Éomer Éadig (third_marshal) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-14 21:07:00 |
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Who: Éomer & Éowyn
What: Brothers and sisters.
Where: The park near the hospital - sorry Turgon
When: Now
Warnings | Status: The cutes! | in progress
Éomer held his sister's hand. It was a mundane thing to do, a simple gesture between two people that imparted much of their feelings toward each other. It might seem odd to outside eyes, given the closeness in resemblance the siblings held toward each other. But Éomer felt no shame or awkwardness as they sat upon the bench and held each other in simple affection. He loved his sister with all that was in him, and he would show it to the world. Let the world be damned for thinking affection need not be shown publicly. And between siblings at that. Affection wasn't just for paired couples. No indeed. It was for everyone equally and he would engage as he desired. Éomer leaned against her shoulder though, closing his eyes in absolute content.
His family was here. And despite the rough times he and Lothiriel had been through recently they would get through it together. And Faramir and Éowyn would find each other again. That was simply how it had to be. He wouldn't accept anything less.
Or at least, he wouldn't accept anything less than Éowyn's complete happiness. Whatever brought her smile back to her face and the cheer to her heart would be good enough for Éomer. He released her hand and looked sideways at her. "There was a woman here, from Aldburg," he said slowly, "I don't know where she's gone.. " Freda had disappeared and it concerned Éomer, and while he wasn't likely to rush out and search for her he felt.. he felt that he should. She had been from Rohan, she was one of them and he'd let her go into that darkness alone.
Éomer lowered his eyes, "Has.. Lothiriel spoken to you about the baby?" he asked, his heart heavy in and of itself for their loss. He'd been just as excited as Lothiriel for their child, and now it was not possible. And all these other women--so many women in fact--were having children, and it seemed every day one of them was discussing some aspect of it. There were enough being born that women were leaving them on doorsteps! It was cruel. Éomer frowned, sinking into thought.