Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 5 |
| Still Room |
| Ithilien, in the Fourth Age Barring the children from the still room this summer was, Éowyn thinks, the second best decision of her life. Here, all is fierce order – material proof of her skill, capability, and art. Outside, the chaos of young voices continues unabated, as it will for years – laughter, shrieks, the occasional yell. Eight children, family and friends, make a royal racket. Hardly noticing what she does, Éowyn untangles the voices one by one, interprets them… And stays in her seat. Nobody is hurt. The door opens. A kingly head looks inside. “Headache,” says her liege-lord and healer. Éowyn points to the shelf. |