at his Twenty Two year old wife, he had thought of his deceased cousin's name before. "None whatsoever. What about you, little one? I can not think of anything that could make this day any better."

The Queen of Rohan smirked. "Arwen will be having her first child not long from now. She is due in less than three months. Just think of how you can teaseAragorn about his reaction."

Eomer's grin matched his wife's. Permission to wed Arwen had been one of Aragorn's main motivations to accept who he was born to be and become the King of Gondor and Arnor. An unfortunate side-effect of this was that he was very protective of her. One could only enjoy imagining what would happen when Arewn gave birth.

Laughter filled the chamber as Bella climbed up onto the bed and the royal family of Rohan welcomed its newest members.


Australia, Back In Our World -

The line on the hospital monitor went flat. The nurse on duty let out a sad breath, then called for a replacement and went down to the reception desk.

She had to call the young woman's family, to inform them that Natasha Anne Ross was irrevocably lost to this world.

A/N – This story if finally finished! There will be a sequel if I get enough votes saying so.

Until next we meet,

Nathalia