Solatiri went outside and watched as Hama and Gamling tossed Grima down the stairs of the Golden Hall. The greasy worm deserved what was coming. Theoden came down the stairs with his sword in his hand and an angry look on his face.

"I have only…ever served you, my Lord", Grima said asking for mercy.

"Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Theoden stated.

Grima backed away from him on his hands and knees.

"Send me not from your sight", he pleaded.

Theoden raised his sword above his head intent on executing Grima. Aragorn ran toward him and grabbed him, stopping the execution.

"No, my Lord!" he said. "No, my Lord! Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account."

Aragorn offered his hand to Grima to help him up. Grima did nothing as he glared and spat on his hand. He turned and ran toward the stables, pushing past the crowd that had gathered.

"Get out of my way!"

"I don't understand", Solatiri said. "He deserved death. Why did Aragorn spare him?"

"He is a noble man", Hama said. "There is no honor in killing. It takes a good man to spare lives and show mercy."

"Hail Theoden King!" Aragorn said.

"Everyone bowed showing their respect to their risen king. Theoden looked at the people around him noticing one particular face was missing.

"Where is Theodred?" he asked. "Where is my son?"

Solatiri looked down and turned away. Hama watched her then grabbed her arm.

"We need to talk", he said.

"We have nothing to talk about", Solatiri said. "But please tell me. Is Halleth well?"

"Yes, he is well. But Halleth is not what I want to talk to you about."

Solatiri said nothing as she looked away. Hama looked at Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf before turning back to her.

"Last you came here, you were with another man", he said. "What became of your company?"

She looked down as she felt the pain in her heart return as well as nausea.

"I need to see a healer."

"Are you in pain?" Hama asked.

"No", Solatiri said. "I feel ill."

Solatiri laid in a bed in the healing house getting the rest she needed. She looked out the window, up to the clouds where she knew Boromir was watching over her. A tear came to her eye as she looked away. Hama stood by the door still wanted to talk with his daughter.

"Did the healers say what was wrong?" he asked.

Solatiri nodded not wanting to discuss it.

"Is it serious?" Hama asked.

"No", she said. "I just need rest and food."

"Will you tell me what cause you to be ill?" he asked. "The company you came with are most concerned."

"You may send in Aragorn. I will tell him."

Hama nodded as he stepped aside letting Aragorn enter. Aragorn sat beside her.

"Is everything alright?"

Solatiri looked down as more tears made her way down her face.

"Aragorn, I'm with child", she said. "It's Boromir's."

Hama looked sharply at her as he overheard their conversation. Boromir was the name of the man she traveled her with. Where was this Boromir now? Aragorn held Solatiri's hand as she cried.

"How will I raise this child alone?" she asked.

"You'll have us to help you", Aragorn said.

"But Boromir…my child will never see its father."

"Your child will know who Boromir was", he said. "As long as you keep his memory alive, he will never be forgotten."

"I miss him", Solatiri said looking down.

"Everyone who knew him does. Imagine what his family must be feeling."

"Denethor", she sighed. "He doesn't deserve to know. But Faramir…he'll be so heartbroken when he hears his brother, his protector is gone."

"I will take my leave", Aragorn said standing. "Will you be present at Theodred's funeral tomorrow?"

She nodded as he left, leaving her with Hama.

"You are giving me a grandchild?" he asked.

"It is none of your concern", Solatiri said. "I understand I was none of your concern. That's why you gave me away, isn't it?"

Hama sighed as she turned away from him.

"You must understand", he said. "I am merely a servant of the king. I have no use for a daughter. If you had stayed, all you would've done was work in the hall as a servant girl. Servant girls are nothing to be proud of. As soon as Halleth was born, I knew he would go one to do better things. He could be a guard. He could be a soldier. He could make me proud."

"Comforting, Hama", Solatiri said. "You would give away a daughter because you think she would amount to nothing."

"I will say no more on this matter."

Hama opened the door and walked out, leaving Solatiri alone.