Solatiri gently rubbed her round pregnant belly. The child was due to arrive any day now. She walked around the citadel receiving smiles from all who saw her.

"Should you be on your feet for so long?" she heard.

Boromir stood behind her with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her belly. Solatiri smiled as she raised her hand and brushed her fingers against the fuzz on his cheek.

"Your son is restless, my dearest", she said. "He wishes for me to be restless as well."

He smiled as he gently rubbed her belly.

"Restless like his mother"

Solatiri chuckled as she leaned in and pressed her lips against Boromir's.

"Solatiri, wake up."

She felt herself being shaken awake. Solatiri opened her eyes to see sunlight flooding her room. She turned to see Aragorn with his hand on her shoulder.

"How long have I been asleep?" she asked.

"Near to a day", he answered. "Theodred's funeral is today."

"But what am I to wear? My clothes seem inappropriate for the king's son's funeral."

"Lady Eowyn will provide some clothing for you", Aragorn said.

He bowed before leaving, allowing Eowyn to enter.

"I remember you", she said. "You came here before with another Man. You were hurt when you came."

"Were you the one that helped me?" Solatiri asked her with a smile.

Eowyn gave a sad smile as she handed her a black dress.

"I hope this will fit", she said.

Everyone in Edoras turned up to see Theodred's funeral. Everyone bowed their heads as the soldiers carried his body down from the Golden Hall to the burial grounds. Theodred was dressed in his armor with his sword clasped in his hands. Theoden kept his eyes on his son as he followed the soldiers to the burial ground. Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Solatiri followed the king, giving their respects.

Eowyn stood by the tomb Theodred would be put in. she was dressed in black with her hair braided and a golden headpiece. Her breaths were shaking as she held her composure, trying not to cry as she watched her cousin being put into the ground. She clenched her fists as she began to sing a prayer in Elvish.

"So much death", Solatiri murmured. "Why must the world be so cruel?"

Solatiri watched as the soldiers covered the opening to the tomb. The people of Edoras walked past the tomb, leaving flowers and candles for their fallen prince. Eventually, everyone left to their homes except for Theoden, Gandalf and Solatiri who stayed at the tomb.

"Simbelmyne", Theoden said holding up a flower. "Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebearers. Now it shall cover the grave of my son."

He let the flower fall onto the tomb before turning to Gandalf and Solatiri.

"I am sorry for your lost, my Lord", Solatiri said bowing.

"Alas that these evil days should be mine", he said. "The young perish and the old linger. That I should live…to see the last days of my house."

"Theodred's death was not of your making", Gandalf said trying to comfort the king.

Tears came to Theoden's eyes as his voice began to break.

"No parent should have to bury their child…"

He turned away and covered his face as he fell to his knees and openly cried, grieving for his son.

"I know this is difficult, my Lord", Solatiri said. "Do not think of him in death. Remember him as he was in life. The memory is what keeps me going knowing my loved one is gone too."

"Theodred was strong in life", Gandalf said. "His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers."

He looked at Theodred's tomb saying a soft prayer for him and turned to go to the Golden Hall.

"Gandalf, look!" Solatiri said pointing into the distance.

He and Theoden turned to see a horse carrying two small children. Solatiri gasped as one of the children fell off the horse.

"They need help", she said as she ran toward them.

She didn't know why she had this sudden impulse to help any child she barely knew. It must be her motherly instinct. It would come in handy now that she was going to have a child of her own.