Into Happier Days
1. Into Happier Days
“Tell me, Eowyn, how this all came about so quickly,” said Eomer.
“I have already told you all that I know, or, at least, all that I can comprehend,” said Eowyn, gazing up into her brother’s eyes. “So much has happened, so very fast.”
“Yes,” sighed Eomer. “Yes, it has. The rightful King of Gondor has returned, the Shadow has departed, and you! You have fallen in love with the Steward.”
“And though none of these things are ill, you speak as one who is not joyous,” said Eowyn. “What troubles you? Tell me!”
Eomer sighed again, and turned away from his sister, towards Rohan, as if he could see it off in the distance, beyond the great mountains. “You will never go back there,” he said after a long pause, glancing at his sister for a moment. “Never.” Noticing the look on Eowyn’s face he continued with, “Of course, you may return to Rohan one day, but it will not be the same.”
“You are right, Eomer, it shall be better!” said Eowyn.
“To whom?” said Eomer, whipping his face around suddenly to face his sister. “To whom? Yes, to you, these last few months, weeks, even days have been exciting, glorious, and romantic! But to me…” he broke off. “I shall never be able to adjust to this, Eowyn. It will be so hard for me to wake up every morning knowing that my beloved sister is not there!”
“Change does not have to be horrid-” began Eowyn, but she was cut off by her brother.
“It will not be horrid for you!” cried Eomer. “You shall go to Ithilien with Faramir and live happily ever after, until the end of all your days!”
“Is that not what you want?” cried Eowyn back. “Is that not what we have been fighting for?”
Eomer sighed. “Yes, it is. But now, that everything is over, I just can’t go and sit an old, empty hall knowing that so many people died so I could sit and do nothing with no one! No mother, no father, no uncle, no cousin, and now, no sister!”
“I will miss you too,” said Eowyn quietly. “And not only will I miss you, but I will miss all of Rohan and everything about it. It will be hard to adjust, but I will, and so must you. Just think about how things once were: there was fear and mistrust and danger wherever one went. That’s all changed now! Surely you can adjust to something so good quickly?”
“But that’s not it,” said Eomer. “I think that my real problem is that I just can’t bear to give up my baby sister to the Steward of Gondor. I don’t think you’re ready.”
“But I love him, Eomer!” said Eowyn, now rather flustered. “I love him. And as much as my young, carefree heart desires to stay in Rohan with you, I cannot, because I wouldn’t be happy.”
“Then go,” said Eomer, a small smile appearing on his lips. “For as much as I hate to see you go, I would hate it more to see you miserable.”
Eowyn smiled too. “Know then, my brother, that every spare moment I spend in Ithilien, I shall think of you, and of Rohan, and everything good that once was that, now, will be made hundreds of times better.”
“So then, must we now say goodbye?”
“Yes,” said Eowyn, “but not for the last time. My heart tells me we will meet again, someday.”
“Your heart is right, then, for I would have it no other way,” said Eomer. “We shall meet again.”
Then Eomer leaned in and kissed his sister farewell. Eowyn hugged her brother tightly, and whispered quietly in his ear “Farewell, my brother, and may your road home be a safe one.”
And then, when the farewells were finished and the tears wiped from Eowyn’s cheek, the brother and the sister turned and walked their separate paths down the hillside, into happier days.
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