Chapter 4
One amusing aspect of the departure of Eomer and Eowyn was Morlach's reversion to his usual ill temper. Amrothos had attempted to follow Eomer's example by giving forceful commands, but it was clear that Morlach did not find him so intimidating as the king had been. Amrothos' efforts were summarily ignored and Morlach soon ruled the roost in this new house, keeping everyone on their toes.
Since Morwen was to be with them some time, Lothiriel thought it best not to subject everyone to Morlach on a regular basis. She arranged for a large enclosure to occupy a portion of the garden. Each morning she would deposit Morlach inside for several hours, and then do so again in the afternoon. He had protested mightily at first, but when she did not heed him he finally reconciled himself to the exile. Even so, he expressed his displeasure with a good deal of digging, and Lothiriel was painfully aware of how much repair would need doing to the garden once he was gone.
Life had settled into something of a routine by the time Eomer was due to arrive in July. On Mid-year's Day, the king had wed Lady Arwen, an elf woman who arrived with a large riding of elves the day before. All had been stunned by this new development, and though there was much disgruntlement among the ladies at the loss of so eligible a marital prospect, all were delighted by the hope of an heir to the throne.
The elves, and other visitors to the king, were planning for the trip to Rohan, so there was much preparation taking place. Additionally, Faramir and Elessar had organized loads of supplies to be taken, both to help with the keeping of so many guests while at Edoras, but also the surplus to be left behind to aid the Mark in its recovery.
With the journey to Rohan foremost in everyone's minds, it prompted Lothiriel to broach a subject that had been in her thoughts ever since meeting Eomer and Eowyn. As she sat with Morwen one afternoon, only a couple of days before Eomer's expected arrival, she took the opportunity to inquire.
"My lady, if I may ask, why did you leave Rohan and not return?" Lothiriel queried hesitantly, uncertain how the question would be received, since an explanation had never been offered.
With a heavy sigh, Morwen closed her eyes, increasing Lothiriel's discomfort, though she did not feel she could excuse herself from the room with the query hanging between them. At length, Morwen brought her gaze to bear upon the girl and nodded. "Yes, I suppose it should be known. There have long been whispered speculations, but the full truth ought to be told to someone before I am gone and it is lost. Perhaps, when they are more willing to hear it, you will share it with my grandchildren."
She fell silent for several long minutes before beginning. "My life has not been an easy one. I married a man much older than I was, though I loved him dearly. We lived in Gondor during the early part of our marriage, only returning to his homeland when his father died. My children were born in each place: three in Gondor and two in the Mark. Despite Thengel being ruler there, we both were very much attached to Gondor, and visited often. Possibly because of that, two of my daughters married men of Gondor. Minleoth lived at Minas Tirith and Ethelwyn in Lossarnach. Tamleoth never found a man that suited her and so never married at all.
"But gradually my life began to unravel. My father passed away in 2972, and then my only brother was killed by corsairs while traveling to Dol Amroth. His ship was attacked and none were left alive. My mother had died several years previously, as had my brother's wife, so that left only me of our family since my brother had no children. Then tragedy struck even closer to home when my beloved Thengel died in 2980. I did my best to hold together what little was left of my dear ones, especially since Theoden needed me more than ever to care for his only son and heir. Orcs were becoming an increasing worry and my son was much occupied in trying to keep the Mark safe. But my woes were not over."
She lapsed into thoughtful silence, and Lothiriel considered what she had learned so far. Certainly it drew a much different picture than the vague one she had always imagined from what little she knew. "So why would you leave if you were needed at Edoras?" she asked, confused by that point. "Surely your help in rearing Theodred was necessary for many years."
"It was," Morwen acknowledged, "but when the boy reached manhood, there was little more that I could do for him. He joined an eored and was beginning his training for battle. I would have seen very little of him. By that time, Minleoth had already succumbed to death due to complications of childbirth. She had married late in life and it took even longer for her to conceive a child. Neither she nor the babe survived. Just a few years later, Tamleoth was traveling to the Hornburg to visit friends there when their party was attacked by orcs. Only a couple of men survived the assault. Mercifully, my daughter was killed quickly and not made to suffer torment at the hands of those beasts.
"And, so, when Ethelwyn fell ill in 2994, Theodred was grown and Theoden had come into his own as king. I felt my place should be in Lossarnach, caring for my daughter. Not long after I arrived, her only child – a little girl – also became ill. Despite all that the Healers could do, they were not spared. The fever took a great many people that winter. For a time, I helped my grieving son-in-law, but eventually I moved into my family's home and have remained there ever since. I had no heart for traveling any farther, and the home of my childhood gave me some little comfort in those dark times. I did long to see my remaining children again, and enjoy their children, but it seemed too great a distance to go, and they never managed to come visit me. Eventually, I think we all stopped trying and just accepted the way things were. Then Theodwyn and Eomund were lost to me as well, and my grief consumed me. I could not face returning there. I know I am considered cold and unfeeling for this decision, but I assure you it was not made lightly, and I am not entirely without regret. But I cannot change the past, and we all must accept it."
Morwen's face, always so smooth and calm, now was etched with the accumulation of grief she had known over her long life. Impulsively, Lothiriel caught one of the old woman's hands between her own. The gesture earned her a warm smile of gratitude, then Morwen said tiredly, "I feel a headache coming on, my dear. Would you be so kind as to fetch a cool cloth while I lie down?"
"Certainly!" Lothiriel quickly assured her, as they both rose. Once she was certain Morwen was steady, Lothiriel moved away to the kitchen while the older woman walked slowly toward her room.
This new information certainly altered Lothiriel's view of the situation. She could not even conceive of losing eleven family members in a mere thirty years, and now another two had been killed during this great War that was just fought. The immensity of the sorrow Morwen carried would likely have destroyed a lesser woman. Lothiriel hoped that one day her grandchildren would seek to know the truth and realize the great disservice they had shown her.
Over the next few days, Morwen was subdued and Lothiriel was sorry if her questions had dredged up painful memories. Still, as she had said, the truth needed to be known before Morwen was gone and could no longer tell her side of it.
Some packing had already taken place, but with Eomer planning to be in the White City for several days, there was no rush. His arrival was met with much cheering, as Gondor had not forgotten their great debt to the Rohirrim. On this visit, he had been invited to stay at the king's house, and a feast was held in his honor the night of his arrival.
Though Morwen had been included as a guest, by late afternoon she had decided against attending, not feeling equal to a walk to the upper level. It seemed to Lothiriel that more and more she was beginning to show her age, and she wondered how much longer Morwen would be with them.
When Imrahil's family arrived that evening for supper and were greeted by Eomer, Lothiriel saw Eomer's eyebrow rise questioningly as he noticed Morwen was not in their midst. Not waiting for him to inquire, she offered, "I hope you will excuse your grandmother, my lord. The walk up the hill was more than she could face this evening. Perhaps one night you will join us for supper at our house so she may greet you properly."
Eomer gave a noncommittal nod in response, sparking a momentary irritation in her. She did wish he would make more effort, even if it was not for her to judge. However, knowing Morwen so well, and very much liking the lady, she was sorry he could not admit to his grandmother's good qualities and forget old grievances. His momentary flashes of concern for Morwen were quickly suppressed and not pursued, though they did not escape Lothiriel's notice. She suspected his natural inclination was toward a sympathy he was too stubborn to admit.
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The morning of their departure, Imrahil arranged for a cart to carry Morwen down to meet her carriage at the gates an hour before everyone else set out. He realized the streets would soon be crowded and it was best to be ahead of Eomer's party. Lothiriel accompanied her, intending to begin the day riding in the carriage. She was unused to riding for extended periods, and thought it best to only make use of her horse for an hour or so each day.
Morlach's carrier had once again been covered to keep him silent, and Imrahil's stablemaster had given Lothiriel a mild sedative to mix in his food if she deemed it necessary to calm him further during the journey. She had been tempted to try to talk Morwen into leaving him at Minas Tirith, but without Morwen there to control him, she knew he would be impossible for the servants to manage. And, considering his relationship with Eomer, she suspected he might prove better behaved in their company than if left behind.
The weather had warmed considerably in recent weeks, and it only got hotter the farther they traveled along the Great West Road. At least there was a breeze that helped somewhat, but it was sticky and unpleasant most of the time. Imrahil's large, airy pavilion was welcome in the evening, blocking out the setting sun but allowing the breeze to blow through. Erchirion had acquired a small bed that could be readily dismantled and put together again. It enabled Morwen to sleep off the ground, for which she was most grateful. She and Lothiriel shared the back portion of the tent while the rest of the family occupied the front, separated from each other by cloth partitions.
The tent was to serve a dual purpose: shelter during their travel and housing upon their arrival. Imrahil and Morwen would be given rooms, and Lothiriel was to stay with Morwen, but Amrothos and Erchirion were going to set up the tent outside the city walls so as not to occupy much-needed accommodations. With so many guests in attendance, they were not the only ones to do so, and only those of the highest rank or with special needs were given actual rooms within Edoras. Faramir could have requested a room, but elected to stay with his cousins in order to set an example for others. Consequently, the burden was eased for Eowyn in housing the visitors.
Perhaps because they would soon be leaving Middle-earth for Valinor, the elves were more sociable, and Faramir took every opportunity to talk with them and learn as much as he could first hand. He knew that a great deal of the time Eowyn would be too busy to share his company, but he was well able to occupy the day. Being here also gave him the chance to learn of Rohan and its people. He had never been able to travel much or so freely as he would have liked, and it was an added delight to now have that opportunity.
Lothiriel split her time between attending Morwen and trying to assist Eowyn in any way that she could, though the latter had the situation too well in hand to much accept her offers. When neither woman needed her, Lothiriel wandered down to the encampment to visit her family and took a look at the town along the way there.
She had wondered how Morwen felt about her return to Rohan after so many years, but the woman had confided little during the course of their journey. A brief stopover at Aldburg had been made, and she seemed to enjoy seeing Betersel once more. It wasn't until two days after their arrival at Meduseld, though, that she finally offered to share her feelings. Lothiriel had dinner brought to their room, as Morwen found the Hall too boisterous with so many guests eating there.
When they finished eating, Morwen pushed her plate away and leaned back thoughtfully in her chair, sipping at some wine. "It is the same, and different," she mused aloud, causing Lothiriel to look up.
"Edoras?" the girl clarified.
"Edoras, Meduseld, even Aldburg – the whole of the Mark. Some part of me thought nothing would have changed, but that was a foolish notion. But one thing has not changed – the Eorlingas are much the same people as they ever were. Honest and plain-spoken. Most are too young to know of me personally, but those that do are watching me warily, wondering at my sudden return. They dare not speak of it, but they watch and wonder," she said.
"That is only natural, I am sure. Do you think Eomer King has told them anything of your situation?" Lothiriel asked.
"I do not know. I suspect not. He does not seem to be one who speaks much of private matters. Possibly Eowyn has been more forthcoming. Have you heard anyone say anything?" Morwen inquired, glancing at Lothiriel.
"No," Lothiriel admitted, "though I do not get a sense of…anger or disappointment. If anything, I believe they are mostly just curious."
"Mmmm, perhaps," Morwen murmured. "And what of Eomer – how do the people view him?" she asked, changing the subject. "Tell me what you have seen," Morwen instructed, relaxing in her chair and resting her head on the back.
"I have only had a few occasions to see Eomer King out among the people," Lothiriel replied thoughtfully, "but when I have, he seems much at ease with them and they with him. There is almost a warmth between them, though that is not quite the right word – perhaps 'warm regard' is better. They like and admire him, but they also have great respect for him, both as a man and as their king. Not all rulers are able to achieve such. I know my father has accomplished it to some extent, but he has lived and ruled in far different circumstances. Both Eomer and King Elessar are men who have lived and worked among the people, and then risen to their present position, whereas my father was born and lived in the ruling house from the very beginning. I think…I think it will prove a very good thing in the new age to have kings who are so well acquainted with the lives of their people. They will better know how to wisely see to their needs. And both have earned their adulation, not merely received it by way of inheritance."
Morwen's eyes were closed as she listened to Lothiriel's discourse, but she nodded at the wisdom of the girl's remarks. "Yes, that is very true. The people will forgive them a few false steps in their ruling if they already respect and admire their kings. It gives said kings more time to learn their way and take on the new challenges they face, without opposition." She paused, in thought, then added, "I am pleased to hear it. Certainly within Meduseld, it is plain that he has earned their respect, and even their love. That will serve him in good stead as king. And despite his youth, they seem to trust him. That can be more difficult to accomplish, but a sober man such as he likely makes it easier."
"From what I have heard," Lothiriel told her, "he has been serving the Mark since he came of age. Eowyn says he joined an eored then and his natural abilities quickly drew notice. Your son made him Third Marshal at just twenty-six years, a very young age for such a responsibility."
"Yes," Morwen acknowledged, "and I was told by Betersel that he more than met the challenge. A good thing, too, with Grima plying his treachery at Meduseld. Theodred would have needed someone he could trust watching over the East-mark while he marshaled the West-mark." She paused, then said softly, "My dear Theodred. How I wish I might have seen him once more. For all the grimness our world faced, he kept a cheery outlook and ready smile. I do not believe anything warmed my heart so much as hearing his laughter ringing through the Golden Hall. I wish you could have known him."
She smiled then and gave a chuckle. "And it seems very odd to be in Meduseld with Thorongil here once more, only him now a king in his own right! Did you know that he attended me when Theodwyn was born? She was breech and for a time it did not seem as though I would survive the birthing, but he had elvish training in the healing arts. Through his intervention, both Theodwyn and I pulled through after a long and difficult labor."
"Indeed! Our King is a man of many talents, it would seem," Lothiriel answered. "But, then, he did aid those with the Black Breath. I should not be surprised. With all that he has done in his life, I almost wonder if he will not find it too tame being king and sitting in meetings all the time. I cannot deny his regal bearing, but such a man seems to belong out of doors, do you not think?"
"Aye," Morwen agreed, "but the same might also be said of Eomer. I am not sure he will settle easily into his new role as king either. Perhaps that they are such good friends will enable them to help one another make the transition. I do not doubt that both have the ability, but I think they will struggle at times with the confinement of it all."
"Still, Eomer may have the easier time of it," Lothiriel observed. "In Gondor, we like to safely lock up our kings in pearly towers, so none may endanger them. Here, I see Eomer able to walk freely about the town. I cannot imagine Elessar being permitted such freedom. At least a half dozen guards would need to attend him on any outing within the City, and more if he stepped outside the gates!"
Morwen laughed deeply, greatly amused by this assessment. "True, and can you fathom any man less in need of such personal protection than Elessar? That he has lived so long, ranging all over Middle-earth and even facing down the Dark Lord in his lair, is a testament to his survival skills. If he were attacked, I think it more likely he would rescue his guards than the reverse!"
The mood had lightened considerably with this final topic of conversation, and Lothiriel was pleased to see Morwen looking relaxed. She had never known the woman to be so tense and close-mouthed as she had been since arriving at Edoras. She was glad they had cleared the air with their discussion. Hopefully, now the lady would feel free to voice any concerns that might be troubling her.
Morlach was nudging at Morwen's hand and she commented, "I believe he needs to go outside. Will you take him, dear?"
"Of course," Lothiriel replied, rising from her chair.
Morlach in Rohan had been a marvel. If he had thought the king of Rohan was intimidating, he found that the man's home was no less so. The much larger dogs that lived here viewed the terrier as nothing more than a tasty morsel, and Lothiriel felt sure that if she put Morlach down in the Golden Hall and turned her back momentarily, he would be gone in a single gulp. For Morlach's part, he had recognized his own insignificance here, and was more than content to shelter in Lothiriel's arms or close to her side when out of Morwen's room. And Lothiriel was grateful that he had enough sense not to challenge the other dogs and make it difficult for her to keep him safe. Eomer's dogs were well trained and left Morlach alone while he was with Lothiriel, but it was clear they desired to find the pampered pooch on his own for even the briefest second.
The result of all this was that Morlach's manners were greatly improved, and Lothiriel found she almost liked the little dog. In fact, his manners were so much better that she was almost tempted to let a servant tend to him, except that she did not wish to add to the burdens of Meduseld's staff. Tending all the guests was more work than usual, and she had time to deal with Morlach. Occasionally Halgeth would see to the dog when Lothiriel was otherwise occupied, but she had enough to do in caring for Morwen, and with few responsibilities here, Lothiriel was far more at leisure to handle the task.
Lothiriel had found an unkempt garden out behind Meduseld. It was much overgrown and badly needed tending, though she could understand why it might have fallen into such a forgotten state in recent years when there were more pressing concerns. It was quiet and secluded, and made a good place for Morlach's sojourns with nature.
While attaching the strap to Morlach's collar, Lothiriel mentioned to Morwen where it was that she took the little dog, and the older woman's eyes brightened. "Indeed? I shall come with you," she announced, unexpectedly shoving up from her chair.
The pair made their way down a side passage that a servant had kindly shown Lothiriel so she could avoid going through the Hall where the household dogs were in residence. As Lothiriel pushed open the outer door and Morwen stepped into the light, she gave a gasp, causing Lothiriel to glance curiously at her.
"My garden – my beautiful garden!" Morwen exclaimed softly, gazing with dismay at the untended ground. She moved slowly out onto the terrace, perusing the disarray before her. "This used to be one of the finest gardens ever seen, even in Gondor," she murmured, "and just look at it now!" She fingered some leaves on a withered plant, and they crumbled at her touch.
Setting Morlach on his feet, Lothiriel moved up beside her, laying a consoling arm around her shoulders. "I am sure it will be again. With the War now ended, such frivolous matters can draw more attention. I am sure this neglect was not by design or intent."
"No, of course not, but still it saddens me. It seems to symbolize the decline in the great house of Eorl. I almost feel that the Mark cannot be renewed until this is," Morwen opined.
"Then let us make a start on it," Lothiriel said decisively. "I shall ask Eowyn if I may work here until we depart. Doing a little each day should see some progress, and perhaps it will inspire them to continue once we are gone."
Morwen smiled gratefully at her, but asked, "Are you sure you wish to do that? This will take a great deal of work. I did not mean to suggest –"
"I know what you meant, and yes I do wish to do this. It shall be my small contribution to the Mark's restoration. If you will watch Morlach for a few moments, I shall go speak to Eowyn now."
Morwen nodded agreeably, and took the dog's leash as Lothiriel went back inside. It did not take long to locate Eowyn, in the main Hall arranging supper with the cook. Lothiriel caught her eye, and when she finished, Eowyn signaled her over. "Lothiriel! I have had so little time for you since your arrival – there has been much to do. You have settled in well?"
"Quite," Lothiriel assured her, "but there is a matter I would mention to you." She quickly explained her discovery of the garden and desire to improve it during her stay. "Would that be acceptable to you?"
Eowyn hesitated, glancing in the direction of Eomer's study as if wondering what he might say on the subject, but then smiled. "Of course, if you wish, but it is not necessary. We were eventually intending to restore it ourselves."
"I am sure you were, but there are more pressing matters at hand for you," Lothiriel assured her. "I will do what little I can and it will give you a start. Perhaps there is a widow who needs employment and could carry on after I am gone. Oh, and would it be possible to carry a chair out there? Lady Morwen established the garden and would enjoy sitting with me as I work to tend it."
Eowyn's smile tightened at this news, but at length she merely shrugged. "That can be arranged. But are you certain she has not persuaded you to do something you do not wish? You did not come here to work, you know."
Lothiriel smiled sincerely. "No, the idea was all mine, though she appreciates it. As to the work, well I enjoy gardening anyway, and this shall be my small effort on Rohan's behalf. I wish I could do more to help you recover. Your people have suffered so very much."
Eowyn was visibly moved and reached out to clasp Lothiriel's arm. "Thank you! That is most kind. If all were so solicitous we would be back on our feet in no time. I will have a chair and gardening tools brought within the hour. Do you have gloves?"
"Only my riding gloves. If you have something more appropriate, I would appreciate it. And a cloth to kneel upon."
"Part of the reason the garden is in such disrepair is that the gardener retired and was never replaced. He still lives in town and I believe he would be willing to direct what is needed, even if he is no longer able to do the actual work himself," Eowyn explained. "I will send word to him now and let you know when all is in readiness."
"Thank you!" Lothiriel said, "and now I must go check on Morwen and Morlach. She will be ready to sit down, and likely he will need more of a walk than she could give him." Excusing herself, she moved away, and Eowyn watched her go.
She had mixed emotions about all of this. While Eowyn liked Lothiriel a great deal, the woman's relationship with her grandmother put a damper on things. If she saw Morwen through Lothiriel's eyes, perhaps things would be different, but it was not so. With Lothiriel, Morwen was clearly warm and engaging, and yet she had distanced herself from her own grandchildren. A guilty niggling at the back of Eowyn's thoughts reminded her Morwen had made friendly overtures since their being reunited with her in Lossarnach, and met only rebuff from the siblings. Eowyn did not like feeling guilty, nor think she should. The situation was of Morwen's making, not hers. If anyone should feel guilty it was her grandmother. Refusing to consider the matter any longer, she shoved her vexing thoughts away and went to fetch someone to deal with Lothiriel's request.
Eowyn was not entirely unprepared the next morning when the outburst came. "Eowyn! Why is Lady Lothiriel working in our garden? Was this Morwen's doing?" Eomer demanded.
"Lothiriel assured me that the idea was her own, and I took her at her word," Eowyn replied mildly, crossing her arms in defiance of his anger. "If she wishes to please Morwen with such an act, that is no concern of ours, Brother. Let her do it if that is her desire."
"It is inappropriate!" Eomer snapped. "She is Imrahil's daughter and a guest in our house!"
"A guest who asked to be allowed to do this. It would be rude to refuse her!" Eowyn retorted. "Especially since she is Imrahil's daughter! If you think you can change her mind about it, by all means, attempt to do so!"
Eomer turned on his heel and stormed away. This wasn't really about Lothiriel anyway. With the funeral now upon them, his nerves were raw. Every little thing seemed to irritate him these past few days, and Morwen presuming to make herself at home at Meduseld after all these years was just another annoyance added to all the others. That Lothiriel was assisting her in doing so was beyond belief. He had thought the girl had some sense, even if his grandmother did not. He did not want to risk a confrontation, so he moved to his study and sequestered himself there for the next hour until he could calm his agitation. No matter what Morwen did to provoke his anger, even using Lothiriel to accomplish it, he did not wish to offend Imrahil. The Prince and his family were innocent in this matter and Eomer did not want to take his problems out on them.
By the noonday meal, Eomer had his temper under control once more. He had spent the morning steeling himself for what was to come. There was an hour's ease after the meal for all to rest and ready themselves, and then the slow trek began to the burial mounds. A small cart had taken Morwen down the hill directly after the meal, and she waited in Imrahil's tent until the appointed time. Amrothos had hauled a small chair out for her use and she was situated front and center where the mourners gathered. During the funeral proceedings, she revealed nothing of her emotions, but Lothiriel kept a hand upon her shoulder throughout, knowing how difficult this must be.
When the ceremony was concluded, and all began to return to Edoras after the tomb was closed, Morwen murmured gratefully, "Thank you, dear girl. A mother is not meant to outlive her children, yet here lies my last one. And I am likely to join them soon enough. But I am pleased to see how much Eomer and Eowyn cared for their uncle. I should have been greatly disappointed if Theoden had not engendered such feeling in his sister's children."
Lothiriel's grip tightened briefly in understanding, but she said nothing, and they silently remained where they were for several minutes. At length, Morwen patted her hand and sighed. "I am ready to go back, if you will fetch the cart, my dear."
With a gesture, Lothiriel signaled to the waiting servants, and they were soon settled and making the trek upward. The main hall was crowded with those wishing to greet the king and offer condolences, so they circled around the edge and made their way to their room as quickly as possible. With a sigh of relief, Morwen sank onto her bed and stretched out. "One would not think such a thing could be so tiring, but I suppose it is the emotion that saps all one's energy. I will rest until supper, I think. Go and join the others if you wish, my dear. I shall be fine on my own, and I am sure Halgeth will be looking in momentarily, as soon as she learns we are returned."
"Very well," Lothiriel replied. "Do you need anything before I go? Water, food?"
"No, nothing. Just rest. Just rest," she murmured, her breathing already beginning to deepen.
For a moment, Lothiriel simply gazed upon her. She wished there was more she could do to help Morwen make peace with her grandchildren. Stretched out as she was almost gave the appearance that she herself had died, and it was very possible it would not be many years before that was the case. She very much hoped they would set aside their precious pride before it was too late and all they had were regrets. Turning slowly away, she slipped quietly out the door.
By the time for supper, the mood was already shifting from mournful to fond remembrances of the former king. During the meal, which Lothiriel was pleased Morwen felt up to attending, songs were sung in his honor and all around the hall stories were being told by those who had known him.
It was the custom to drink to the memory of all the kings, and this was the opportunity for the people of Rohan to formally acknowledge Eomer as the new leader of the Mark. After all the kings had been named down to Theoden, the cups were refilled and all rose to drink and exclaim, "Hail, Éomer, King of the Mark!" Eowyn's eyes were bright with pride for her brother, and Lothiriel saw Morwen inconspicuously brush away a tear.
Then, as the night drew to a close, Eomer attended to a happier matter – the betrothal of his sister to Faramir. It was reassuring that all readily drank and cheered this development too. The betrothal signaled the end of the festivities, and the crowd slowly began to disperse. Many of the guests took themselves off to their beds, though it fell to Eomer and Eowyn to stay until the last. Surprisingly, Morwen remained also.
A last cup of wine was poured for those who desired it among their small group. Aragorn and Arwen had departed, but Imrahil and his family lingered, as did Faramir. They sipped their wine in tired silence for several moments, until Morwen chose to speak.
"My granddaughter is marrying the Steward of Gondor, and will be made Princess of Ithilien. I look forward to seeing such a uniting of Gondor and the Mark," she observed with satisfaction.
"I am so pleased to be marrying in accordance with your high expectations!" Eowyn snapped churlishly, crossing her arms as a reflection of her anger. For her, the comment had ruined the bliss of the last hour, even though Faramir's arm tightened around her consolingly.
Though Eomer had taken the remark in the same way Eowyn evidently had, still he felt rather embarrassed by her retort. "Eowyn," he murmured warningly.
Morwen gave a heavy sigh, and let her commanding gaze pin Eowyn in place. "I was only saying that I am pleased to have the old alliances renewed. For too long has there been distrust and variance between these two lands. Though I realize you and Faramir marry for love, and I am delighted it is so, there is no denying the resulting political implications are favorable," she said firmly.
Eowyn had the good grace to blush, though she offered no apology. Seeking to lighten the tense mood that had come upon them, Faramir smiled teasingly down at Eowyn and said, "Certainly I cannot object to closer relations between our two lands! I have never seen anything so glorious as the lovely shieldmaiden who rode out of the North!"
His efforts succeeded in that most of the party burst into laughter at the remark. None doubted its sincerity, and even Eowyn seemed moved by it. A grin twitched reluctantly at her mouth, until at length she chose to ignore her grandmother and focus on the man beside her who was to be her husband.
Eomer was relieved that the situation had eased, and decided it was the right moment to make a strategic withdrawal before anything else could be said to cause difficulties. "I will bid you all a good night then. It has been a very long day," he announced, excusing himself with a bow, and the others began to speak words of farewell also, following his example.
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The days after the funeral were more relaxed than those preceding it. Most of the guests from Gondor set out back to their home, though the large party of Elves were to accompany the Fellowship to their parting. They remained at Edoras three days longer and then set off. Eomer and Eowyn were greatly saddened to be parting from their hobbit friends, not knowing when they might see one another again.
Eomer had invited Imrahil and his family to remain longer and not leave until Aragorn returned for Arwen on his way back to Minas Tirith. It was readily agreed upon, though the king was not so delighted that the invitation necessarily had to include Morwen as well. For the most part, however, she had been staying out of the way since the night of the funeral feast and her ill-advised words. He had learned from Erchirion that she and Lothiriel spent a great deal of time in the garden, and though he was curious to see what progress had been made, he was reluctant to go and look while they might be there. Eowyn offered no reports, so he suspected she was avoiding it as well. Plus, with the departure of so many guests, she had more time available to spend with Faramir.
Imrahil's sons and the Steward had moved into vacated rooms at Meduseld rather than continuing to camp outside the walls. Their company was so agreeable, Eomer found that he was sorry to see their visit nearing an end. It would be quiet indeed, and even a little lonely, once everyone was gone. He tried to make the most of their remaining time together, and seeming to sense his mood, Imrahil put forth every effort to cheer him with activity.
Lothiriel had mentioned playing the harp, and Imrahil pressed his daughter to entertain them in the evenings as they sat around talking after supper. She readily did so, though she was rather out of practice and unused to the small lap harps they used in Rohan. Once she became accustomed to the unfamiliar instrument, she played beautifully. Just as with her storytelling, Lothiriel put a great deal of feeling and expression into her music. Eomer found himself completely caught up, whether by a lover's lament or songs of the sea. Something about the tunes of Dol Amroth was soothing to his soul, or perhaps it was merely the way Lothiriel presented them. He did not know which was true, but it mattered not. He would enjoy it while it lasted.
As the time drew near for Aragorn's return, Eomer noticed that his grandmother seemed to watch him and Eowyn a great deal, though she kept silent. She had spoken little to either of them, or in their company, since Eowyn had reacted so poorly to her observation earlier. Talk flowed around her, and she would respond when spoken to, but Morwen did not volunteer to contribute to most conversations.
In some ways, as she looked at the siblings, her gaze almost seemed hungry, and though it was an incredible notion to him, he got the impression she was hoarding away as many memories and images of her grandchildren as she could before leaving. He did not like the fact that the realization made him feel guilty, as did the chastising glances that Lothiriel frequently gave him. As far as those two were concerned, they would not depart soon enough.
On the other hand, he had finally been able to slip out to the garden when they were not there, and was overwhelmed by what had been accomplished in so short a time. Most of the weeds were gone and now the plants did not look so choked for air. Paths had been cleared once more to enable a person to walk among the beds, though the farthest reaches still required a good deal of work. But what could be readily seen from the back exit onto the terrace was drastically improved, and for that he must thank them. He knew Morwen had done little more than supervise the proceedings while Lothiriel did the work, but still it was a marvel.
It had long saddened him to see the place so overgrown. As a child, he had played here when his mother would bring them to visit his uncle, and he had developed a great fondness for it. Later, when they came to live at Meduseld after the death of their parents, he and Eowyn had found solace in the solitude there.
Once he had seen the result of her hard work, Eomer knew that he must approach Lothiriel and let her know how much he appreciated what she had done. He could not let his enmity with Morwen prevent his being courteous. Certainly a daughter of a prince had no need to be toiling in physical labor as she clearly had, but he could only feel grateful that she had done so to this effect.
He seized the opportunity the next morning. Aragorn was expected in the next day or two, so he did not wish to leave this too long. After the morning meal, he asked to speak with her, and they walked out onto the terrace, circling around to the side of the hall for a moment's privacy in their conversation.
"I must thank you for our garden," he told her sincerely. "It has not looked so well in many years, and I have long regretted that, though it was not in my power to deal with before this. I intended to find someone eventually who would dig it out, but other concerns were more urgent."
"You are most welcome," she replied with a smile. "But it is really Lady Morwen whom you should thank. I had spent time there and was saddened by the condition of the garden, but not until I witnessed her complete dismay was I inspired to offer my services."
His jaw tightened at the mention of his grandmother, and Lothiriel noticed. She had resisted pushing either the king or his sister to make amends with Morwen, but now she was too irritated for caution. "Why do you despise her so? What has she done to you?"
"She abandoned the Mark, and her own family!" Eomer exclaimed, amazed that she didn't already understand the situation by now.
Lothiriel gave him a withering look. "I hope," she said firmly, "that now you are king of Rohan, you will show greater fairness in the judgement of your people than you have for your grandmother. Things are not always as they appear on the surface, and those who judge would do well to seek the truth before carving their judgements in stone!" She turned angrily away, unable to suppress the tears that slipped from her eyes. Morwen did not deserve this callous treatment from her own kindred, but all of them were too stubborn to simply sit down and talk out their grievances. She truly believed this matter could be resolved if the truth were known, but Morwen had not given her liberty to speak on her behalf, and so far there was no indication Eomer or Eowyn wished to hear the truth even if it was voiced.
Eomer had remained silent, stunned by her aggressive attack. Turning back to face him, she declared, "She has done nothing terrible to you, Eomer. Regrettable and unfortunate, yes, but she has not materially injured you. You had your parents and then your uncle to care for you, so you were not abandoned and left alone to fend for yourself. You may have desired her presence, but you did not truly suffer for her not being there. And before you rush to judge her for her decision to remain in Gondor, you might go to the trouble of learning why she did so. Do not assume that you know the answer to that mystery just based on what you have seen or heard. Did your uncle ever speak ill of her? Did your parents? Were they also upset that she left them? They would have had more reason to be angry than you and Eowyn do, as you never really knew her anyway."
She stopped abruptly, realizing she had almost revealed more than she should, but perhaps she had said enough to make him think more about this. With a curtsy, she told him. "You are very welcome for the restored garden, my lord. I have found it is a good place for solitary reverie." She gave him a pointed look, and then turned on her heel and strode back to the front of Meduseld to go for a walk. She needed to work off her frustration just now. He was a fine man and she liked him very much, but she could not accept his behavior toward Morwen.
They did not speak privately again for the duration of her stay, but Eomer could not help watching Lothiriel whenever they were in the same room, and remember her words. Now that she mentioned it, he did not know why Morwen had left. And he was honest enough to admit that Lothiriel was right – neither Theoden nor his parents had ever spoken ill of Morwen, while Theodred had clearly adored her and missed her being at Meduseld. By the time he was watching their party make their way down the hill to return home, his stance had softened somewhat, though he had not quite brought himself to actually talk to Morwen and ask about her reasons. He would do that in the spring, while in Gondor for Eowyn's wedding. But as regarded Lothiriel, between her singing and playing, and the wonderful garden, he could forgive her interference concerning his grandmother. The girl could be irritating, but he began to see that he usually found her so when she was telling him what he did not want to hear – though perhaps he needed to hear what she said.
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