A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait! I had massive writer's block. Again, I'm very sorry for the wait, you have my permission to hit me over the head with inflatable hammers. Ahyhoo, on with the story!
Silweyn rolled over and groaned. She felt the sun hit her eyelids. She got up and groaned. Judging by the sun, it was probably about eleven in the morning. She stumbled to the basin and dowsed herself with cold water. No-one else would be up yet, apart from Merry and Pippin who would probably be having second breakfasts. Silweyn's stomach rumbled loudly. She pulled on some tunics and leggings gave her hair a quick brush. Made her bed, in what she thought was a neat way, but would actually take the maids twice as long to fix.
She made her way to the kitchen. On the way she met Legolas, who looked perfect as usual.
"Good morning Silweyn, on the way to the kitchen I presume?" As Silweyn's stomach gave another loud rumble.
Silweyn mumbled something along the lines of, "interfering busybody…"
"I take offence to that," Legolas said jokingly.
They had reached the kitchen. Silweyn fell on the food.
"I'm starving." She said through a mouthful of bread. After she'd finished, Legolas went off to find Gimli, muttering something about Gimli owing him some money and a drinking game.
Silweyn rolled her eyes and set off to the stables. She hadn't seen Callie, her horse, since she had got here. She wandered down, the air refreshed her. She entered the welcoming sound of the stables. Minas Tirith was still dead to the world after the celebrations went on to the early hours of the morning. Callie neighed happily when she saw her owner again.
"Hello, old friend." Silweyn muttered softly. The stables overlooked the Gondorian plains. "Fancy a gallop Call?" Silweyn asked. Callie neighed in reply. "Come on then." As Silweyn saddled her horse, she noticed the stall next to her was empty. Who else was out riding? Silweyn wondered. She led her horse to the gates of the City, signaled for them to be opened, climbed on Callie and began to ride. She started off with a slow trot, but soon she broke out into a gallop. The wind whipped her hair back off her face, it was better at waking her up than any breakfast. Callie was enjoying it as well. Silweyn loved going at a gallop. She loved how fast you went. The countryside flies past you; the wind stings your cheeks, blows through your hair. Silweyn slowed Callie down by a small pool where she could have a drink.She slid off Callie and dangled her feet in the water.
"Silweyn?" she turned. Eomer was behind her.
"Eomer. What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same question." He laughed
Silweyn shrugged. "Just fancied a ride." She said quietly. "Your horse was the one missing from the stable, I suppose?"
Eomer nodded. Silweyn looked back at the water remembering what happened between her and Eomer last night. She turned her head. Their eyes locked. Eomer suddenly leant forward and his lips were on hers as he kissed her hungrily. He grabbed her by the waist. Silweyn kissed back passionately. Eomer ran his fingers through her hair. Silweyn let out a small whimper. She wrapped her arms around him. They pulled away, both out of breath. Their faces were flushed. Silweyn leant forward and gave him three or four small kisses, she smiled against his lips.
"What are you smiling at?" he murmured in her ear, sending shivers through her spine.
"Nothing," she whispered quietly. She leant her head against his chest, looking out into the water. "The water looks lovely." She said. Suddenly, she was lifted up.
"Eomer! What are you doing? Put me down! Eomer! I-" but he chucked her in.
She re-emerged spluttering to be greeted by an Eomer with a cheeky smile on his face.
"What? You said it looked lovely." As Silweyn climbed out.
"You're right I did." Silweyn said sincerely. "In fact… It was so lovely, that… I think you should enjoy it too!" she laughed as she gave him a shove. He fell into the water, but not before he latched onto her arm and pulled her in as well. They both re-surfaced, laughing and spluttering. Callie neighed with surprise. They climbed out of the pool, dripping wet.
"We can't go back to Minas Tirith in these wet clothes. We'll have to wait until they dry off." She lay down in the sun, followed by Eomer, who lay down beside her. She closed her eyes, 'I mustn't… fall…asle-' Eomer turned as Silweyn's breathing got steadier and slower. She was asleep. He looked at her. Her hair, which was turning back to its brown colour was more golden brown than plain brown it had a reddish tinge to it as well. Her skin was clear, and her lips were large and a dark pinky colour. She turned in her sleep and curled up to him, but this seemed to wake her.
"Sorry, did I doze off?" she asked. He leant down and kissed her.
"Yes you did," he said as he leant his forehead against hers. She smiled and kissed him. When they broke apart, she said
"We'd better be getting back. They'll wonder where we are." Their clothes were now dry. She climbed onto Callie.
"Beat you back to the stables!" she said as she shot off.
They reached the stables, breathless, Eomer having just beaten her.
"No fair!" Silweyn cried. "You were suppose t let me win!" she pouted, but Eomer knew she was only pretending. He leant down and kissed her, so that she melted into his mouth. They knew there was no-one around, Minas Tirith was still asleep. They broke apart, with the stamp of the horses hooves. They unsaddled and brushed down their horses and gave them some food. Eomer was about to go when Silweyn grabbed him and gave him a strong, passionate kiss. Then she walked away, but just as she got to the stable door she turned and called: "See you at lunch!" leaving Eomer standing there a little dazed.
A/N: Thanks for reading, and please review, I appreciate all comments, though no flames please! An update will be up next week or sooner! Thanks for reading!