Yay! Back to the Matchmaking goodness!

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-The Author

Linwe's face was turned down as she sipped her tea, but she didn't take her eyes off of the Lady Eowyn for once second. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that Eowyn was glowing, like the other elves journeying to the Undying Lands. Her hair was up, somehow matching the smile on her face, and her collar was high. She kept on touching the collar, too, as if to make certain it was still there. When she did, her cheeks flushed.

"Congratulations," Linwe said.

Eowyn's whole face became pink, and she said, "Thank you."

"But I know that everyone's wondering who's next," said Linwe.

Eowyn shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't really been paying attention to a whole lot lately."

Linwe gulped her tea to cover up her wide grin. "Well," she said, "What about your brother?"

"Eomer pays attention to everything. Oh!" Eowyn laughed. "You mean getting married. It would take four horses to drag him into a wedding chapel. Well, if he were the groom, I mean. He certainly was glad to serve at my wedding." She played with her collar again and blushed again, not looking Linwe in the eye. She was smiling, practically glowing again.

"Has he ever been in love?"

"Once," Eowyn looked up at Linwe again. "That was a long time ago. She didn't love him."

"Why not?" Linwe asked. "He's very handsome. And big. Very big."

Eowyn laughed. "I don't know," she admitted.

"What about," Linwe had to keep herself from grinning again all on her own. Now wouldn't be a good time to take a sip of tea. "What about the Princess Lothiriel?"

"I don't know," Eowyn said. "I know she's not married, but I've hardly talked to her. She seems sensible, which I love, but she's also kind of a prude. When the Lady of Blackroot asked about my wedding night, she actually clapped her hands over her ears and started humming."

They both laughed.

"I think she'll have an arranged marriage," Eowyn said. "There has been a rumor that the Prince of Dol Amroth has been trying to convince Lord Aragorn to marry her, but the Lord Aragorn seems resistant somehow."

Linwe knew exactly why Lord Aragorn was resisting the Prince, and took another sip of tea to cover it up. She said, "What about your brother Eomer?"

Eowyn frowned and said, "We've already talked about him."

"No," said Linwe, "I mean, to marry Lothiriel."

Eowyn laughed. Linwe simply sat and smiled. "You're serious," she said.

"Yes," said Linwe. "And I have just the plan to get them together."

"What are you, some kind of a matchmaker?"

If Figwit were here, she could have laughed, and Figwit would have smiled, and then they could have said it was an Elvish thing that Lady Eowyn wouldn't understand. She had to hide her grin again; here was half of a successful match sitting right in front of her, having no idea what Linwe had done for her. She thought that it had all happened on their own – fate. How utterly romantic.

"That is exactly what I am," Linwe said. "And here's the plan. We convince Eomer that Lothiriel is in love with him, and then we convince Lothiriel that Eomer is in love with her, and then we see the results happen in front of our very eyes."

"Well," said Eowyn, "She is very sensible, which would be a great help in rebuilding Rohan. She's not so girly that Eomer wouldn't stand her. And, I do know that a few nights in a wedding bed will knock the prudishness out of anyone – I agree, they would be good for each other."

"It is settled," said Linwe. "Tomorrow we begin our attacks. This will be fun."