“Very well,” he said softly, “maybe I should tell you before you enter, a little of what we have worked out, for the children have not truly spoken, we know not any of their names.” What they did know was very little, but Eomer shared what little information he had with his Queen. “It seems the eldest child, a little girl of I think around five, has kept the others alive. She jumped on Deor, and attempted to pummel him to death with tiny little fists,” Eomer stated in a voice that did reflect a true softness and affection for the small child. He could not help it, to think of one so small taking all the others under her wing. Anyone should be proud to have such a child as their own.
“The twins, have been asleep most of the time, they seem sickly, but we had no healers in our numbers,” he was working his way through the children, and no Eomer had not noticed quite how much the little twins looked like him. Yet why would he really? He never actually spent any time looking in mirrors or at his reflection as a child to even truly remember what he looked like. He mentioned the other child that had grown more than attached to Deorwine, and then he got to the baby, and paused, mostly due to how Lothiriel had behaved before, not that he didn’t realize she didn’t truly believe such, but he was not quite sure how to mention the smallest of them all. “The other is but a babe,” he pondered on telling Lothiriel that the child had called him ‘dada’ several times, and he wondered about whether he should tell her how it made him feel. Especially since he’d said a lot of silly nonsense about not wanting children to Lothiriel and now he was more than entranced with not merely one but five and none of them were of their flesh and blood.
Maybe he was being foolish by not mentioning such, but Eomer was and had never been good at sharing emotional matters, even with those he was extremely close too.
Slowly he opened the door, the little twins were still asleep, Wedia had the babe, the little girl came running full pelt towards Eomer however after struggling from the woman that was attempting to clean her, and flung her arms tightly around his legs. Her eyes looking wild and fierce as they looked up at Lothiriel. It seemed as if she would not remove them, she didn’t get too close to Lothiriel, making sure as she wrapped her arms around Eomer, her little hands didn’t touch the lady. It wasn’t a case of the child not realizing that the woman was also friendly, just that she had seen her own mother gutted in front of her, and she was scared to be around other females, for fear the same would happen to them.