Lothiriel nearly skipped into the hallway, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. Eowyn laughed softly, and gave her sister-in-law's hair a gentle tug.

"Careful, dear one, we do not want your child making an early appearance."

Lothiriel gave a nonchalant shrug. "I would not be surprised. This little one already shows no regard for anything I say."

Eowyn laughed aloud now, and looped her arm through Lothiriel's. "Then it is certainly taking after its parents already."

Lothiriel gave her a teasing nudge. They rounded the corner and entered the Great Hall. Faramir's back was to the pair, and the Steward was animatedly talking to Legolas and Gimil. Lothiriel put her finger to her lips in shushing motion, and quickly moved behind her cousin, covering his eyes with her hands.

"What is this trickery?" Faramir asked, amusement clear in his voice. "Am I being attacked by an enemy to the Crown?"

"Actually, the one wearing it." Lothiriel giggled, removing her hands and leaning around to press a kiss to his cheek. Faramir grinned and stood. He pulled Lothiriel and hugged her lightly. Lothiriel looked up at him and gave him a slight frown. "That has to be the weakest hug you've ever given me, Fara. And after months of not seeing each other!"

Faramir chuckled. "Yes, but the last time I saw you, cousin, I did not have this much of you to get my arms around!"

The room seemed to intake a collective breath; Lothiriel's moods had been volatile of late, even more so since Eomer's departure. But their worries were unfounded; the young Queen laughed and let one hand slide down to rest on her stomach. Gimli launched into yet another story, Legolas rolling his eyes good-naturedly while Faramir barely hid a smirk. Eowyn nearly pushed Lothiriel into a chair, and then seated herself on a bench. Lothiriel's eyebrows drew together at this; Eowyn sat neither next to her nor by Faramir.

Strange, she thought, they were inseparable before…

Her eyes met Faramir's briefly; he gave her a look that she knew to mean we'll discuss it later.

Eventually, Gimli and Legolas left to go on a short horse ride, and Faramir complained of a headache, leaving Eowyn and Lothiriel alone in the hall. Eowyn gave a slight sign and leaned back on her bench. Lothiriel cocked her head and turned to look at her sister-in-law.

"Eowyn?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there something troubling you?"

Eowyn gave Lothiriel a perplexed look.

"Of course not, dear one! What a silly question."

Lothiriel's eyes narrowed.

"Just because I have not seen you in some months does not mean I have forgotten the difference between when you are telling the truth and when you are lying, Eowyn."

Eowyn's expression froze. Lothiriel slowly rose to her feet and walked to Eowyn's bench. Eowyn turned her face away from her. Lothiriel smoothed Eowyn's hair, but still, the fairer woman would not turn back to her. "Please, 'Wyn, tell me."

Eowyn's back was shaking and Lothiriel worriedly dropped on to the bench beside her.

"I cannot." Eowyn sobbed. "Oh, Thiri, I cannot."

"Why? It is not good to keep a burden such as this to yourself!"

Eowyn finally turned back to her, and her eyes were red and full of tears. "Because if I do not speak of it, I can perhaps pretend it never happened." Lothiriel's brows knit together in confusion, and Eowyn's tears grew in strength. "I cannot even find the words, even if I wanted to…"

"Has it anything to do with Faramir?" Lothiriel asked worriedly. "I noticed you two were not as amiable as before and I had planned to ask him…has he done something stupidly mannish?"

Eowyn laughed, a sad hollow sound. "No. Faramir is wonderful. It…it has nothing to do with him. He is the most kind and loving husband a woman could ever want…and more than I deserve."

"Do not say such things." Lothiriel said, unnerved by Eowyn's tone. "You deserve no better than the best, and luckily Faramir is such. Eowyn," she took her friend's hand in hers, "you are scaring me. Please tell me what is troubling you so."

Eowyn looked to her, looked away and then looked back. "I…I was with child, Lothiriel. Three months ago."

Lothiriel blinked. "Was…? I am afraid I do—", she stopped, eyes widening. "Oh. Oh Eowyn." Eowyn began to cry once more. Lothiriel pulled her close and ran a hand over her long golden hair. "Did anyone know?"

"F-Faramir of course, but who else could I tell? I do not trust many people in Gondor, Thiri, and you and Eomer are so far away, and Arwen had only just had a child of her own—"

"She would have gladly listened and so would have I! Oh, Eowyn…I wish you had told me sooner! I would have come to you—"

Eowyn chuckled humorlessly. "Lothiriel, Eomer would never have permitted you to ride to Gondor without knowing the reason…and I could not bear to tell him…I could scarcely tell Faramir."

Lothiriel gave a tiny gasp as a sudden thought occurred to her. "And now you are blaming yourself."

Eowyn's already blotchy face turned red. "I-I-I—"

"I know you are. But the more important question is…why?"

"I am not fit to be a wife, a mother. I should have remained a shield maiden and kept my pain and my strangeness to myself…Faramir deserves a better wife than I. You deserve a better friend, Eomer deserves a better sister."

Lothiriel scowled. "I will not hear you speak in such a way, Eowyn! It is nonsense, pure and utter nonsense. You cannot control everything, and this is something that is out of your control. It happens. It has happened to many women that you know, that I know. Their husbands did not love them any less; if anything, they love them all the more, for overcoming such heartbreak. And as to you having remaining a shield maiden; I could skin you for that kind of talk, were I not far too large to even begin to think about picking up a sword." She relaxed slightly when Eowyn cracked a smile at her comments, but she continued on. "I have never seen a couple better suited for one another than you and Faramir, and regardless of what you think, you, not dear Aragorn's healing abilities, saved my cousin. He was a shell of himself after Boromir died, and you brought him back. You are his heart, Eowyn, and he is yours. Do not draw away from that, no matter the pain. I would not see either of you suffer, and this bottling of your heartache…it will result in suffering, dear one. It will."

Eowyn gave one last sniffle and allowed Lothiriel to brush the remaining tears from her cheeks.

"So, are you telling me that I have been a proper idiot for the past few months, and should go apologize to my husband as soon as possible?"

"No, I am telling you that grieving is understandable, but feeling that you are responsible for what happened is not." Lothiriel said kindly. Eowyn gave a feeble smile. "Though I am sure Faramir would appreciate a sound kiss from his wife; I am told men like that type of thing."

Eowyn laughed, a true laugh that echoed joyfully in the deserted hall. "You are told? Dear one, from what I have heard the servants saying, you and Eomer can scarcely keep your hands to yourselves, and already I will be welcoming a niece or nephew in just a few short weeks. I do not think you were merely told."

"Perhaps not only told." Lothiriel sniffed haughtily, doing her best impression of a "true" Gondorian noblewoman. "But that is a very unsuitable choice of topic, you Rohirric barbarian!"

Eowyn roared with laughter again, and Lothiriel joined in. Their fit of giggles subsided and left the two woman smiling at each other.

"Eowyn, I do have an important question for you."

Eowyn's face became serious and intent. "Of course."

"Will you be this child's godmother? I can think of no better choice." Lothiriel said sweetly. Eowyn's hand flew to her mouth.

"Lothiriel…of course, of course!" She hugged her friend tightly. "So that means I have full rights to spoil him or her rotten, correct?"

Lothiriel laughed. "I would expect nothing less."

Eowyn rose to her feet, pressed a kiss to Lothiriel's forehead. "I cannot thank you for the comfort you have given me, dear one."

"Then do not! Go, give your husband some comfort of his own." Lothiriel said with a wink. Eowyn gave her a scandalized look before laughing once more.

"Rohan is most certainly having an effect on you, dear Lothiriel. But," at this she gave a genuine smile, "as you are Queen, I shall have to do what you ask."

Lothiriel sighed as Eowyn exited the hall, allowing her hand to rest on her stomach.

Let us hope your father is of the same mind set of his sister, little one, and he will return home sooner, rather than later.

oOo

"Eomer."

Eomer turned; Lothiriel was there, smiling blissfully at him. He nearly ran to her, sweeping her up into his arms. He had missed her; missed her so much it had been a persistent ache in his chest, troubling him at all hours of the day and night, all his waking moments, but that no longer mattered, for she was here now, in his arms…

And then there was a sudden howl of the wind, cold and malevolent, and his arms were empty.

"Lothiriel? Lothiriel!"

He was alone, alone in the wilderness and the dark and the wind.

There was a scream; he knew the voice, and it chilled him to the bone.

"Please, please, help me!"

Then a shriek of pure pain; words were not needed. And then more crying;

"Please…please…PLEASE!"

He gave a mighty bellow and ran through the dark, but there was nothing but the dark and he could not see her and the screams, as horrible as they had been, had stopped, and the icy silence was even worse.

"Lothiriel! Lothiriel! Thiri, answer me!"

Another shriek; the dark began to spin and it was he that was screaming—

"Eomer! Eomer!"

Eomer shot up; Eothain was peering at him, obviously concerned.

"What is it Eothain?" Eomer's tone was unwelcoming. Eothain gave him a searching look before clearing his throat.

"Someone's here to see you."

Eomer looked skeptical. "In the middle of the night."

Eothain nodded.

Eomer rubbed his eyes, wearily. As if nearly a month and a half without his warm and beautiful wife were not bothersome enough, that dream guaranteed no sleep for at least a week…

"My lord." Eothain piped in. "You really should see him."

Eomer grunted and gave a nod. Eothain exited the tent, and Eomer could hear him lowly conversing with someone. He closed his eyes and rose, quickly throwing on a fresh tunic. The tent flapped open, revealing Eothain. "Are you ready?"

Eomer gave a sharp nod. Much to his surprise, Legolas entered.

"What are you doing here? And where is the Dwarf?"

Legolas' face was serious, unresponsive to Eomer's attempt at humor. "I come on behalf of one whom you love."

"Lothiriel? What has happened?"

"Nothing, Eomer King. At least nothing yet."

"I do not have time for your riddles, Elf!" Eomer hissed, temper flaring. "If something is wrong with my wife, I have a right to know!"

Legolas fixed him with an unreadable look. "Again, Eomer King, nothing has happened. But I do not know a female on this earth, Man, Elf, or otherwise, that does not want their husband present for the birth of their first child. Lothiriel has been a good friend to me, and I intend to return the favor by giving her what she will not ask for, for fear of being selfish. Would you deny her this?"

Eomer stared back, quite at a loss for words. Legolas' appearance coupled with his unsettling dream…it was too much to be a coincidence. He must return to Edoras. He gave a begrudging nod. Legolas smiled. "As for Gimli, he is outside the tent, anxiously awaiting our departure. I am afraid Lothiriel promised him access to the largest fire place and all the ale he could drink, and he fears once she has discovered our absence, she will revoke the offer."

"If I do not get the ale promised to me, Master Elf, you will be sorry!" Gimli's voice came from outside.

Eomer's lips twitched up into a quick smile before dimming. "Truly, everything is alright in Medulsed?"

Legolas nodded. "Lothiriel has had much practice in Dol Amroth; she is an adept and kind Queen, though most of us close to her agree she would be much happier were you home, hence my errand. The Dunlendings have not attacked in two weeks; you have trained the men and proven this city's claim to Rohan. There is little more you can do, my friend, and you know as well as I that while Lothiriel is undoubtedly compassionate, she is not likely to be so if she were to discover you could have come home earlier than you have."

Eomer gave a slight smirk and called for Eothain. Eothain's head peeked in and he was grinning cheekily. "So," he said, "when do we depart?"

oOo

"My lady, Master Legolas is not in his room either."

"And Master Gimli is not in the Hall!"

"Shall we check the stables once more?"

"My lady?"

Lothiriel slowly opened her eyes and smiled softly at Bedwyn and Bedwyr. "No, thank you dear boys. I suppose they do not want to be found."

The twins looked anxiously at each other; their Queen seemed saddened. The Lady Eowyn and Lord Faramir were in their room (something the twins did not understand, because it was the middle of the day for Bema's sake, and who needed to sleep at such odd hours? They assumed it was a Gondorian thing), and Queen Lothiriel seemed to have no one to talk to.

"My lady," began Bedwyn, for he was the sweeter of the two, "do you want us to stay? I do not think the stables need us at the moment…"

"We can entertain you! I know a few jokes—"

"Bedwyr, you cannot tell a lady such jokes—"

"Oh, you are such stick in the mud Bedwyn, if Lady Lothiriel needs cheering—"

"The jokes are not even funny, my lady—"

"That is because you would not know fun if it were a horse and you were riding it!"

Lothiriel let her head fall back and laughed. Her pregnant belly bounced slightly and tears ran down her cheeks.

"Look what you did Bedwyr! She is crying now!"

"What I did? I wanted to tell her a joke and you ruined it, hay-for-brains!"

The two boys began to tussle on the floor.

"Boys, boys!" Lothiriel said, slowly regaining her composure. The pair continued to scrabble at each other until Lothiriel reached down and grabbed an arm of each. "That is quite enough."

The twins stopped fighting and fidgeted uncomfortably, fearing admonishment. Much to their surprise, they were pulled in for a hug by their Queen.

"Thank you." She said softly. "You have truly made my day so much better, my dear little men. You remind me so much of my brothers." She laid a hand on either of their cheeks. "And I am quite certain I could handle any joke you have to tell me, dear Bedwyr, but thank you for worrying about my innocence so, sweet Bedwyn."

They grinned sheepishly back at her.

"So," Bedwyr began, "does that mean I can tell my joke now?"

Lothiriel began laughing again and released the boys from her hug.

Bedwyr's joke ended up being highly inappropriate and very funny, though it was clear parts of the double meanings were lost on the eight year old.

When she finally sent the stable boys on their way, a few hours later, her heart was immeasurably lighter, and their stomachs were far fuller; all three felt extremely benefited and happy about how they had spent their afternoon.

oOo

"My lady? They are waiting for you."

Lothiriel let out a puff of air, grumbling slightly. "Remind me again, Gamling, why I must host this infernal dinner whilst my husband, the King, is not home?"

"Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn are visiting from Gondor; and the Council is still looking for reasons to question your leadership, and there is no better way to cement respect from the people than having a feast, and if you have the people's respect and trust, the Council will have nothing to complain about."

Lothiriel smiled and finished securing her necklace around her neck. She opened the door and smiled genuinely at Gamling. "I suppose now would not be a night to borrow Eowyn's soup recipe again."

Gamling laughed and offered her his arm. Together they made their way into the Hall, where Faramir and Eowyn were already seated at the high table, flanked by the Council. Two empty chairs were at the center of the long high table; Gamling pulled the one on the right out and Lothiriel sat. Two more chairs remained empty to Lothiriel's left; worriedly she noted that Legolas and Gimli were still nowhere to be found. She smiled expectantly at Gamling, waiting for him to sit, forgetting that although Gamling was "acting King", he was not the actual King, and therefore could not sit at the only remaining chair. Lothiriel made a noise of protest.

"It is alright, my lady." Gamling said in an undertone. "It matters not. I would rather not sit at this table, I might not be able to restrain my warrior's tongue amongst all this nobility."

Lothiriel smiled fondly at him and he moved away to his own seat. She looked over to Eowyn, who gave her a blinding smile; Faramir seemed to be blissful as well, and it was obvious they were holding hands under the table. Swallowing a sip of water, she rose and the Hall fell silent.

"My good people," she began, thankful for the many smiling faces she was seeing, "I welcome you to this great hall! Though," she paused, giving a mischievous look to the crowd, "I know it is not the first time for many of you to come here for a good drink and a roaring fire."

A loud cheer went up; Eowyn's smile grew wider and she nodded at Lothiriel in encouragement.

"I know that many of our brave men are not present for this happy occasion," she rested her hand on Eomer's empty chair, and there was a murmer of shared sympathy from the gathered people, "but I have faith that they shall return to us soon, and would not want us to waste such wonderfully prepared food and so many barrels of ale! So, in their honor, I say eat, drink, and make merry!"

There was raucous cheering and Lothiriel, feeling quite accomplished, sank back into her seat. Suddenly, a voice called out from the mass of people;

"A toast! A toast, milady!"

The first cry was soon echoed; "a toast!" "Toast!" "A toast from the Queen!"

Lothiriel looked somewhat bewildered at Eowyn, who nodded and motioned for her to stand.

Oh bloody hell, a toast? I don't even…a toast! Come on, Lothiriel, think, think!

"I have a toast." Gamling said. Lothiriel let out a sigh of relief as the warrior rose to his feet. "Here's to a long life and a merry one, a quick death and an easy one, a pretty girl and an honest one, a cold pint- and another one!"

The men all cheered and the entire room took a large gulp from their mugs. Gradually their eyes swiveled back to Lothiriel expectantly. She took a deep breath and raised her glass in the air.

"May you never steal, lie, cheat, or drink." She held back as the people looked at each other in confusion and apprehension. "But if you must steal, steal a kiss." A few smiles. "If you must lie, lie in each other's arms." More smiles, a laugh here and there. "If you must cheat, cheat death. And," she smiled here, tipping her glass significantly, "if you must drink, drink with me!"

The loudest cheer of all went up and clapping began. Lothiriel toasted them all and promptly chugged the rest of her water, earning laughs from those still watching her.

Oh, she thought forlornly, if only Eomer were here.

She remained in her seat when the dancing began, begging off from even Faramir and Gamling when they tried to cajole her into joining them; her heart was simply not in it. Her unborn baby would move every now and then, and she was quite content to focus on that and little else, even as the party grew wilder around her. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the people nearest to the door abruptly stop dancing.

"Theodrial," she said softly, touching the serving girl gently on the arm, "what is going on over there?"

Theodrial squinted, following Lothiriel's gaze. "I don't rightly know, milady. Shall I go find out for you?"

"If you please."

Theodrial nodded and quickly moved across the hall. Before she could reach the now growing throng of non-dancing people, the doors swung open with a great bang. Lothiriel quickly found herself surrounded on either side by Gamling and Faramir; Eowyn was beside her, gripping Lothiriel's hand.

"I believe I was promised ale, my lady!"

Lothiriel gave a start and peeked out from behind her guardians; it was unmistakably Gimli, with a grinning Legolas at his side. She smiled.

"And you shall have it, Master Dwarf!"

Gamling and Faramir relaxed and parted in front of her. Lothiriel smiled at her two friends, motioning for them to take their seats at the table. "Pray tell where you two ran off to for so long!"

"We were fetching something of great value, mellonamin." Legolas said.

Lothiriel looked at him, curiosity plain on her face.

"What are you—"

Suddenly, there was a shriek and Lothiriel briefly saw Frea before his three sisters had surrounded him, hugging him tightly. There was another cry as Eofor's intended, a pretty girl named Leoma, screamed and proceeded to tackle him as he took off his helmet to reveal himself.

All over the room, members of the Rohirim that had been gone for the past month and half were reappearing to their families, much to the entire room's delight.

Where is -?

Lothiriel could not even finish her thought before she felt a hand on her arm; she was spun backwards and then in arms that she had been trying to recreate the feeling of since the moment he had walked out of the hall, nearly sixty odd days before.

Eomer.

She cried. She couldn't help it; for Bema's sake she was a woman, a pregnant woman, a very pregnant woman, who hadn't seen her husband in a month. She could hear Eomer chuckling even as he tightened his hold on her.

"Tears, Thiri? After a month, all I receive in welcome from my dear wife is tears?"

"Give me a moment to think of something else."

Another chuckle rumbled in his chest; he allowed Lothiriel to remain snuggled against his side as he turned to face the hall.

"A toast! A toast from the King!" The crowd roared, nearly in perfect unison.

Eomer smiled, allowing his arm to slip to Lothiriel's waist. With his other, he lifted a mug of ale.

"I have known many, and liked not a few," there was loud, obnoxious cheering at this as the Rohirrim saluted their King, "but loved only one," the entire room, Eomer included, looked to Lothiriel, "and this toast is to you."

More cheers and Lothiriel's smile nearly blinded Eomer. As soon as he had gulped a sip of ale and returned the mug safely to the table, Lothiriel's arms were around his neck and her mouth was on his, with an edge bordering on desperation.

A few hazy seconds (or minutes or days or possibly even years, Eomer had lost track of time and found he did not care) later, they broke apart, Lothiriel still grinning at him happily. His arm remained around her waist, and after looking about the room to make sure no one (or as few people as possible) were watching, Eomer led Lothiriel from the room. They went to their room where Eomer securely locked the door behind them before turning to look at her.

He could not seem to stop looking at her.

Lothiriel flushed and fussed with her necklace.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked quietly.

Eomer smiled, crossing the room to tilt her face up to his. "I am not looking at you in any way, my love, I am just looking." His hands slid down to her stomach. "How much trouble has the little one caused?"

She smiled, closing her eyes at the sensation of his hands on her rounded stomach. "Not much. You did miss a few good strong kicks, I'm afraid." Eomer's face fell for a moment before Lothiriel distracted him with another kiss. "With the way our child is moving about nowadays, I am sure you will make up for it in less than three days."

"Good. But for now," he said, leaning down to remove his boots, "the idea of an actual bed is more appealing than anything else."

"More appealing than me?" Lothiriel teased. "I am insulted, my lord."

"I only consider it a bed," Eomer interrupted her, pulling her gently down beside him, "if you are in it."

Lothiriel practically felt herself melt, and she allowed him another kiss before pulling away to change out of her gown. She was back in nearly record time, quickly curling up next to him.

"You know," she said conversationally, "I am always colder when you're gone. Poor Theodrial must have given me ten blankets, and still I shivered at night."

His arms slid around her, and his hand rested on her stomach again, warm and steady.

"Well, you shall not shiver anymore, my love. You are stuck with me for the foreseeable future."

"I would not have it any other way, a'mellonamin." Lothiriel whispered, catching his lips in yet another kiss. She pulled away for a moment, leaving Eomer kissing the air. She giggled, earning a small glare, but she quickly shushed him with a gentle finger. "Whom do I thank for your homecoming?"

Eomer grumbled softly and Lothiriel raised an eyebrow at him. He muttered something and Lothiriel prodded him. "What was that?"

"The damned Elf, Lothiriel."

Lothiriel tried to suppress a laugh and failed miserably; Eomer scowled. "Funny, is it?"

"Quite." She giggled. Eomer began to grumble again and Lothiriel rolled her eyes and kissed him. "You must admit he is not so bad, Eomer. He has brought you back to me."

"Yes," Eomer admitted begrudgingly, his attempts at gruffness ruined by the smile playing on his lips, "and if Eothain has his way, I shall never live it down."

Lothiriel giggled softly and cupped his face in her hands. Brown eyes bore into grey-blue ones, and neither spoke for a long moment, just relishing being together.

Her breathing had gone even and deep; Eomer was sure she had fallen asleep until she spoke.

"Eomer?"

"Hm."

"I thought of a name."

His eyes flew open.

"Yes?"

Her eyes were open as well; sweet, mischievous, and enchanting, as they had been the first time he'd seen her.

"Elfwine."

Eomer paused for a moment, considering.

Elf friend. Fitting.

He looked at Lothiriel, who was watching him carefully.

"Well?"

"I think you are quite devious, my love."

"But…"

Eomer smiled and dropped a kiss to her forehead. "I think it most appropriate, so long as we do not have to tell everyone the reasoning behind it."

Lothiriel giggled. "Of course not, a'mellonamin."

"Another reason I do not mind 'Elfwine'," Eomer said, a grin on his face, "it will irritate Amrothos, since it will have nothing to do with him."

Lothiriel laughed softly before snuggling even more firmly into his arms.

He had nearly fallen asleep when she spoke again.

"Eomer?"

"Thiri."

"I love you."

His arms tightened around her and he could felt, rather than saw, her smile when he kissed her lips (something he had yet to tire of, and hoped would always cause that small jolt of adrenaline he was experiencing now).

"And I you."

And with that, the reunited King and Queen of Rohan fell asleep, and neither was plagued by dreams nor cold.

oOo

Author's Note: Oh wow. I can't even BEGIN to apologize to y'all…I can't believe my last update was AUGUST. AUGUST! I feel awful but I have just been SWAMPED; between college applications and sports and choral obligations and writing poetry and my muse for this story just COMPLETELY deserting me, I let ET, EM, EO fade into the background.

Luckily for you folks, I had a LOTR marathon today, and thus my muse found me with an overabundance of enthusiasm, and I was able to churn this chapter out in a few hours. I apologize for any typos, but I feel so guilty about it being so long since my last update that I wanted to get this too y'all as soon as possible.

As far as this story goes, I think there will be one more chapter and then an epilogue. But never fear! I have another LOTR story idea already started, not to mention stories I have for Harry Potter, Batman, Pirates, and a few others.

And, again, WOWZERS guys, 110 reviews! I am so blown away by the support given to this story, not to mention the favorites and other such compliments…it really does inspire me and I could never thank y'all enough for the encouragement.

The toasts are sadly not mine (I wish I was that creative). They're all traditional Irish toasts, but I felt they fit the situation too perfectly to be ignored. And oh, poor Eomer, I do love torturing him so. Bedwyn and Bedwyr…ever since I picked their names I have had these adorable little twins in my head…I just had to give them a bigger role, almost like younger, Rohirric versions of Merry and Pippin (hence why Lothiriel enjoys them so much) And yes, Thiri and Eomer's little bundle of joy's name is revealed (though it's all in the books if you know where to look) and I felt like Legolas needed to be the one to prompt such a name. As for the sad bit with Eowyn…my mother had seven miscarriages before I was born so I know a great deal about the subject…I would never wish it on anyone but of all the major female characters I have in this story, the situation seemed most fitting for poor 'Wyn. Don't worry, she and Faramir will have two little darlings of their own (Elboron and Elfwine will bicker like an old married couple, mark my words). The next chapter will deal with Elfwine's arrival (oof, poor Lothiriel, no epidurals in Middle Earth), Eomer informing Legolas of his somewhat-namesake (Gimli is going to give another speech about Elvish princlings) and the conclusion of this story.

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