arwenn-evenstar:

Arwen  let out a small laugh at her statement. “I could never expect such a miricle from you” she smiled “But I have heard you skills with the horses have only got better since… well you know all about the battles that happened” a small smile spread on her face. It was amazing even to Arwen, how skilled Eowyn was with the animals. Sure Arwen could calm them, keep their endurence up but the training was much harder.

“As long as I’m not going to impose, your sleeping arangements must be cramped at the moment, you have many men here”

She smiled softly at her happy that she could stay with someone she had came to reguard as close and very trusted friend “As I said as long as it is no problem for you, I do not wish to get in the way” Arwen gave a small nod at her question, “While I stay, there must be tasks to be done, I’m no stranger to graft, if there is anything you may need, please, Eowyn, just ask” Being well prepared for working was something she was used too now.

The rain pattered harder against the canvas. A soothing sound by all means, though more frightening with the accompaniment of lightning and thunder. The tents never seemed adequate enough in these times. 

Eowyn hastened to the corner of the kitchen/dining room to the lamp, which she lit with help from the cook stove’s flames. Their faces brightened. 

“Thank you Arwen.” Eowyn smiled graciously, returning to her tea. She glanced up as the walls and ceiling of the tent alighted with a white-blue hue. She tried to mask her rising anxiety.  

arwenn-evenstar:

Arwen tried her best to keep herself composed as she spoke “Why Eowyn? why ask such questions?” she smiled softly trying to keep herself under control, it was a subject that was so close to her heart, her people meant everything to her but so did Aragorn and she had been fully prepared to give everything up for him.

She nodded and managed a genuine smile at Eowyn “There is nothing to forgive, I granted you permission to ask, please, there is nothing to forgive” She shuffled in her seat trying to make herself more comfortable.

Arwen nodded happily, letting herself cheer up she hated dwelling on the past as that was where it had to stay. There had been many things she wished to change but she could not. “If you wish, if you don’t mind may I take camp here for a while? I’ll stay as long as you need for the training… but I shall have to return in a week or so but I would return soon”

Eowyn shook her head, “It would be nothing but a pleasure to have you! I cannot promise that the horses will be trained in a week, however.” 

Her company was so welcome, and the tea was so lovely. The air was quickly growing chilly, but its effects did not bother Eowyn. She drew another sip from her cup. Night was falling quickly as well. 

“I will put the cot in the living room for you; we will simply convert it into a guest room. Faramir should be arriving sometime during the week. Would you like a blanket to rest on your shoulders?” 

diamondoflongcleeve: 

Diamond gazed up at the woman. She had never seen a lady before, and had only seen Big Folk that were men.

“N-no intrusion my lady.” Diamond curtsied deeply and inclined her head. She recognised the name ‘Gondor’ to be that of the silver and white armour that Pippin wore, and she knew then that these were important people indeed.

“My name is Diamond North Took, this is indeed the home of Peregrin. My family… My family is just visiting from the Northfarthing as we have always done in the past.” She surveyed the two people standing in front of her and wondered if she should invite them inside, t’would be the proper thing to do, but she wasn’t certain they would fit.

“D-do you want to come in? Or shall I bring tea out here on the patio?” She asked moving her hand in a sweeping motion indicating the bright sun-light area where the three might partake in afternoon tea in relative comfort and warmth.

Eowyn returned a curtsy, and Faramir a gentlemanly bow. “A reunion, how delightful! The least we would hope to do is intrude upon this party, however,” Eowyn added seriously. Her eyes were full of gentleness, her shoulders rounded with humility. She was always so charmed by the spirits of the hobbits; particularly such kindly ones as this Diamond North Took.

“But if it would not be a bother…tea would be absolutely lovely. Perhaps it would be best if we brought it outside? There is little that sounds lovelier than a cup of tea and friendly company. Much gratitude is ours!” 

arwenn-evenstar:

“I did not think you would mind, especially not with such a task.. I know you love animals. Especially horses, after all you’re from Rohon a horse lord” She smiled at the reaction she had received from Eowyn, she knew she would have agreed to helping. A small smile spread on her lips at the pleasure the woman received.

When Eowyn spoke Arwen was quite obviously take a-back by the question she had asked. It was one of the last things she had ever expected to be asked.”It’s quite simple really, Aragorn, I would give up anything to spend a lifetime with him and I gave up the biggest thing I could but I don’t regret it, I’m happy now, happier than I ever could have hoped” She smiled softly at the thought of her husband. He really did mean the world to her and she would have gave and she would give anything for him.

Again she had not expected what the young woman had asked, though this time it was something she had tried not to think about too much. “Of course I long for them, I miss my people, my family…”  Her eyes filled with a little liquid as she had spoke of her people, she missed them. “Excuse me Lady Eowyn, I am sorry” She spoke softly as she took a small cloth on the table and wiped her eyes quickly trying to compose herself once more. She paused for a couple of seconds as she caught her breath once more “But I doubt they’ll return, some have… but I hold no hope for my mother or my distant family”

Eowyn’s heart sank…she had feared the question had been too bold. So much change—bad along with good—had come from the Ring; change that was different, and yet the same for everyone in Middle Earth. Eowyn, too, had lost much of what she had known; she thus had hoped that Arwen’s answers might help her to answer her own deepest hurts. She suddenly felt a lurch of longing for Faramir.

Eowyn covered Arwen’s hands with her own. She could summon no words to express the regret and empathy felt in her soul. No words except, “…I’m sorry….Forgive me…Aniron gladhad. And I hope you can laugh while you visit.”

To distract them both from visions and memories that neither of them wished to conjure, Eowyn finished with the tea and gathered the cups. She placed a steaming portion in front of Arwen and herself. The rain had started pattering heavily on the canvas above and around them. She offered her a smile of courage. 

“So…shall we begin the training tomorrow morning, then?” Eowyn placed the cup to her lips and drew a sip of the calming drink.  

Hullo everyone. Lovely day isn’t it?

diamondoflongcleeve:

eowyn-whiteladyofrohan:

diamondoflongcleeve:

eowyn-whiteladyofrohan:

diamondoflongcleeve:

I think I’m going to bake some strawberry pie. 

Oh this looks lovely! Can I have slice? :D

Why of course you can. It’s for anyone who wants some, and these here strawberries are nice and fresh. *hands over a slice*

So warm! mmmm You have a perfected craft, dear. *closes eyes as the pie melts in her mouth* 

Ah thank you. People tell me that of all the things I do… baking is what I do best. I’m glad you like it, it means alot to me. *smiles brightly* Would you like any milk? It’s fresh this morning.

Milk would be wonderful! Thank you! *knocks down a small glass* Pie and milk in the morning…it doesn’t get much better. :)) 

diamondoflongcleeve:

eowyn-whiteladyofrohan:

Diamond gazed out the window, if there was any “indoor activity” that she didn’t mind it was baking. Her mother had been most upset to find her outside wandering about like a lad and as such Diamond had been stuck inside the guest room of the Great Smial knitting in a sour mood.

When Pimpernel Took had snuck in and coaxed Diamond out with the promise of strawberry picking, well she couldn’t refuse. Now she was in the kitchen baking, and staring out the window.

She couldn’t help but wonder where Peregrin was and if she would see him again today. Ever since she had learned his eye colour she couldn’t help but think of his brilliant green eyes. She sighed. Suddenly a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

She glanced around, made sure her pie was safe: it was cooling on the windowsill. She figured the only person that it would be unsafe from was Pippin, and he didn’t seem to be around. She hurriedly made her way to the front door, before opening it she paused. Was it proper to open the door in another person’s house?

Diamond shrugged, no one else was about for now it seemed, and during the summers she and the rest of her family practically lived here. She cautiously opened the door and peered outside. Big Folk! Her first instinct was to  turn and run, but instead she pushed the door open. With a shy smile she looked up at the pair.

“H-hullo there.” She said, nervous but still maintaining her bright smile.

What a darling smile this hobbit had! And her hair was done up so artfully. The hobbit lady did not look familiar, but it was scarcely a surprise to Eowyn, seeing as so much time had passed since last she had seen Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo.  

“Hello,” Eowyn started, returning a delighted but anxious smile. The open door allowed the strong wafting scent of dessert to pass through. “My name is Eowyn, lady of Ithilien of Gondor…this is my husband Faramir, Prince of Ithilien. We’re sorry if we have intruded upon a party here. This was last the home of a hobbit by the name of Peregrin Took, and we had been hoping to pay him a visit.” As much as Eowyn was still yet ignorant of hobbiton ways, she did know that they did not allow much change in their lives. With Frodo’s friends, however, Eowyn was unsure what to expect. “Is there any chance that we might have come upon the right household?”   

Hullo everyone. Lovely day isn’t it?

diamondoflongcleeve:

eowyn-whiteladyofrohan:

diamondoflongcleeve:

I think I’m going to bake some strawberry pie. 

Oh this looks lovely! Can I have slice? :D

Why of course you can. It’s for anyone who wants some, and these here strawberries are nice and fresh. *hands over a slice*

So warm! mmmm You have a perfected craft, dear. *closes eyes as the pie melts in her mouth* 

The air in the Shire carried wonderful scents of the earth. Her horse, Windfola, perked up because of it even despite their long journey. Eowyn’s legs were sore from riding, but her spirits were at peace. She looked over at her dearly beloved Faramir, who had agreed that they visit their hobbit friends. 

“Oh, Faramir, I smell pie!” Eowyn exclaimed with a childish glee. Faramir beamed at her. He had chosen to ride Dernhelm (the horse he named after Eowyn’s pseudo-warrior name), who had recently been trained in the Riddermark. They had brought a host of guards along with them as well, but they had petered out into the inns until the Prince and Lady of Ithilien were ready to depart for home again.  

“It does sound like a lovely treat about now, doesn’t it.” 

“I hope they won’t mind a surprise visit,” Eowyn added (although it was one of the first issues the couple had discussed before the arduous journey). She brought her flask of water to her lips, though sadly only a few droplets moistened her palette.

It was only a few more paces and the two had come upon Pippin’s home. There were a few ponies outside the house, along with a few empty carts. Company? 

“Oh dear. I hope we won’t be intruding…” Eowyn remarked. 

Faramir chuckled. “They always enjoy good fellowship, my dearest! You should not worry yourself so oft.” He brushed his hand against her arm, her anxious smile meeting his sure one. Rest assured, Eowyn nodded and they dismounted their horses. There was a water trough near the ponies, and this was where they too fastened their rides. Eowyn kissed Windfola affectionately, and—Faramir leading her forward by the small of her back—they walked up to the round doorway of Pippin’s sweet home. 

They knocked and waited. 

Hullo everyone. Lovely day isn’t it?

diamondoflongcleeve:

I think I’m going to bake some strawberry pie. 

Oh this looks lovely! Can I have slice? :D

OOC:

I’m letting you all know that I have changed my domain name to eowyn-whiteladyofrohan. I want to depict the Eowyn of Healing—the reborn Eowyn that emerges from the aftermath of the Ring’s destruction. 

Sorry about that! This domain will remain now. :)) 

arwenn-evenstar:    

“Forgive me, I did not mean to ruin your suprise” Arwen smiled gently at her, she had already seen the baby boy and she knew he would become heir to Rohan; she could only imagine he would be a brave and respectful ruler. “But yes my Lady, you have been gifted with a boy and everything will run without difficulty” As they entered the tent that Eowyn had been living in Arwen automatically felt at home, the place was warm and had a cosy feel too it. One she didn’t feel all too often anymore with all the traveling she did now.

Arwen nodded in agreement with what she said, though she couldn’t help having pride in her horse. She had always served her well. “She is a wonderful horse and never served me wrong, I just fear her age” Arwen paused for a couple of seconds before speaking once more. “Forgive me for not asking but how is your horse? I hope she’s well”

She smiled widely at the woman who was busying herself on the stove. “Oh thank you Eowyn, that is a trouble off our minds, our stables are over run at the moment; we’ve barely place to keep our horses” A small chuckle escaped her at the small joke. Arwen settled into one of the chairs which was available, as she watched Eowyn shuffle around the room.

“My lady, you never need to ask, your questions are always welcome” A soft and warm smile was spread on her face as she tilted her head a little to the side in anticipation of what the question was going to be. Arwen could not imagine it to be something she would not wish to answer.

“It is no problem at all, my lady!” Eowyn smiled dearly. “It is nothing but a joy for me, working with the horses.” Indeed, her face softened with inner peace as she looked down at the tabletop. A lock of hair fell down the side of her face, though she tucked it behind her hair as she looked up again to ask,

“What has drawn you to align with men? I suppose it does not matter now in the height of all this Change…but I cannot fathom the hardship you have faced, watching your kin journey to the West.” She still thought oft of her uncle. 

Eowyn’s voice softened as she realized it may have been too bold a prompt. She stood to retrieve the whistling kettle. ”Perhaps what I mean to say,” Eowyn continued before Arwen could reply to her first words, “is, do you ever long for them? Will they return to Middle Earth?” 

arwenn-evenstar:

Arwen smiled at what she said, Faramir was always so caring, especially about those he loved, it didn’t surprise her at all to hear of her new weapon. “Oh that’s sweet of him and how are your archery skills coming along then? I see you’re quite attached to your weapon already?” She smiled widely as she glanced on the Bow slung across her. On a quick first glance she could tell it had been crafted by only the best of elves. Her people were skilled blacksmiths and could craft most things to only better than perfecting. “Your child, he will be a healthy young ‘un you know”

She let out a small laugh at the face Eowyn pulled. “Don’t apologise, I’m completely fine.. I’ve been longer without rest. Though I would appreciate anywhere you could give me” Her eyes glanced up to the sky as the clouds drew close and grey. “looks like a storm’s drawing close…”

At the mention of her horse Arwen’s eyes sparkled, she adored Asfaloth. She was of course her pride and joy. “Thank you Eowyn. Asfaloth of course, even though I fear his time is coming to be set free… age is only burdening now and possibly he has seen too much service” Arwen let out a small sigh, she was contemplating keeping him, letting him grow old in shelter.

As they walked through the camp Arwen spoke, almost completely forgetting about the reason she had came in the first place. “Speaking of horses, on request of Aragorn I have brought a couple of our wilder less tame animals, most of our trainers are tied up at the moment so if you or anyone here has any spare time, we would gladly appreciate your attention to them and training them”

Their canvas home was large enough for standing upright, and multi-dimensional with separate rooms. There was a place for a fire in the center. Temporary floorboards were laid out, covered with rugs to make the atmosphere warmer.

Faramir currently was in Edoras, speaking with the current steward of Rohan. Since the noble death of her uncle, King Theoden, councils had been created in deciding the temporary and projected ruler of the land; councils in which Faramir had a primary role. 

”’He’?” Eowyn’s heart leaped at the prospect of having a boy. It would make certain the next heir of Rohan. “I would never doubt the Sight of the Elves. What you say is a wonderful thing, indeed…!” she exclaimed softly. Eowyn led Arwen into the makeshift kitchen area of their home, where the cook stove had lessened to sputtering embers. She carefully placed her bow and quiver of arrows down on the bench near the door. She busied herself with fire and filled the kettle from the drum of water.

“Asfaloth is a horse of elders: she has led a noble life. Your pride in her is well.” Kettle sitting on the stove, Eowyn came to sit at the small table. Everything was small and scarce in the camp. They were the citizens of a ruined Osgiliath, awaiting in makeshift homes for the rebuilding of their home. Many homes here had already been built of legitimate materials; these were the homes of those who had lost hope in Osgiliath.

The distant gallop of thunder recalled Eowyn to Arwen’s mention of the other horses she had brought along her journey.

“It would be an honor to help with the training of the horses you brought with you. If we all live out this storm, that is,” Eowyn added with humor. The Riddermark had seen many a storm, and the horse-people had outlived them for ages. She glanced back at the kettle briefly, noting the steam that began climbing from the the spout, and returned her gaze to the beautiful Elf. This Ithilien camp—their tents—was no place for the queen of Gondor, though she was one of the fiercest women warriors Eowyn had ever known. Even so, in hopes of putting her heart at ease, she prompted Arwen,

“May I ask you a question of a more personal kind?”     

Question to you, rp fellowship!

Is anyone interested an inclusive RP—with all of us lotr rpers interacting (Or, however many want to join in)?