Hours had past when she awoke from Eomer's bedside. Unfortunately there was no change in his condition. He still slept in a stupor. She touched his cheek, her heart wrenching. While she slept, her dreams had been of the happier times she had shared with her brother before all of the madness came along.

"Èomer." She whispered. "Awake dear brother. I have returned to be at your side." She pleaded. "Please Èomer, do not leave me." She pleaded to his still form.

"Lady Èowyn is that you?" a startled voice from behind her cried out.

She paused forgetting to breathe in at that moment. In all the years she lived she would never forget the voice which haunted her dreams, during the day and at night. Even as she lay at her brother's bedside, she dreamt of him. Aragorn. The love and thorn of her heart.

"Sire" she replied rising and turning to face him. He was as handsome as ever. His chiselled face was as she remembered, but the gritty looking ranger was gone to be replaced by this powerful man. He looked nothing like the man she had given her heart to. The dishevelled clothes had been put aside and he now wore Gondorian apparel. Andruil lay next to him, silent in its scabbard, and the Star of Elendil was upon his brow.

Yet, she felt the power he exuded as he walked tentatively towards her, and she knew instinctively although his appearance had changed, he had not. He was the same noble man she had met years ago. The room was filled with the tension of the unspoken words between them. He had understood the reason behind her departure and it had grieved him to be the sole cause for her to leave everything she knew behind for a strange land. She did not know of this though, and he kept all appearances up.

They faced each other not sure of what would happen between them now she was back, but their situation would be solved at some later point for Èomer was their chief concern at the moment.

He knelt beside his friend. Sorrow lined his face as he examined the still form before him. He was taken back to the days of the War when it was another person, whom he had held dear, who was in the same situation. He was able to save her and now she stood behind him hoping with bated breath, that he would save her brother.

"Is.... Is there any chance of survival for him my Lord?" she asked softly

"Yes my Lady. The king has been afflicted with something akin to the Black Breath to which you suffered. However, his injuries are not physical but it has grievously harmed his state of mind. It is good that you have returned for he needs all that he holds dear to be present to help him through this. I know the remedy to this mishap." Aragorn replied. "Hama, locate your healers. I shall need one of the herbs which they should stock. It is called sanjeevan. Return as soon as possible." He ordered as the older man dashed out of the room.

Aragorn stood up and looked at Eowyn. His blue-grey eyes visibly softening as he looked upon her fair face and he broke into a small smile.

"Eowyn.... I have...." He began before Gandalf rushed into the room, with his hair dishevelled, interrupting him.

"Gandalf! Forgive me I did not know you were here as well." Aragorn cried out as he embraced his friend.

"Ah Aragorn I accompanied Lady Èowyn back. I felt my presence was needed on Middle Earth once again." Gandalf replied to the tall man before him. "I do wish it would be under happier circumstances though." The wizard stated looking towards the King of the Mark.

"Do not fear for dear Eomer. He shall be healed and back in fine health now that he has you both." Aragorn said smiling at them.

"With such confidence my Lord, I feel relieved about the state of my brother." Eowyn said as they awaited Hama's arrival.

"My Lord, here it is." Hama cried as he burst into the room handing Aragorn the green herb with the healers behind him.

Aragorn placed the herbs into warm water and instantly the room was filed with the scent of spring flowers. All that were gathered there felt as though their worries were erased. He placed the remedy to Eomer's lips and made him drink. It was almost magical, for instantly the colour returned to his face and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Aragorn is that you?" he asked hoarsely.

"It is my friend." He replied

"I had dreamt that my beloved sister was here comforting me like in the older days. I do wish it was true." He said softly and tears seeped down his cheeks.

"It is not a dream my dear Eomer, I am here." Eowyn replied as Aragorn stepped away. She knelt beside him and kissed his hand, her tears no longer held in check. She was relieved to never ending bounds to see he was safe again.

"Valar please do not let this be a beautiful dream." He whispered and she laughed lightly.

"It is not my dear brother." She replied and touched his face gently. "I am not a figment of your imagination but now you need rest. Sleep well and in peace and I shall be with you everyday to see how you fare." She said soothingly.

He smiled contentedly and drifted off into a healing slumber his hand still clasped to hers. She smiled and rose to thank Aragorn. There were no words spoken between them but the silence and smiles exchanged spoke volumes.

"Hama have the healers posted here to watch over the King." He instructed to the steward.

"Yes sire. I shall remain with him." Hama replied.

"So shall I Estel" Gandalf stated. "You both should return to your chambers for you need rest as well." He told them gently.

They nodded in unison both too tired to argue and walked out of the chambers for some well deserved rest.