26. Banner of Rohan
In a few moments, she would present the banner to the new King. Fate had been kind to him though cruel as well. Traditionally, the standard of the King’s house was handed down from father to son, but not so today. It had changed when the old King had had the grievous task of burying his son, the shining glory of young manhood dimmed by death. Yet still, there was the sister-son to whom the crown would go, a bittersweet joy. Then the King had been slain in battle, naming his nephew as heir with his dying breath. Thus it was that it fell to her, his sister, to make the presentation.
The door creaked open and a voice said, "My lady, it is time."
Nodding in acknowledgement, she rose and left the antechamber. She paid no heed to the murmurs that came from the rows of people that lined either side of the Golden Hall. Her eyes were fixed on the beloved face that sat quietly on the throne. How right he looked sitting there with the gold in the crown almost matching the gold of his hair. Before she realized it, she was before him.
"As it has been done since the beginning, I give you the Standard of Rohan," she said in clear voice that could be heard by all. "The second line of the House of Eorl has ended and the third line of Eomer Eadig has begun."
Eomer accepted the banner from Eowyn and as she started to back away he stopped her.
"Just a moment," he said and stood. "We are at the dawning of a new age. With the blessing of the King of Gondor and the Prince of Ithilien, I give this banner to you, my sister. A wedding present if you will," he placed the precious cloth in her arms. "In Emyn Arnen, the banners of Rohan and Ithilien shall fly together, uniting the two lands just as you and Faramir will be joined in marriage."
It took Eowyn a moment before she could pry her tongue from the roof of her mouth. "But what of you?"
Eomer smiled and gently caressed her cheek. "I start a new House in a new Age, what better time for a new banner."
Eowyn clasped the flag to her breast, a piece of her home, her heritage would go with her. Maybe now, it would be easier to leave and start her new life.
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