Far and Away

A story of Eowyn, daughter of Eomund and Theodwyn, sister of Eomer. Here is her story, for my point of view, based off of J. R. R. Tolkien's work. Story: Far and Away Rating: pg-13 Chapter I

It was late at night and four-year-old Eomer was still up. His nursemaid was supposed to up him to bed at dusk but she was called to go to Theodwyn, Eomer's mother. The little golden-haired tot walked over to the low window of his room. He clumsily climbed into the window seat. The starlight shown into the small nursery room. Eomer understood that his mother was going to have a baby and that within the last few months her stomach had grown big for some reason.

He heard soft cries coming from down the hall. He climbed off the seat and tiptoed toward the door. The door was solid oak and was heavy. Eomer pulled the door with all this might and it opened halfway. He crept down the hall and sat down right outside his parent's room. He heard his nursemaid talking to his mother in hushed tones.

"Breath in deeply and just relax, lady Theodwyn.that's it. You're doing fine. Remember how you did with Eomer? Do just that."

"But.it's been four years since that." Eomer heard his mother breath in painfully. "Oh.I don't know if I can do this again.where.is Eomund?"

"He's coming, we sent scouts out to bring him back."

Eomer leaned over and peeked thru the crack in the door. His mother was lying on a bed, breathing laboriously, and covered with sweat. Fear filled his mind. Was she dying? Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs behind him. His father emerged from the wide stairwell. Eomund grabbed up Eomer and hugged him tight. Eomer snuggled into his father's warm embrace.

"Missed you, Daddy," Eomer said into his father's neck. Eomund's arms tightened around his little boy.

"I missed you too, Eomer. Is your mother in her room?" Eomer nodded and Eomund walked into the room, with Eomer still clinging to his neck. The nursemaid tried to shoo Eomer away, but Eomund insisted that he stay, at least for now. Eomer's father set him down on the bed next to his mother.

"Hullo, mama. Are you sick?" He patted his mother's hair. "You feel warm."

"My dear, sweet baby. Your mama's not sick, she is going to be having a baby soon, love." She kissed Eomer's cheek. "By morn I think that you shall have a new brother or sister.but I think it would be wise if you went off to bed now." Her face turned pale and she held back a groan as best she could.

Eomer's nursemaid picked him up and carried him out of the room. She took him back to bed and tucked him in. Then she hurried out of the room, back to his mother. Eomer lay there, thinking. Would he really have a brother.or sister.in the morning?

"I don't know which one I would like more, a brother or a sister." Eomer whispered to himself. He tucked his hands behind his head and stared up at the designs on the wooden ceiling. His eyes became heavy and he fought to stay awake, but he was losing that fight. He yawned, rolled over and fell asleep.

In the morning, Eomer sleepily opened his eyes. He tried to sit up, but he was so wrapped up in the sheets that he tumbled out of bed with a thud. He rubbed his eyes and blinked against the strong morning sun coming thru the window. Clumsily he walked to his parent's bedroom. He pulled open the door and looking around the room, saw no new brother or sister. Instead, he saw his father holding his mother and a bundle, lying next to them.

"Mama.where's my new brother or sister?"

"Come here, Eomer. This is your baby sister, Eowyn."

Eomund lifted his son onto the bed and placed him by the bundle. Inside was a pink, little.baby? Eomer wrinkled his nose.

"That is my sister? Why does she look.so strange?"

Theodwyn laughed lightly. "Eomer, this is what babies look like at first, but don't worry, she'll change very quickly. Do you like what we named her?"

"What is it?"

"Eowyn Elemmire .do you like it?"

"Yes.I do. I think it's a pretty girl's name."

Theodwyn kissed her firstborn softly on his forehead. And from that day on, Eomer's life changed forever.