InsaneJournal

[In Rohirric]

Éomer, love of my heart, how I wish you were here. My father has arrived and is once again insisting on thinking of me as if I were a foolish child with no sense or morality. How I miss you. You would hold me and tell me that things will be alright, and in the warmth of your strong arms, I would believe it. But here my bed is cold, and the nights are long without you. I feel that I have lost not only my lord and my lover, but the other half of my soul, my dearest friend, my confidant. How I wish you were here, Éomer, Min deorling, that we might experience together the pleasures of the beach as we did the soft grasses of the Westemnet.

[In English]

My Lord Father is here. He comes from a time before me.

And my child is a girl, so the doctor says.