Chapter 7

"You're making it a habit of riding off alone." The deep voice startled her and she tensed up, moaning as her muscles complained in response. She relaxed when she recognised the owner of the voice and leant against the stable doorframe. "And you're making it a habit of sneaking up on me." Remembering who she was talking to she looked away shyly, trying to hide her bright red cheeks. "I apologize. I did not mean to speak out of turn. My Lord."

I hate protocol, especially when it stops people from speaking their mind. He looked at her, her cheeks were flushed red and she was trying to hide it. "Man tolthant i 'waew?" Looking over, Éomer saw Aragorn standing at the top of the stairs with a tankard in his hand, waving over at his young friend merrily. The roar of the celebrations echoed loudly down to them from the hall. "You've had too much to drink!" Both men smiled broadly and the older of the two waved before going back inside.

"Will you not join the party, my Lord?" she looked questioningly at him once her cheeks finally went back to normal. "I find myself wanting a quiet moment to think over tomorrow's events."

"It will be a most joyous occasion." She couldn't help but smile at the idea. She was so excited about tomorrow, the coronation and the huge party after. I feel like a child again. "Yes. I think the entirety of Middle-Earth is looking forward to tomorrow more than I."

"My Lord?" he sighed heavily and he seemed to grow suddenly very tired and wary looking. Morwen put a reassuring hand on his shoulder for a moment before pulling away and barely controlling her flushing cheeks. What am I doing? He is our king, and I am a mere stable hand. Looking at his face, it seemed to her that he had aged ten years suddenly and was now carrying every worry in the world on his shoulders. She wanted desperately to comfort him with words of advice and wisdom but could think of nothing. "Do not worry, my Lord, the people love you." He looked up to the sky, as if the idea of being loved was alien and prosperous. "I love you."

Elvish:Man tolthant i 'waew?
Pronunciation: Mahn tole-thahnt ee wye?
Translation: How is the weather?

I little short, I know, but I thought it was a good place to finish; on a cliffhanger. Leave it to your imagination to figure out the rest. Mua hahaha. Hope you liked it, please review so I know what you thought of it. Thank you soo much to every who reviewed it. -big hugs- .
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