#kingofrohan

The banner with the sigil of Amon Firith was taut as though pulled by some invisible string, blown out by the fierce wind which rippled and raced across the hills. Beneath it, the ivy-covered walls loomed up against the sky. The clouds dulled the world's colors; the weak sun managed only to cast enough light for the shadows to grow long and deep.

Yet the low hum of Elven voices was welcoming, regardless of the inhospitable skies. There were ellyn on the fields, ellyth in the corridors, Men here and there beneath the trees. Even Legolas, who had been confined to his study and lost in deep discussion with his visitors for the past few days, had emerged from the dark rooms at the heart of the hill. Éomer had come with him.

Éowyn had come to love Gondor.  She knew she would like it; after all, it was not much different from Rohan.  Still, there had long been a rivalry between the two kingdoms of men, and Éowyn had feared that old habits would rule present souls.  However, in the light of the newly formed peace, all bitterness had subsided, leaving Rohan and Gondor linked by marriage and companionship.  The only thing Éowyn resented was her distance from Éomer.  She loved Faramir and his family dearly, but there would always be a part of her that longed for Rohan and her family. 

Therefore, when she'd heard Éomer had arrived in Gondor on a political journey, she had immediately taken to her horse and rode off toward Minas Tirith.  Faramir had laughed at and with her, quickly making up the distance, and they arrived in the White City in an unbelievably short time.  She slid off her horse, inquiring of the guards as to his location, and hastened to it.  When she stood outside the door, her heart beating furiously, an enormous smile on her face, Éowyn knocked on the door with her fists, pushing it open. 

She ought to be terrified.

There’s a man standing not twenty yards distant, fully armored, bearing weapons, and she’s in open ground with no place to run.

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