And instantly, chapter four! don't own anything!
-The Author
Eowyn stared at the choices of dress Ana had set out for her. The little maid frowned at Eowyn's frown, and said, "I thought you liked these dresses. And Faramir likes these dresses."
"Yes," said Eowyn, "But I'm not going with Faramir. I'm going with my brother."
"Oh." Ana stared in horror at the array of dresses she had chosen, and said, "Then something else, then."
"Definitely." Eowyn paused, and said, "Maybe the white one."
Ana took the dress out with a flourish – it whipped like a flag, and she said, "Bridal!"
"Yes!" said Eowyn. "But to who – who knows?"
"Faramir."
"He is the easy choice."
"Very easy," said Ana dreamily.
Eowyn gave the girl a little glare and said, "My choice."
Ana smiled prettily. The two of them set to work, to make Eowyn look "fabulous!" for the feast. Gondorian maids were so much more pleasant that Rohirric maids, Eowyn thought. And she remembered Brenna, who had gossiped with one of the cooks, who had heard it second-hand from the grocer that one of Faramir's pages thought Ana very pretty, indeed. She wondered if she ought to tell this rumor to Ana. Then she wondered if the sources were reliable.
"You're thoughtful," said Ana.
"Yes," said Eowyn. Then she cried, "Ow!"
"Sorry," said Ana, releasing the offended strand of hair. "But you know, I heard from a girl whose sister is seeing a stable boy that your brother can be very understanding."
"Ana," said Eowyn, "What does a stable boy have to do with anything?"
"I on't oh."
"What?"
Ana popped the pin out of her mouth and said, "I don't know." Then she stuck the pin in Eowyn's hair, and said, "What do you think?"
"I don't know. I can't see it."
Smiling, Ana presented a mirror. Eowyn nodded her approval at the high braids on her head, but noted that the choice of ribbon was blue.
"But of course," Ana said mysteriously, and drew out the midnight-blue cloak that Faramir had given her only weeks before. There came a knock on the door. Brenna ran to answer it, as Ana insisted on pinning Eowyn's cloak herself (though she had to stand on tiptoe to do so). Eowyn turned to face her brother, and resolved herself to mention it first thing that she couldn't marry…whoever, as she had a prior engagement.
Literally.
She took a deep breath.
"Eomer King."
Eomer stepped into the room, his boots banging on the floor. He was followed, promptly, by a smirking Lord with black hair and grey eyes, and the sharpest clothes Eowyn had ever seen. Eowyn, Ana, and Brenna all exchanged glances at each other; who was this foppish fool?
"This is Amrothos."
"Who?"
"…Son of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth."
Amrothos smirked. His hair was all mussed, as if sexily.
Eowyn, Ana, and Brenna looked at each other again. Finally, it occurred to Eowyn that she ought to bow. Etiquette and all.
Maybe not first thing.