More angst. Deal.

[duskdancer]

The large desk in the royal chambers was littered with papers, most of them blank. The ones under Lúthien's hand were covered with delicately written tengwar and musical notes. Candles illuminated the room, while outside it was dark, inky blackness courtesy of Ungoliant

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[eomer_of_rohan]

Eomer: The halls were dark, no torches lit, but he remembered the way to the royal chambers anyway. He'd known it blind, after all. And he could feel her, clearer with every step, until he stood in the doorway and blinked into the candlelight, letting his eyes adjust...

Luthien: The quill in her hand slipped slightly, causing a rather unsightly blotch of ink to smear all over her paper. Lúthien hissed and would have thrown the papers and the quills and the inkwell across the room, but it would have been pointless. Instead she sighed and rubbed her eyes, putting the papers away for now and covering the well. She stood to blow out some of the candles but froze when a movement in the doorway caught her eye. It can't be...

Eomer: Eomer saw her clearly when she stood, dark-haired and pale, more pale than he remembered. Two months, Jade said... With a deep breath he stepped forward, the soft warm light gleaming in his chainmail and in his hair. "Deorbridd min?"

Luthien: "Maltiro nin?" she whispered, breath caught in her throat. Was he a

[duskdancer]

Lúthien was silent for a moment while trying to collect herself. She nuzzled his hair gently, burying her face against his throat and absorbing his warmth. "I'm fine. The children are fine. We're better now that you're here. Everything is better."

[eomer_of_rohan]

"Good." Eomer breathed a sign of relief, believing her without need of proof although he itched to hold his daughters and son again. Still half-lost in the scent of her hair, he glanced over her head to the window, the sill thick with defiant candles lit to hold back an almost palpable darkness. "It's dark. But it feels like daytime. Jade mentioned Ungoliant..."

[duskdancer]

"Yes. Ungoliant decided to compliment the mood of the city by making everything dark. It's disgusting." She kissed his cheek and nodded to the desk and the papers. "I'm writing a song. It's an enchantment to counteract the dark. I'm trying to get the wording right. ... Do you want to see the children?"