#marblecarved / théodwyn

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@marblecarved spoke: do you remember what i told you? / from Théodwyn to Éomer

Unscathed was he in body, for skill and fortune had blessed him, but his eyes had seen much and his heart had felt even more. A shadow of the darkest kind had taken much from their kin long ere the fierce song of the Rohirrim came in answer to Gondor's call for aid. And though good prevailed and the Age of Men came shining with hope renewed, such victory did not come without a price.

Éomer King rode through the gates of Edoras surrounded by his riders and a gathering crowd that welcomed their return. Accompanying him was the body of Théoden King, pulled by the free will of the Mearas who bore the late King's weight for the last time. Éomer looked to his people--- a sea of faces with stern resolve who found in him reason not to despair, but to hope again. Almost instinctively, perhaps, he found his mother's face there amongst the masses. And though there was gladness in his heart at the sight of her alive and well, there was also grief--- for his uncle--- her brother.

The procession brought the body of Théoden King to rest in the halls for the last time before burial. And as Éomer emerged from the gathering crowds, his tall form singling him out as Théodwyn's son, he made his way to her.

"I could not forget what you have told me in song," he answered, hands reaching to clasp her forearms both in greeting and assurance. Hers were the words sung to steady the grieving heart of a young boy whose father did not return. "Théoden King rests now in the halls of our fathers. We honor him with our lives." Still, there was a knowing look there in his gaze. Something of shared sadness, long endured.

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