Wait. Nothing to say. Well, except, I don't own anything except for Linwe. Enjoy!

-The Author

Eowyn stared at the flowers before her in horror. Linwe merely smiled as she arranged her bouquet. If she knew one thing, it was flowers. The florist had been very eager to help, early on, until a small altercation had resulted from him pretending that flowers of course weren't magic. "These are pretty," he would say, and he'd hold up some ridiculous combination, like daffodils and begonias. Now he was hiding in some corner of the shop, spraying flowers. As if his flowers had no message in them at all.

"Some red carnations," Linwe said. "For admiration. Orange blossoms, of course, and red roses, ah, in full bloom. Very nice." She placed one in the very center. Eowyn lifted her hand for more roses, but Linwe waved it away. "One rose says 'I love you.' Many roses say 'thank you.' And your brother hasn't given her anything – yet."

"Wait," said Eowyn, "These aren't for Lothiriel?"

"No," said Linwe. "Duh. These are to convince your brother that he has a secret admirer. And then you, his loving sister, are going to come and talk about how lovesick poor Lothiriel, isn't it a shame, she's so pretty and smart and sensible and all those other things you talked about."

"That doesn't make any sense, though," Eowyn said. "My brother knows a lot about flowers, but I know that there aren't many flowers by the sea. How would the Princess of the Sea know that carnations mean admiration?"

Linwe sniffed. "Red carnations mean admiration. Carnations of all colors can mean everything from rejection to pure love. Here, multicolored tulips. For beautiful eyes. Your brother has very nice eyes, you know."

"But how would Lothiriel know these things?"

"Everyone knows your brother has nice eyes."

"No, about the flowers."

"Oh." This was easier with Figwit. He could communicate without opening his mouth. Words were so weird. "Well, I don't know. She had help."

A bell was heard far off. The hair on Linwe's nape pricked. Eowyn looked up to see who the new customer was, and her eyes widened. "Lady Linwe," she said, "It's Princess Lothiriel!"

Unexpected! "Act natural," Linwe said.

"In a flower shop?" Eowyn made a face.

Within seconds, Lady Lothiriel and her train had joined them. The florist looked ready to faint at the sight of all of the noble ladies in his flower shop. He nearly started spraying himself.

"That's a pretty bunch," said Lothiriel. Her voice had an odd tone to it – whimsical and musical. It would be fascinating to hear her sing, thought Linwe. Her jet-black hair was neatly tied into very modest braids, and her neckline was high enough to bump into her chin, unlike Eowyn's utilitarian high collar, which only barely covered the purple hickeys of a new bride. Yet Lothiriel's eyes were bright and grey, and her lips her plump and dimpled. She would be very pretty, if she lowered that ridiculous collar.

"Yes," said Linwe. "Red carnations, for admiration, orange blossoms for eternal love and maybe even for marriage, and a single red blossomed rose for Love, sweet love. Oh yes," she stuck the multicolored tulips in, "For beautiful eyes."

"It sounds very romantic," said Lothiriel. "Can I smell it?"

Linwe shoved the bouquet towards her. Lothiriel closed her eyes as she sniffed them. "Very nice," she said, although it was clear she hadn't the slightest clue what was nice about them. Eowyn was sending her odd looks, and Lothiriel said, "If I may, who are you going to buy flowers for?"

Lothiriel blushed pink and lowered eyes, very maidenly. Eowyn's odd looks grew more and more significant. Linwe grinned widely at both the noble Ladies.

"We weren't going to buy them at all, Lady Lothiriel," said Linwe. "I find flower arranging to be very relaxing, that's all. What we were discussing was Eomer King."

All the ladies stared at her, Eowyn astonished and Lothiriel nearly red as red as the roses in Linwe's vase.

"What we were saying," said Linwe, "Was that even though he was such a handsome and hard-working and honorable and good sort of Man he couldn't go and rule an entire Golden kingdom all by himself. That he would need some sort of modest and hard-working and very, very, very pretty woman to help him. We were talking about what sort of people want to run such a golden and kind would land such as Rohan."

"Oh, yes," said Eowyn. "Linwe was telling me what a woman would see in my brother, because I don't know, I think the whole idea is weird in the first place. So she told me, a woman looking for eternal love and, um…beautiful eyes, would want the position as Queen of Rohan."

"And I've noticed lately," said Linwe, "That since Lady Eowyn's wedding he's been acting very strange."

"He has?" Eowyn looked surprised.

"Yes," said Linwe, "He has. Staying in his rooms a lot, staring dolefully out windows…"

"Oh, yes," said Eowyn, "He's always telling me that he's always wanted to visit the sea."

"He has?" Now Linwe was surprised.

"Yes," said Eowyn. "He has."

"Alright," said Linwe. "And anyway, we were role-playing. Trying to imagine what kind of flowers an admirer of Eomer would want to send him. Hmm." She slid the vase forward a little with the knuckles of her middle fingers. "Someone who admired his beautiful eyes and his calm and honorable ways. His very strong hands."

Eowyn glared at her.

"Just a thought," said Linwe. "Well, I'm famished. Shall we go to eat, Eowyn?"

"Excellent idea," said Eowyn, gathering up her skirts. She adjusted her collar so the discoloration wasn't quite so obvious. They stepped out into the sunny white city. "Except," she said, "That Faramir and I have arranged to have a private lunch together."

Linwe grinned. She wondered how much eating would actually take place at this private lunch. She glanced through the window as they walked past the rest of the shop. Lothiriel was placing Linwe's pre-selected bouquet on the florist's counter.

Linwe squealed with delight.

"What was that?" Eowyn asked.

"Nothing," said Linwe.

"Oh," said Eowyn. "It sounded odd, whatever it was."

Linwe laughed.