Yay! I've been cut off from the site I love (this one) for four whole days. I've been busy, though; very busy. Here's a new romantic from the likes of me. I don't own Lord of the Rings, the Tolkein estate and Peter Jacksonand New Line Cinemas do.
Enjoy!
-The Author
He was surprised by the hearty greeting he got from her. She must have missed him a lot. She threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek, and cried that he was getting too proud, the new King, and that he wouldn't even give his sister a hug in return. He eagerly gave her a hug; she hadn't asked for one since their mother had died. He looked at Eowyn's smiling face, her cheeks rather rosy and her blue eyes bright and merry, and thought Amrothos would be very pleased with Eowyn as his wife.
"Oh, Eomer!" said she. "I have so much news to give you! But first you must sit and tell me about your journey."
But he had such news concerning her that he began with that. "I am glad to see you so happy," he said.
"Indeed!" she said. "I've never been happier, and I wish I could share it with you! But first you must tell me about your journey – etiquette says so." She made a motion towards a side doorway. A woman came out bearing a tea tray.
"I have good news for you," he said. "Your time in Gondor has not been wasted."
"I have been healing," she said. She and the tea lady smiled at each other, and the woman continued setting out the tea things.
"Yes, that," he waved a hand a bit, as if it didn't matter. She smirked. He continued, "But you haven't gone unnoticed."
"I know!" she giggled, clasping her hands together.
"You…do?"
"Yes!" she giggled. It suddenly occurred to Eomer that he had never heard his sister giggle before, and now she giggled twice. There was something strange afoot.
"So," he said, "I have arranged a marriage for you."
"Oh, really?" Eowyn grinned and arranged the napkin in her lap. "And with whom, may I asked?"
"Amrothos," said Eomer. "Son of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth."
Eowyn stared at him in astonishment. The tea lady set down the teapot and gaped at him.
"Who?" Eowyn asked.
"Amrothos." When Eowyn still looked astonished, he repeated, "Son of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth."
She and the tea lady looked at each other. The tea lady shrugged.
"Eomer," said Eowyn, "I have some news myself."
Someone knocked on the door, interrupting. The tea lady answered. It was a messenger, bearing a message for Lady Eowyn. The tea lady took it and curtsied, and closed the door. She held the message out for Eowyn.
"Probably from your lover," said Eomer with a smile.
"Probably," she said faintly. The rosiness in her cheeks seemed to have disappeared. She looked at the writing on the front, frowned at it, and broke the seal.
"He is a good man," said Eomer.
"How do you know?"
"Well," said Eomer. "He is giving us aid."
"How so?" Eowyn looked up from the letter.
"Money," Eomer admitted. "He's giving us money in exchange for marrying you. Money we need to rebuild our country after the reign of Wormtongue. Money we can't get anywhere else because this country is in even worse shape than ours." He looked at the handsome furnishings and embroidered everything and thought to himself that that was hard to imagine. They were silent as Eowyn read the letter. It was a short one, but she read it with wide eyes, and smiled in some places. She folded it when she was done and stuck it in her pocket.
"I have an appointment," she said shortly.
"That's sudden," said Eomer. "With who, may I ask?"
Eowyn took the letter out of her pocket again, and opened her mouth. "Well," she said, "This may come as a surprise to you, dear brother, but-"
There was another knock on the door. The tea lady again answered it. There were some issues among the men in one of the lower levels; could Eomer King please come and help? Eomer kissed his sister's hand in farewell and left.
Eowyn stared as he shut the door smartly behind him. "But I've gone and arranged a marriage with Lord Faramir," she said to herself.