“I don’t like it here,” Éowyn sniffed. “I want to go home, Éomer.”

Éomer was suddenly fighting back tears as well. “We can’t go home, Éowyn ,” he said quietly, “You know we can’t.”

“Why?” she demanded, beginning to cry, and Éomer pulled her into his lap, trying to soothe her. “Mother…” she gulped, “...Mother said you were the master of Aldburg now! So why aren’t we living there instead of here?”

“I’m not old enough,” he told her, scowling. “When I am older, we’ll go back to Aldburg, Éowyn , I promise. We won’t stay in Edoras forever.”