W00t! I seem to be finding my groove in this story again. Hopefully. Might not be the same groove, but hopefully it's a good groove nonetheless. Well. Cleverly-written disclaimer aside, I hope you enjoy!

-The Author

Eomer turned left onto the sixth level of the White City. He looked around him, and saw how high up he was, and was maybe a little more frightened that he would have liked to admit. He was a man of Rohan; he rode horses across plains. Heights more than a little unnerved him. So it wasn't surprising at all that when someone cried out"Eomer!" he jumped about a foot in the air.

Aragorn King laughed as he approached him.

"Aragorn," said Eomer, bowing his head a little at his friend. "If that is what I may call you; how many names do you have now?"

"I have no idea."

Eomer laughed. "I'm surprised to see you out and about, and alone. Where's your retinue of armed guards?"

Aragorn grinned. "I climbed out a window to escape. I'm going to the Houses of Healing. I could send a page for the information I need, but it's such a lovely day." He smiled out at the shady white stone. Eomer shivered and tried to hide it.

"That's fortunate," said Eomer. "For that is where I'm going, to visit my sister."

"Oh, yes," said Aragorn with a smile. As they turned to walk together, he asked, "How is she?"

"Very well," said Eomer. "When I saw her yesterday morning, she laughed and hugged me. She seems to have odd fits, though. Very soon afterwards she seemed to take ill, or at least became fatigued. I can understand, then, why she didn't want to join me at Cormallen."

Aragorn chuckled to himself.

"She seemed fine, later," said Eomer. "I chaperoned her to last night's feast."

"And the wedding plans?"

Now Eomer laughed. "Nothing escapes you, does it?"

"So I've heard," said Aragorn. "Congratulations; he is a great lord."

Eomer gave his thanks, and said, "It seems to be going well. They got along splendidly last night and today I'm dropping in on them while his sister visits with Eowyn."

"…His sister? I wasn't aware of a sister."

"Yes," said Eomer. "A little sister. A pretty little thing, from what I've heard."

"Oh," said Aragorn. "Well, he's never mentioned her to me. But tell me, have they set the date?"

"Not yet," said Eomer. "They only met last night."

"They…what? Are we…? Who are you talking about?"

"Amrothos," said Eomer. "Son of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth."

"Who?"

"Amrothos," there again was the sense of déjà vu, "Son of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth."

"Um," said Aragorn. "Well, I don't suppose I am the right person to tell you this, dear friend, but-"

Then a pageboy ran straight into him. Aragorn didn't finish his sentence, but helped the boy up and asked him if he was alright. "Do you need to go to the Houses of Healing?"

"I'm already headed there," said the boy. He looked up and saw who he was speaking too. He immediately bowed. "My King, sir," he hastily added.

"We're headed that way ourselves," said Aragorn. "Who is the message for?"

"Lady Eowyn," said the pageboy. "It's a letter from Lord-"

"We'll take that," Aragorn snatched the letter from the boy's hands. He glanced at the seal and didn't look surprised at it. In fact, he actually nodded at it. "Thank you," he said. "This is her brother, here, he'll take it to her."

"Her brother!" cried the pageboy. "That's the last thing Lord-"

Aragorn stuck a coin in the pageboy's hand. "There you go. You may leave now."

"But he said-"

Aragorn bent and whispered in the boy's ear. His eyes widened in understanding. He nodded, bowed, and rushed off.

"What did you say to him?" Eomer asked.

"I told him a secret appreciates with age," said Aragorn. "A friend of mine told me that once. I thought it very clever." He handed the letter to Eomer and said, "Shall we finish his errand?"

They did. Eomer looked at the seal. That was no swan on the stamp. This wasn't from the house of Dol Amroth. There was another Lord, besides Amrothos, corresponding with Eowyn.