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The Halls of her Forefathers were silent and cold. How does one explain to a man who would not listen that his only son and heir was dead? It was not a light task that was set upon the Lady's shoulders as she quietly closed the door behind her discovering the mysterious place at the end of all things. For a moment she paused where she stood pressing a hand against her stomach and one agianst her mouth trying to keep back any tears that wanted to fall. Someone had to be strong and those many eyes would be looking to her.

Lowering her hand, Eowyn stepped lightly with a solemn expression upon her face toward where the fireplace was. She needed time as well as space and this was, out of all of Edoras, was the only place she could do it at.

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Dan is sitting near the fireplace, and watches the woman as she approaches the fireplace. Something is upsetting her, obviously, but...there's an air there, about her.

Power. Strength.

He'll nod his head in a respectful greeting if she glances his way.

It's hard not to notice the other man sitting by the fire as well for he looks nothing like those of Rohan. Dark haired and tanned of complexion- he almost reminded her of the Ithilien Rangers she had heard her brother speak about. True, fair few of the Gondorans ever came to Rohan not with Denethor leading his people.

What nod of a head the man gave was returned in kind fashion as she gracefully sat upon a seat across from him glancing toward where the flames danced within the hearth. It was warm there which was more comforting than most people would notice.

To a dead man, heat from the fire is barely noticeable, but the familiar feeling of sitting in front of one is comforting in a way all its own.

"Evening, ma'am," he says, quietly.

"Westu Hal," the Lady replies, slowly sinking back into the chair as she lets her eyes flicker back to Dan. Dead or not he seems just as alive to her as Teja had the first time she had met him. There were no battle scars or the like to show her that he walked the land between. "Do forgive me. I wish not to interrupt what ever quiet that you have come here seeking."

Dan shakes his head. "No need to ask forgiveness," he replies easily. "If I was interested in quiet, I'd likely be upstairs - or out back, but it's awful cold this evening."

Something is still bothering her, but he won't press.

It was a mirthless smile that crossed over Eowyn's face. "The cold," she replied softly, "is everywhere it seems. Not like the winters of the past- no. It holds more it seems." Sighing softly she raised a hand to lightly touch her brow before glancing back toward Dan then the fire. "I would give my horse to have laughter once more if it meant that quiet must bide its time a little longer."

For half a second she seemed to truely smile but within a blink of an eye it was gone. "Have the snows fallen here yet?"

There is a Kender sitting at the fire place, his small frame and pointed ears thrown in contrast by the light.

"Hello!" he said happily and then his face fell, "Are you okay? Hey, would you like some candy?"

You know candy helps everything.

There's a little boy in an armchair by the fireplace, examining a model airplane he's just finished putting together.

He gives Eowyn a glance and a smile as she comes near, though.

Even on the darkest of days seeing a child would bring a smile to the Lady's face. It may be small but it is there as well as a nod of her head in greeting. The toy he has- if you could call it a toy- was something she had never seen before. Nothing like that resided in Middle Earth that she had ever seen. Of course, not all places in Middle Earth lead to Milliways...

"Westu Hal," Eowyn said softly in greeting.

He can tell it's a greeting, at least. "Hi," he says brightly. "It's a good night to sit by the fire, isn't it?"

"That it is. The embers are warm and the flames care not but for their dance." Looking back at the fireplace she seemed to release a held breath. "A comforting warmth."

Eowyn looked back to Arnold, lightly tilting her head to the left. "What toy do you play with?"

"It's an airplane," he explains, "open-cockpit model. I put it together this afternoon."

He holds out the plane (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v223/cursedpanda/plane.png) for her inspection.

"Air...plane," Eowyn tested the strange word. There was nothing like that- word and all- where she was from. Bright eyes studied the length of the model as the youth had called it, her curiosity perked. "We have no such things as that where I hail from. Most children play with toy horses or swords and spears."

Then lightly she asked. "What does it do?"

"Swords and spears? Cool!"

He beams at her. "It flies." Airplanes are just about his favorite things.

Eowyn laughed softly, "I know not what this cool is aside from how the weather may be, but to allow our children to play with such gives them better standings once they are older. It is also why a child learns to ride before they walk." Some say that her people had been born on a horse rather than in a bed.

"How does it fly? It has no wings like that of a bird or of the legend dragons."

"There's a motor here," he points at the nose, "that turns the propeller," he gives the propeller a little twirl with his finger, "and that makes the plane move fast enough to get off the ground, and gives it the thrust to stay in the air."

The thought of flying and the freedom that could have... Eowyn had to look away. It was not a freedom she would be granted the way things were going. "I will keep my feet planted to the ground then. As long as I have a horse that I call my own then that is all that I need."

Finally daring another glance at the you she frowned. "You have these where you are from?"

"Yeah, they're pretty common." He gives the propeller another twirl, pleased. "I've never ridden a horse, though. Is it fun?"

That brought another sad look from the Lady. "A shame. There are stables here did you know? Maybe a chance will come about that you may be able to ride. There are no other Riders here, though I could always teach you should you wish it so."

At the question of was it fun? Well, needless to say the smile slowly started to return. "To feel the wind blow through your hair, the thundering of hooves and the creak of leather and wood in your ears...the rush of galloping across the Mark. Yes. It is fun."

"Do forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund."

"Really?" he asks, suddenly very excited. "You'd teach me to ride?"

Then, politely: "I'm Arnold, it's very nice to meet you, Miss Eowyn."

She couldn't help but laugh again. "Eowyn will do, Arnold. I would be more than pleased to show you how to ride. Though I fear I do not know the horses that are in the stables here, I will try to find a way to bring my own mount here when you are ready to learn."

He was a nice young man. To many of the children in Edoras were quiet and feared not to laugh any more.

"Oh, you don't have to go out of your way to show me. But that would be really great when you have the time!" The prospect has him excited already, riding lessons cost a lot of money.

His bubbly nature was catchy- soon Eowyn found herself laughing softly and beaming a broad smile. It was just what she needed after the death of her cousin. "It is not out of my way to teach someone who wises to learn to ride how. My people are called the Horse Lords for a reason."

"To come from a world where people fly and know not how to ride a horse must mean it is an interesting place."

Horse Lords? Epic.

"Well, it's just because I live in the city, so there's not much space for horses. And driving out to the country for lessons is kind of expensive." Arnold doesn't think his home is very out of the ordinary, if she couldn't tell.

There's a pregnant woman sitting near Eowyn. She's been spending most of her time in Milliways by the fire as well. It's good for thinking.

So deep in thought Eowyn had been that she had not noticed the other woman till the faintest of movement caught her eye. Glancing sideways toward Teyla she gave a very small smile and nod of her head in greeting. "Westu Hal," she spoke softly, the faintest tilt of her head to the left. "Forgive me for being so forward, but when are you expected?"

Teyla smiles in return, nodding her head in greeting. "Nothing to forgive. It is another three months at least before I am due."

"Children are a true blessing. Congraduations." Her smile seemed to grow a little more as she looked back toward the other woman, settling back into her seat. One thing that Eowyn had found herself doing with people she seemed to meet within Milliways was compare them to others she knew from her world. It made understanding the place seem a little easier, however, Teyla was...different. She looked not like the Gondorans or the Mark.

"You are from another world?" A strange question to ask indeed.

"Thank you," Teyla says simply.

"Are we not all from other worlds here?" Teyla asks in return.

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