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It was halfway through the seventh hour when the lady Eowyn entered the large hall; she wished that she could turn around and run all the way back to her home-Rohan, the only comfort she had was that her brother Eomer, and her cousin Theodred had not yet departed. As she advanced further into the hall, a guard approached her; he had black hair and sparkling blue eyes which seemed to be smiling, but his face was expressionless.
"Lord Denethor and lord Boromir are waiting for you my lady; I will take you to them."
Eowyn slightly nodded; this was the last place that she wanted to be, but she kept her composure and followed the guard.
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Boromir looked at his father uneasily; something was definitely wrong. He had not seen or spoken to Faramir since he had been summoned by Denethor. And normally, he would have his break of fast with them also, but he had yet to show up. Finally, Boromir could not stand it anymore; he had to find out what was wrong.
"Father, I can't help but wonder why Faramir is not here; he usually has his break of fast with us."
"I knew that you would ask me that question sooner or later," Denethor said dryly. "He is preparing to set off on an errand."
"What kind of errand?" Boromir asked curiously.
"Such matters can be discussed at a later hour," said Denethor.
Boromir was about to say something else but when he looked up he saw that lady Eowyn had just entered the room. There was now an uncomfortable silence.
Denethor stood up, "Come, let me look at you," he said.
Boromir almost cringed; his father had a way of making uncomfortable situations worse.
Eowyn slowly approached Denethor, her face was expressionless and cold as stone; Denethor lifted her chin and seemed to observe her features. Eowyn wanted to slap him.
Eventually, Denethor removed his hand and sat back down across from his son.
"Come, eat; surely you must be hungry," he said, ushering her to sit next to Boromir.
While they ate their break of fast they were silent, Eowyn did not so much as even glance at Boromir. She was mortified to think that her future had already been decided for her-this man was her husband-and she did not love him.
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After that dreadful break of fast, Eowyn retreated back to her chambers and confided in her handmaid.
"I do not wish to ever see the two of them again! I shall starve up here in my chambers if I must!"
"Do not speak like that my lady; I assure you that things will get better."
"They will not; they will only get worse!" Eowyn moaned.
"My lady, may I suggest something?" Norah asked; she had an idea and she hoped that it would make Eowyn feel better-even if was just for a little while.
"Yes, you may," Eowyn said.
"I suggest that you visit the stables; for though there are not many horses in this city, I think that you will still find a little joy there."
Eowyn's face brightened a little, "Thank you Norah; I did not think of that. Would you care to come with me?"
"I would love to, but I must get acquainted with the servants here; but I hope that it will lift your spirits."
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Eowyn soon found the stables, and as soon as she entered, she spotted her beautiful horse, Windfola. The beautiful grey horse seemed to recognize her also. As she tended to her horse, wishing that she could ride him out of this city and back to her home, a voice jolted her out of her thoughts.
"He is a very beautiful horse my lady," commented someone.
Eowyn could obviously recognize that it was a mans voice, she turned to her right and saw a copper-haired young man standing only a few feet away from her; she vaguely recognized him, she was sure that she had seen him at her wedding, but she mostly kept to herself that day so she was not certain who he was.
"Thank you; I have ridden him for as long as I can remember," she said.
The young copper-haired man walked closer to her. "I am certain that you will be able to ride him again my lady," he said softly.
Eowyn smiled lightly. "I doubt that very much; he is used to running freely on seemingly endless fields…" Eowyn's voice trailed off.
"I understand, you miss your home; do you not?" he asked.
"Yes; very much indeed," she said. After those words escaped her lips, she regretted saying them for she did not know this man.
"My brother is a good man my lady, and I am sure that you will eventually be happy here."
"His brother?" Eowyn thought, and then she remembered her uncle Théoden telling her that Boromir also had a brother by the name of Faramir.
By the look on her face, Faramir figured that she did not recognize him, "I see that you did not recognize me my lady," he laughed.
For the first time in a long while, Eowyn laughed, she knew that Norah was right; she was feeling better.