Summary: Eowyn remembers Arwen. Rated K+ by Savannah (Eowyn and Aragorn)
Fourth Age, Year 1
Eowyn stood at the top of Minas Tirith, looking out as the wind rippled through the grass of Pelennor. The same wind whipped her hair back and forth, removing the braids her hand maiden has woven into her hair. She looked down at the leggings and tunic she has borrowed from Aragorn, pulled down over her growing middle. She smiled and rubbed her bump. "I hope you're a girl," she whispered. Suddenly, she heard a small cry of delight. She turned around and saw her three-year-old son running toward her, following closely by an out of breath old woman. Eowyn turned to meet him, scooping him up in her arms. She nodded to the nursemaid. "I'll take him for the rest of day," she said. The maid nodded and walked away trying to gain her breath back. Eowyn cringed, hoping that her son hadn't given the old woman a heart attack. She smiled down at him. "Are you causing trouble again?" she asked. The boy nodded, looking rather mischievous. Eowyn burst out laughing. "You are just too much like me," she said, hugging him. She slid down the wall until they both sat on the ground. "Would you like to hear a story?"
Eldarion nodded. "Yes, Momma," he said, laying his blond curly head down on her shoulder.
"Once upon a time," she started, "there was a beautiful Elven maiden, her name was Arwen and the Elves called Undomiel, because she was the star of her people. She fell in love with an Elf-man named Legolas."
"Oh, I remember Legolas," Eldarion said. "He shot a troll right in the eye!"
Eowyn smiled and nodded. "You're right," she said. "Arwen loved Legolas very much," she continued. As the story went on Eowyn began to fight back tears thinking about her best friends.
When Eowyn finished Eldarion looked up at his mother. "She died," he said, dissatisfied. Eowyn nodded. "Well that was a bad story," he said, climbing down from her lap. "They shouldn't have died." He crossed his arms.
"I know," Eowyn said. "I know."
Then the boy was off again, running circles around the guards and the white tree. Eowyn smiled and tried to get up, she sighed in frustration and looked down at her large stomach. She flipped over onto her knees then stood with a slight grunt. She walked, her hand on her back, over to the tree. Eldarion ran and grabbed her hand; they walked together through the halls.
Eowyn's mind wandered to the dark-haired Elf. 'Arwen,' she thought, placing a hand on her middle. "Ardwen?" She made a face. "No, Arwena? Better." She looked down at her son. "Eldarion?" she asked. He looked up at her with his blue eyes. "Do you like the name Awena?"
He nodded. "It sounds like Arwen," he said. "But I'm going to have a baby brother not a sister."
Eowyn looked at him. "How do you know…" She started to say, but something caught the boy's attention and he ran off. Eowyn crossed her arms, maybe he was more like his father than she thought, they could both read her mind.
Just then, Aragorn rounded a corner ahead of her. His face immediately broken into a smile and he walked to meet her. "I was coming to find you," he said, kissing her. "Faramir said he saw you up here." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they walked together.
"I was thinking about Arwen today," Eowyn said. Aragorn's smile faded slightly and he tightened his grip on her shoulder. Eowyn smiled sadly at his obvious pain. "I was thinking," she said, looking back down at her stomach. Aragorn followed her eyes. "Her name could be Awena, for Arwen."
Aragorn beamed at her, leaning down he caught her lips in his, kissing her passionately. "I love it," Aragorn said when they parted, still holding her close. Eowyn smiled and laid her head down on his chest. Eldarion came running back toward them, a questioning look in his eyes. Aragorn smiled and picked him up, and the three of them walked together towards their apartments.