Fourteen days had passed since Èowyn's return. With every passing day,
Eomer rapidly regained his strength and was back to his normal routine.
Rohan had resumed its regular activities and all seemed well in the Horse
kingdom. For Èowyn however, it was bitter sweet. There was not a day she
did not think of Merry or Eleanor but she was satisfied that her brother
was back to full health.
Aragorn had left during the first week, for he did not wish to be away from Gondor for such a long time. The conversations she had with him were magical and she would treasure them forever. After all they had been through, it seemed they had a new understanding of each other and this was the straw to the resumption of their friendship of long. It was a sorrowful parting for them both and she thought he seemed reluctant to leave, whether it was because of her or a fear for Eomer, she was not certain. She was sure of one thing though, his invitation to visit Gondor.
It was a still morning as she awoke from her warm bed. The sun streaming into her room reflecting its rays upon her own halo of sunshine. Stretching lazily, she remained there enjoying the sweet scent of morning air. Intoxicating and heady like the best wines. She rose and pulled away the blinds, revelling in the sunlight as it caressed her body with its early warmth. It was going to be a marvellous day, she mused as she made her way to where her bath was awaiting her.
As she soaked into the warm waters, her mind flashed to the night in the Hall. Aragorn had seemed very preoccupied after he told her the message of the Lady of Lorien and to her he seemed to be aggravated as well. There was something cryptic in the message but only he seemed to understand its meaning. At first it had bothered her but as the days flew by she forgot all but Eomer and Aragorn. It had been wonderful to be among those she held dear to her. Yet, she worried secretly for Eomer. Despite all the cajoling and pleading with him, he had staunchly refused to admit why he was in Fangorn forest of all places. She, Aragorn and Gandalf all failed in their machinations. In time she knew he would confess his deed. She knew him like the back of her hand. Eomer was a little child who could not retain anything for a long period of time. She had to be patient and allow him to open up to her.
Reluctantly she rose from the bath and made her way to her chambers to prepare for her excursion. It had been such a long time since they spent anytime alone. Eomer immersed in his duties as King and she as one of his constant advisors and healer of hope to the villagers.
On the bed lay a black dress with sliver trimmings. It was gorgeous and for a moment she despaired it would be used for her riding exercise. Smiling she lifted the garment and touched it tenderly no it was much too beautiful to be ruined. She chose her brown dress with blue inner vest, this would suit her needs. It was one of her favourites and it would surely evoke some snickering from Eomer, due to the lack of anything white on it. She would punch him if he did and she knew instinctively there would be a couple of bruises on her brother by the end of the day. Braiding her hair into one she quickly finished and made her way eagerly to the stables where Eomer would be awaiting her.
"Come on Èowyn!" Eomer called to her impatiently. "We do not have all day you know?" he teased his little sister as she burst through the stable door.
"My, my sister. You've actually become a woman for it seems you took much care in preparation of your attire." he jested and she seethed outwardly.
"That I am Eomer but I still have the skill to inflict much pain upon your kingly hide. Or have you forgotten our childhood days?" she retorted as hearty laughter erupted from her sibling.
"Nay Èowyn, I have not forgotten I still have many scars to prove your skill but come now let us depart for I weary of the city and wish to be out in the open. Truce sister?" he asked and held out his hand to her smiling.
"Truce."she agreed and shook hands firmly. "But not for long" she mumbled under her breath as they walked to their mounts.
"What was that sister?" Eomer asked still chuckling
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She replied a half smile upon her lips. He looked at her strangely, knowing fully well his sister was concocting some sinister revenge. He would just have to be cautious today and counteract her with one of his own. This was going to be a fantastic day Eomer thought as they mounted their steeds.
"My lord my lord!" Hama's frantic voice reached their ears as they were about to set off. They stopped and observed the Warden as he came running towards them faster that is age should allow.
"What is it Hama?"Eomer asked gently waiting for the man to regain his composure.
"The Eorlings have returned from the North of Fangorn forest two days earlier than expected. They seem to be afraid my lord very afraid. I have never in my life seen any of our warriors in this state before. Not even during the War of the Ring." He said and shivered unconsciously.
"I see. Then I must speak to their captain."Eomer mused. Turning to Èowyn he offered her a small smile of apology which she accepted graciously. "Forgive me sister this outing of ours will have to wait for another day." He replied as he dismounted.
"Of course Èomer. I will accompany you as well. There maybe soldiers in need of encouragement." She replied smiling radiantly at him and dismounted as well.
"Your presence is always welcome dear sister."he replied and squeezed her hand gently. "Come Hama let's us see what the fuss is about." He said and led the way back to the Golden Hall.
Aragorn had left during the first week, for he did not wish to be away from Gondor for such a long time. The conversations she had with him were magical and she would treasure them forever. After all they had been through, it seemed they had a new understanding of each other and this was the straw to the resumption of their friendship of long. It was a sorrowful parting for them both and she thought he seemed reluctant to leave, whether it was because of her or a fear for Eomer, she was not certain. She was sure of one thing though, his invitation to visit Gondor.
It was a still morning as she awoke from her warm bed. The sun streaming into her room reflecting its rays upon her own halo of sunshine. Stretching lazily, she remained there enjoying the sweet scent of morning air. Intoxicating and heady like the best wines. She rose and pulled away the blinds, revelling in the sunlight as it caressed her body with its early warmth. It was going to be a marvellous day, she mused as she made her way to where her bath was awaiting her.
As she soaked into the warm waters, her mind flashed to the night in the Hall. Aragorn had seemed very preoccupied after he told her the message of the Lady of Lorien and to her he seemed to be aggravated as well. There was something cryptic in the message but only he seemed to understand its meaning. At first it had bothered her but as the days flew by she forgot all but Eomer and Aragorn. It had been wonderful to be among those she held dear to her. Yet, she worried secretly for Eomer. Despite all the cajoling and pleading with him, he had staunchly refused to admit why he was in Fangorn forest of all places. She, Aragorn and Gandalf all failed in their machinations. In time she knew he would confess his deed. She knew him like the back of her hand. Eomer was a little child who could not retain anything for a long period of time. She had to be patient and allow him to open up to her.
Reluctantly she rose from the bath and made her way to her chambers to prepare for her excursion. It had been such a long time since they spent anytime alone. Eomer immersed in his duties as King and she as one of his constant advisors and healer of hope to the villagers.
On the bed lay a black dress with sliver trimmings. It was gorgeous and for a moment she despaired it would be used for her riding exercise. Smiling she lifted the garment and touched it tenderly no it was much too beautiful to be ruined. She chose her brown dress with blue inner vest, this would suit her needs. It was one of her favourites and it would surely evoke some snickering from Eomer, due to the lack of anything white on it. She would punch him if he did and she knew instinctively there would be a couple of bruises on her brother by the end of the day. Braiding her hair into one she quickly finished and made her way eagerly to the stables where Eomer would be awaiting her.
"Come on Èowyn!" Eomer called to her impatiently. "We do not have all day you know?" he teased his little sister as she burst through the stable door.
"My, my sister. You've actually become a woman for it seems you took much care in preparation of your attire." he jested and she seethed outwardly.
"That I am Eomer but I still have the skill to inflict much pain upon your kingly hide. Or have you forgotten our childhood days?" she retorted as hearty laughter erupted from her sibling.
"Nay Èowyn, I have not forgotten I still have many scars to prove your skill but come now let us depart for I weary of the city and wish to be out in the open. Truce sister?" he asked and held out his hand to her smiling.
"Truce."she agreed and shook hands firmly. "But not for long" she mumbled under her breath as they walked to their mounts.
"What was that sister?" Eomer asked still chuckling
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She replied a half smile upon her lips. He looked at her strangely, knowing fully well his sister was concocting some sinister revenge. He would just have to be cautious today and counteract her with one of his own. This was going to be a fantastic day Eomer thought as they mounted their steeds.
"My lord my lord!" Hama's frantic voice reached their ears as they were about to set off. They stopped and observed the Warden as he came running towards them faster that is age should allow.
"What is it Hama?"Eomer asked gently waiting for the man to regain his composure.
"The Eorlings have returned from the North of Fangorn forest two days earlier than expected. They seem to be afraid my lord very afraid. I have never in my life seen any of our warriors in this state before. Not even during the War of the Ring." He said and shivered unconsciously.
"I see. Then I must speak to their captain."Eomer mused. Turning to Èowyn he offered her a small smile of apology which she accepted graciously. "Forgive me sister this outing of ours will have to wait for another day." He replied as he dismounted.
"Of course Èomer. I will accompany you as well. There maybe soldiers in need of encouragement." She replied smiling radiantly at him and dismounted as well.
"Your presence is always welcome dear sister."he replied and squeezed her hand gently. "Come Hama let's us see what the fuss is about." He said and led the way back to the Golden Hall.