After speaking with her father, Eáránë headed back to the Great Hall where she traveled through the many hallways that made up the huge building to Théodred's bedchamber.
Eáránë's mother, Tarí stood by the bed, as Éowyn was bent over her half-dead cousin.
Théodred's was barely breathing, as his chest was very shallowly rising and falling. His breathing was barely audible in the silent room, and Eáránë knew that each one could be his last.
Éowyn's cheeks were stained with tears, and Eáránë moved to comfort her. Just as Eáránë moved, however, Théodred breathed his last and Tarí put her face in her hands.
Eáránë's heart seemed to shrivel up as she watched Théodred, hoping for the impossible. He was in pain no more, and she could not ask for anything better for him.
The four of them, Éomer, Éowyn, Eáránë and Théodred had been good friends since childhood, due to the fact that they had all been in the same age range and that Eáránë's father had been a close friend to Théodred's father.
"It is over," Eáránë whispered. She placed the sheet over Théodred's head and went to her mother to comfort her. Tarí cried in her daughter's arms and Eáránë's own tears were shed. He had been a good friend, and would have made a wonderful king, but his fate was chosen and there was no way to change it.
Éowyn's grief became apparent as her shoulders began to shake, and Eáránë knew she would like to be left alone. Eáránë and her mother walked out of the bedchamber and went back to the Hall, where King Théoden sat in his feverish state.
Eáránë knew the king would have to be told sooner or later about his son's death, but she knew also that he would not understand. Better to let Éowyn tell him, as he knew her better.
A/N: sorry such a short chapter, but I had not a lot of time. Please r&r asap. I love to hear your thoughts! Third chapter will be up in a few days, hopefully.
Thanks Krystie Jamison