I Will Always Be There

by Pippinmerry

Eowyn ran quickly to her cousin’s side. “Theodred?” she whispered, gripping his hand tightly.

He slowly turned his head and smiled at her. “Eowyn,” he managed to say before he started to cough.

She began to cry as she looked at her cousin’s broken body. Ever since she had come to live with her uncle nearly seventeen years before, she had been extremely close to her cousin, despite the seventeen year age difference. He had been her protector for years and the only one, aside from her brother, who didn’t scoff at her desire to fight.

She remembered the day she had come to stay permanently at Edoras.



Seven-year-old Eowyn sat quietly next to her brother as the cart brought them closer and closer to their new home.

“It will alright, Wyn. You remember Uncle Theoden and cousin Theodred,” said eleven-year-old Eomer.

She just nodded.

“Eowyn, it’s not like you to be so quiet.”

“I miss Mama and Father.”

Eomer felt his eyes fill with tears, which he quickly wiped away. He had to be strong for his younger sister. He hugged her close to him. “As do I.”



The two soon found themselves climbing the stone steps towards their new home, the Golden Hall of Meduseld. Eowyn clung tightly to her brother’s hand as they were led inside.

A tall man with light colored hair greet them. “Eowyn. Eomer.” He hugged the two children. “Welcome.”

“Hello, Uncle Theoden,” said Eomer, trying his best to act as one should when greeting an elder.

Eowyn, however, burst into tears. She clung to her brother’s side. “I don’t want to stay! I want to go home! I want my mother!”

A pair of strong hands removed her from her stunned brother’s side. She was picked up and held tightly. “It will be fine, dear Eowyn,” said Theodred.

Eowyn sobbed against her cousins chest as her uncle and brother had their things brought inside and into their rooms. Theodred said nothing. He held his little cousin as she released all the grief and pain she’d kept inside recently.

After a while, her crying subsided. Theodred pulled her from his chest. He brushed back her blonde hair and tucked it behind her ears. “Are you feeling better now, Eowyn?”

She nodded, not wanting to speak for fear of crying again. She admired her older cousin. He rode with the Rohirrim. Ever since her father’s death earlier that year, she had wanted to avenge him.

Theodred placed her on the ground and took her hand. “Come on. I”ll show you your room. It’s right next to mine.”

Eowyn nodded. She looked up at her cousin. “Theo, will I get ride with you in the Rohirrim?”

Theodred stopped and got down to her level. “I would be honored to have you by my side, Eowyn, but I don’t wish to see you hurt.”

“I wouldn’t get hurt.”

Theodred smiled at his little cousin before, once again, taking her hand and leading down the corridor to her room.

Once she was settled, Theodred kissed her goodbye and left the room. Eowyn looked around her new room. It was bigger than her old one but much more plain. Her old room was filled with flowers and paintings.

“What do you think?”

Eowyn looked up at the voice. “Hello, Uncle Theoden.”

“I see you’re feeling better.” Theoden moved into her room and sat on her bed.

“Yes. I’m sorry, Uncle, for how I acted.” She stood in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Oh, don’t be sorry, child.” He pulled her onto his lap. “You’ve suffered a great loss that one so young shouldn’t bear.” He kissed the top of her head. “It will take awhile for you to recover but I will be here if you need me.”


Eowyn nodded as her uncle kissed her again. She crawled off his lap and he left the room. She laid back on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts traveled to her parents. Her father had been killed by Orcs and her mother, who never recovered fully, died a few months later. She rolled onto her side. “I miss you,” she whispered as a tear fell down her cheek. The exhaustion of the past few days caught up with her and she fell asleep, fully dressed.

She awoke with a start a few hours later. She found herself underneath covers and in her nightclothes. Another tear escaped her eye as she remembered her dream. She and her father had been sitting together as he sang her a song of the old Kings of Rohan.

Eowyn threw back the covers and headed out of the room. She walked down the corridor and entered the first room she found. It turned out, her guess had been correct.

She went up to the side of her cousin’s bed. “Theo?”

Theodred slowly awoke. “Eowyn?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Theodred moved over so she could crawl in beside him. “Bad dream?” he asked she snuggled up next to him.

“No. It was a good dream, just a sad one. Father was singing to me about the old Kings.”

Theodred pulled her close to him. “I remember Uncle Eomund’s songs. They were something to enjoy. He wouldn’t want you to be sad, Eowyn. He sang them so you would be happy.”

She sighed. “I know, but I can’t help it. All, I can think of now, is how he won’t sing to me any longer.” She looked up her cousin. “Do you wish you had known your mother?”

“Sometimes. Father’s told me enough about her that I feel as if I did know her, though. He’s told me of all the good times they had together. That’s what you should do, Eowyn, remember the good times. Can you do that?”

“I can try, I suppose.”

“Good. Now, I do believe it’s time for bed.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“Eowyn, I don’t...” He was interrupted by a soft creaking of the door opening. Looking up, Theodred saw Eomer. “Was there a party I wasn’t told about?”

Eomer walked over to the bed. “Not that I know of. I went to Eowyn’s room and she wasn’t there.”

Eowyn sat up in bed. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I couldn’t sleep.”

Eomer took hold of his sister’s hand. “Come on. You can stay in my room tonight.”

Theodred looked at his cousin. “Are you sure, Eomer?”

“Yes. She did every night we were with Aunt. Come on, Wyn.”

Eowyn looked back her cousin as her brother led her from the room. She turned to her brother once they were in the corridor. “I do think we’ll be alright here. As long as Theo’s around.”



“Eowyn?”

A soft voice woke her from her memories. Eowyn looked up and saw her brother, twenty-eight now and Marshell of the Mark. “He’s not well, Eomer.”

He laid a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “We should speak to the King.”

Eowyn nodded and placed a kiss on her cousin’s head. “I will be back.”

The two went to the throne to speak to their uncle. He had been weak of late. Most of his whispered words were relied through his servant, Grima Wormtongue. Neither Eowyn nor Eomer liked the man very much.

“Uncle.” Eowyn went to her uncle’s side and knelt before him. “Theodred is badly wounded, my lord.”

“Orcs ambushed him. If we don’t start defending our lands, Saruman will take it by force.”

Grima appeared from the shadows. “Lies. Saruman is our ally.”

“These Orcs are roaming freely throughout Rohan, unchecked and unchallenged, killing all in their path. Orcs bearing the white hand of Saruman.” Eomer threw an Orc helmet with a large white hand print at his uncle’s feet.

Eowyn watched as Grima baited her brother. She got up to check on her cousin. His injuries worried her deeply. She glanced back to see her brother grab Grima by the neck. He was probably looking at her again. She shuddered to think of that man lusting after her.

She sat by his side for over an hour. A member of the Rohirrum, Hama, had come to her earlier with word of her dear brother’s banishment from Rohan. Taking a hold of her cousin’s hand, she whispered, “I hope whatever is troubling your father leaves him soon. Please, Theodred, you must recover for the good of your father. Do you remember the time...”



Twelve-year-old Eowyn chased after the boys. “Give it back!” she yelled.

“No, you’re a woman and a future lady of the court. You can’t have swords.” The boys stopped and looked at her. “Swords are for the Rohirrim.”

Eowyn placed her hands across her chest and glared at the lads. “I’m going to be in the Rohirrim and fight along side my brother and cousin.”

The boys laughed. “No, you won’t. They won’t let you. No one will.”

She made to launch herself at the boys but a pair of hands held her back. She looked up to see her cousin, Theodred was twenty-nine now and a proud member of the Rohirrim. “Theo! Tell them I will fight with you one day!”

Theodred sighed. He regreted his words to her five years before. “Why don’t you give me the sword and run along now lads?”

“Yes, M’lord,” the boys said in unison. They handed Theodred the wooden sword they had taken from Eowyn and ran off.

Eowyn looked up at her cousin. “You said...”

He knelt down to her. “I know what I said. I said I would be honored to have you by my side, but I do not wish to lose you. I lost my mother, my aunt, my uncle. I couldn’t stand losing you. I don’t want your brother fighting either, but Father wishes is. He hopes Eomer will one day be a Marshell of Eastfold, like your father.”


“Why can’t I?”

“Maybe, when I am king, we can change that. Father won’t budge, but maybe I could be persuaded.”

Eowyn’s face light up. “Really?”

Theodred smiled and nodded at his cousin. He wasn’t sure if he would actually keep that promise. He hated the thought of her in battle. “I cannot promise I will, but I will keep it in mind. As long as you don’t go picking fights. Can you promise me that?”

“Of course, Theo.” She held out her hand but he pulled her in for a hug.

“I will always be here for you, Wyn.”



She told him stories until she fell asleep. Theodred died during the night. Eowyn awoke to this news. She kissed his forehead and left his side. Her cousin was dead. Her brother was banished. Her uncle’s mind was no longer his own. Was she destined to lose everyone she loved?

She went to the throne room. She had to tell her uncle of his son’s death. Perhaps the news would break him from his shell. Perhaps he would send men after Eomer, begging for his return.

She ran to her uncle’s side. “My lord, Theodred, he’s dead. Uncle? Will you not go to him? Will you do nothing?”

At her uncle’s blank stare and lack of emotions, she returned to her cousin’s side and wept. “Oh, Theodred. Dear cousin. You were such a comfort during hard times.”

Grima appeared behind her. “What a tragedy, for the King to lose his only son and heir. His passing must be especially hard now that Eomer has deserted you.” He placed a clammy hand on her shoulder.

She cringed away, stood up and looked at him. “Leave me alone, snake!”

“You are alone.” He reached his hand out and touched her face. As she closed her eyes, he move it to her neck.

“You’re word are poison!” she spat at him. She fled the room and the Golden Hall. Looking out over the horizon, she saw three horses approaching. She watches as they enter the city of Edoras before she returned inside the Hall.

She heard the commotion and enter quickly. She saw a white wizard standing over her uncle. Terrified it was Saruman, she tried to run to her uncle’s side but a pair of strong arms stopped her.

She watched as the wizard battled with an unseen force. The hand holding back, let her go and she ran to uncle’s side. Before her eyes, her uncle returned to the man she remembered.

“I know your face. Eowyn.”