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Subject: Reunion Author: Eowyn and Eomer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:19:58 06/29/02 Sat The State rooms that Eomer had been shown to were large and heavily decorated in a deep blue velvet and fine mithril. It was nice, but not home. Nor anything that Eomer liked. It was too much and the castle of Rohan, in comparison, was a simpler place with little of the grandeur that lay within the shining walls of Minas Tirith. He felt slightly uncomfortable there, although he had been friends with Aragorn since the War of the Rings and had visited the city many times before as a rider of the Mark. A timid knock came from the door and a nervous looking valet entered. He had long mouse-brown hair that nearly brushed his kneecaps as he bowed low towards Eomer. Too low a bow in fact. "The Lady Eowyn would be glad to see you now, your Majesty." Came the quietly quavering voice, "Shall I show you to her?" Eomer thought for a second. Elfwine and Lothireil lay in the next room, asleep after their long day travelling. He did not wish to wake them yet. Also it would be nice to talk with Eowyn before she meets with them, and them with her. He thought to himself. "Valet," he began, "I wish you to show my sister here." The young man nodded vigorously and departed. Eowyn thanked the servant and headed towards the South Tower. She stopped outside the correct door and paused for a moment, nervously wringing her hands. How long had it been? Five, maybe six years? In that time, so much had changed. Before she could reflect any further on her rather empty past with her brother, the door opened. For what seemed like hours, they just looked at each other. Eowyn studied his face – the strong bone structure, alert eyes, glowing bronzed skin, but the faint hints of tired lines showing also. Time had been good to him, but it was gradually making its mark. His face relaxed and a broad grin hid any signs of age. Eowyn threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of what had once been home. For a moment she held on to the embrace, letting the tender greeting say her apologies for not being there. But now, she felt that it didn’t matter anymore. Eomer opened the door further, waving a hand indicating Eowyn to follow him. She looked tired, maybe even a little pale. In his last letter from Faramir, Eowyn had not sounded well. Faramir would never admit to something being wrong in his kingdom, and especially not his wife. She stepped inside and sat down in a large chair. The delicate fabric rustled under her skirts as she sank down into the soft folds. "You must tell me everything." Eowyn began ***** They talked for many hours, exchanging stories and gossip and general news. Eomer told Eowyn everything about her friends from home, many of whom had given letters to him to pass on. Eowyn spoke little of herself, instead enquiring on family and, in particular, her nephew Elfwine. During their talking several servants came in to light the many candles around the room. Outside day turned rapidly to dusk and then into the dark night. Somewhere deep in the castle came the gong for dinner. The door leading to the further chambers opened and Elfwine entered looking slightly nervous. "Mother wishes to decline from dinner this evening. She is too tired." His small quavering voice echoed slightly around the room, his eyes resting nervously on Eowyn. "Of course. I shall have food sent up for her later. Now, I am sure you are wondering who this lady is, are you not?" Eomer's face cracked into a small smile, while Eowyn blushed. Elfwine shook his head gently. "This is Eowyn. Your aunt. Why don't you come and say hello to her?" Eomer prompted his son. Elfwine shuffled forward, looking if anything, embarrassed to have to greet his own aunt formally. "Come here", Eowyn said gently, lifting Elfwine up and resting him on her knee. She kissed his soft forehead and traced his cheek with her finger. He was a beautiful child, with golden blonde curls falling haphazardly over his head, framing his innocent face. His large blue eyes looked into hers and he seemed to relax a little at her friendly manner. "Tell me of yourself," she enquired, "Perhaps over dinner." They left for the Grand Hall, Elfwine talking animatedly as he clutched his aunt's hand. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]