1. A Taste of Peace
"Are you feeling all right, mellon nîn?" [my friend]
Eowyn jerked out of her daydream and smiled at Arwen.
"Yes, I am. This garden is so relaxing. It reminds me of the Houses of Healing. And it's such a source of professional curiosity, there are many plants which can be used to cure. my own garden can't compete with this."
The elven queen let a chuckle escape her lips at the enthusiastic tone of her guest. "You can take whatever you want from here. I know you will put these to good use."
Éowyn smiled warmly at her queen. Now she knew her a lot better, she managed to understand Aragorn's feelings towards her. She maybe couldn't fight with a sword but Arwen had other abilities: she was always calm and sweet, her pure voice filling of the hearts of others with joy, any time she sang one of her ballads. But the Princess of Ithilien could sense something else behind this steady behaviour. There was sadness. A great sadness.
"My Lady," she said tentatively, "I am aware it might seem inquisitive, but you look melancholic."
"Elves are always melancholic," answered Arwen, letting out a small sigh. "Gaearon. I feel the call of the great sea. And behind, the call of my father." [the Great Sea]
The eyes of the queen of Gondor were troubled, lost far away from the luxuriant garden.
"But do not worry, Princess," she went on, seeing the worried face of the Rohirrim, "I made a choice. And do not regret it. After all, I chose the most handsome ranger on Middle-Earth and he became king. I'm rather lucky, don't you think?"
Éowyn began to laugh as she saw a rather childish smile playing on the lips of the she-elf. "You are indeed right, but I must say I do have an inclination for the Ithilien rangers."
The young woman was happy and relieved that her infatuation for Aragorn, during the War, was not a source of conflict.
"Talking about us?" asked a deep voice behind them.
"Oh, I'm sure they are," said an other voice. "But they will never admit it."
Éowyn turned around and answered playfully to the man in front of her, "Of course, we won't. Do not underestimate us."
Faramir laughed openly and threw his arms around his wife's waist. "I wouldn't dare. How are you feeling, darling?"
Éowyn stepped back a little, showing her round tummy. "I can't be better," she said with a tender smile. "Here, there's a taste of peace."
"I'm glad you enjoy being here, Lady Éowyn," Aragorn smiled. "I hope you are going to stay a little longer."
"As long as I can have strawberries for dinner I will."
The two women couldn't help laughing at their husbands' faces.
"Pregnant women," whispered Faramir.
To Éowyn, it was a beautiful day. One of these days the world didn't seem to exist except for her and the people she loved. And she was grateful for that.
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