She still spoke to him formally, and the smile she gave him was guarded, though he expected nothing less. They had been through much together, but he knew she did not have the memories he held. Even then he had known her to be carefully restrained, a daughter of Kings and shieldmaiden of Rohan.
"I could not sleep," he admitted, looking out to the water. He watched the slow lap of the waves against the shore, the sight calming him. He could not know what would happen in Middle-Earth, and he knew that he must reconcile with that fact. It was easier thought than done, but if anyone in this city could understand, it would be Eowyn.
Still he found himself reluctant to divulge exactly what troubled him. It was long since he had anybody to confide in, and he did not want to burden her with his own worries. "There are days I still expect to wake somewhere in Eriador, under the stars. The walls of the apartment seem stifling."
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"I could not sleep," he admitted, looking out to the water. He watched the slow lap of the waves against the shore, the sight calming him. He could not know what would happen in Middle-Earth, and he knew that he must reconcile with that fact. It was easier thought than done, but if anyone in this city could understand, it would be Eowyn.
Still he found himself reluctant to divulge exactly what troubled him. It was long since he had anybody to confide in, and he did not want to burden her with his own worries. "There are days I still expect to wake somewhere in Eriador, under the stars. The walls of the apartment seem stifling."