The light breeze caused some stray hairs to go dancing across her face. She watched as the elves approached Aragorn, and Legolas embraced him. Silweyn smiled to herself. She knew who the person was behind the elven banner so did Aragorn as hepulled Arwen into a passionate kiss. Silweyn clapped along with everyone else. She bowed as Aragorn and Arwen passed her. As she straightened up, she felt someone watching her. She turned her head, but couldn't see who it was. She joined the procession that followed Aragorn. She found herself standing next to Eomer. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. They walked on in silence until they reached the hobbits. Aragorn bowed low. Silweyn followed suit as did the rest of the courtiers and attendees of the coronation. As she bent down, her knees clicked. Silweyn groaned.
"I'm getting to old for this." Silweyn muttered.
"I assure you my lady, you are not." Eomer laughed lightly.
Silweyn straightened up again.
"Come friends!" Aragorn cried. "Let us hasten to the hall for food and drink."
"Excellent. I'm starving." Silweyn muttered to Eomer.
"As I have grown to know you Silweyn, I have become to now that you are practically always hungry." Silweyn pretended to be offended. Eomer opened his mouth to say something else, when Legolas appeared at Silweyn's arm.
"So, Silweyn, did that prepare you for what is coming?"
"Why? Am I being crowned?" asked Silweyn in surprise.
"Well, surely you will be crowned if your brother and father don't return soon?"
"I will cross that bridge when I come to it." Replied Silweyn coldly.
They reached the hall and all began to eat. Silweyn found herself next to Frodo.
"Frodo!" Silweyn cried. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of being introduced. I'm Silweyn. Your uncle managed to help defeat the dragon Smaug. The people of Arianon will be eternally grateful to him."
"Thank you. I have heard a lot about you form Aragorn and Gandalf."
Silweyn laughed. "I'm sure I have heard more about you than you have of me. But now, stop with this competition of who knows who. Tell me of the Shire."
Frodo thought for a moment. "It is a lush,green land. We hobbits live a simple life. As you can probably guess from Merry and Pippin, we do love our meals!" Silweyn turned her head to look at Merry and Pippin, who were on their fourth helpings of pie. Frodo continued to talk for about twenty minutes. He seemed out of breath once he had finished.
"But now," he said. "What of the lands of Arianon?"
"Well-," Silweyn began when:
"Silweyn?"
"Aragorn!" Silweyn cried. They embraced. Silweyn curtsied to Arwen who did the same back.
"Arwen," Aragorn said, "This is my dear friend Silweyn who comes form the realm of Arianon."
"I am eager to hear of your land Silweyn." She said smiling.
"As I am of yours, my Lady. I have visited the realms of Mirkwood, but never had the fortune to step across the threshold of Rivendell and Lothlorien."
"I will be glad to," Arwen smiled. "But, later perhaps? For there is much to tell."
"Of course my lady." Silweyn turned to Frodo, but he had been engaged in conversation with Gimli. People were beginning to dance. Silweyn suddenly felt very alone, even though the men of Arianon were around her. She felt a tap on her shoulder.
"May I have this dance?" Silweyn turned and met the eyes of Eomer.
"Of course." She said softly.
The dance was quite lively, but they appeared to have caught the end of it. The song switched to a slow one. Silweyn and Eomer continued to dance. Her head dropped onto Eomer's shoulder. Eomer smiled down at the head. The song changed once more to a lively one.
"Eomer? I'm stealing her for this dance!" Legolas said. Silweyn smiled and took her head off Eomer's shoulder.
5 hours later, the celebrations were still going on. Silweyn could not see them stopping anytime soon. She slipped outside for a breath of fresh air. People were milling around outside, but Silweyn slipped down into the gardens of Minas Tirith. It was quiet here, peaceful. The moon was bright but often covered by cloud for lengthy periods of time.
"Silweyn?' It was Eomer. "What are you doing in these gardens by yourself?" Silweyn shrugged. Eomer sat down beside her. They sat in peace for a while. Eomer shifted beside her. Silweyn turned their noses were almost touching. At that point the moon was covered by a cloud. Silweyn felt Eomer's lips press against hers. She responded. She slipped her arms around his neck as he slipped his around her waist. She could feel his tongue against her lips as if asking permission to explore. She obeyed. They were like this for an indefinite amount of time until they both came up for air, just as the moon came out. Silweyn's face was flushed, but she was smiling. Eomer held her chin with his hand and gave her a soft, loving kiss. He could feel Silweyn's lips curved in a smile. She rested her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like this for a while, just content to be in each others company.
"We had better be getting back soon, otherwise we will be missed at the party." Said Silweyn. She felt Eomer sigh. She gave him another kiss. "This is for real isn't it? You're not just pulling me along? These kisses mean something don't they?"
Eomer looked at her oddly.
"Of course they mean something." He said softly. "I have never met anyone like you before Silweyn, even though I've only known you a short time, I feel like I know you better than anyone. Even though I don't. You make me feel… happy. Just by being there." Silweyn smiled up at him.
"It's the same for me." She whispered. Eomer kissed her again.
"Come on, we'd better be getting back," she said when they broke for air.
"I'm just going to stay here for a bit longer." Said Eomer. Silweyn nodded and set off for the palace.
'Silweyn! Where have you been?" It was Eowyn.
"Well, I…"
"Have you seen my brother anywhere?"
"No." Silweyn lied.
"Silweyn, there's someone I'd like you to meet." It was Faramir. "Silweyn, this is Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth and his daughter, Lothloriel." Silweyn curtsied.
"Imrahil, Lothloriel, this is Silweyn. Leader of the people of Arianon."
"Arianon use to be a great realm. Until it fell into decay." Said Imrahil gravely.
"It will be a great realm again, one day." Replied Silweyn curtly. Lothloriel was incredibly pretty and gracious. Her hair was wispy and golden and her eyes were of the deepest blue. Her beauty had been compared with Arwen. Silweyn felt dowdy and plump next to her.
"Of course, no-one knows when Arianon will be a great realm again. It could be centuries." Said Lothloriel. She sounded rather haughty as if Silweyn had no rank at all.
"I assure you, it will not." Said Silweyn through gritted teeth.
"We will see."
"Yes. You shall."
Aragorn walked up to them He saw the glares the two women were shooting each other. He felt he could cut the tension between them with a knife.
No-one really knew why, but an instant hatred sparked off between Silweyn and Lothloriel, by just looking at each other.
"…Silweyn, come and meet Elrond. He is Arwen's father."
He pulled Silweyn away. "Are you already trying to set up a war?" he said jokingly. "I've only been King for a day. Have you seen Eomer by the way?"
"No." Aragorn saw straight through Silweyn's lie.
"Yes you have."
"Only during the dancing." Aragorn looked at Silweyn strangely. He knew Silweyn was lying, but wondered why she wasn't telling him.
At that moment, Eomer himself walked through the doors.
"Eomer! There you are," cried Aragorn. "Faramir wants you to meet someone." Eomer caught Silweyn's eye and smiled. Silweyn smiled back.
"You like him don't you?" said Legolas
"Yes." Said Silweyn. 'I mean. No! What gave you that idea?"
"Nice try Silweyn, but I can read you like a book. I saw you slipping down to the gardens. Followed later by Eomer."
Silweyn blushed.
"Be quiet, Legolas." Hissed Silweyn. "It's none of your business."
"Oh but it is."
Silweyn gave him a light slap on the cheek. Legolas pretended to look hurt.
"I demand a subject change!" cried Silweyn.
"Fair enough. Will you have this dance, my lady?"
"Of course." Laughed Silweyn. But she couldn't help notice Eomer was talking deeply with Lothloriel. Silweyn shook it out of her mind and laughed at Legolas expression.
"I thought we were meant to be dancing, my Prince?" asked Silweyn. Legolas just rolled his eyes causing Silweyn to laugh because he always looked hilarious when he did that, as he couldn't do it and he went cross-eyed.
"Come on, let's dance." Said Silweyn. Her mind however, still on Eomer.