By: Dana
Summary: Her captain fell before the start of the war.
Characters: Éowyn, mention of canon characters, original character (Brunhild)
Pairings: Éowyn/OFC (Éowyn/Brunhild)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Femslash, original character death
Author's Notes: Have you ever just had something happen? And then it took on a life of its own.
There will be more of these two, I promise.
Hyel, this is for you, and also exists because of you. (Hyel is, I tell you, absolutely brilliant. I love her so.)
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

3002

It's been months now since they came to Edoras, and all Éowyn knows is that she misses her mother and her father, and Éomer spends more time playing éored with their cousin Théodred and the other lads, than he has spent with her. Well, Éowyn thinks, she doesn't need Éomer to play, most especially since she met Brunhild, who she likes a whole lot. Maybe mostly because they are both girls, and Brunhild doesn't seem to like the boys all that much, not when they play at their games and leave her out, too – and that is something that Éowyn very much understands.

Brunhild's uncle is the Captain of Éowyn's uncle's Guard, but maybe if Éowyn were queen, Brunhild could be the Captain of hers.

sometime in between

Laughing, Brunhild asks: "Where are you going?"

"Out!" Éowyn declares. "Away from this place."

This has come to be a joke between them, as they have spoke these words before. Brunhild smiles, and her brown eyes (right now, flecked with shades of grey) shine brightly, and fingers wind themselves about Éowyn's wrist, and give a willful tug. "You will take me with you, then?"

"I would not go without my Captain," Éowyn says, and it feels that she grins a bold grin. The hall is long and grey and cold, and Éowyn steps close and sets her palm against the beating of Brunhild's heart. "Will you go with me, then?"

"I will, my lady," Brunhild whispers, and, her mouth catches Éowyn's in a laughing kiss.

3019

One spring turned to summer, and then to autumn and to winter, and the year as it always had, turned again to spring. One year and then another, and Éowyn is older now and tired, and her life is turning, too: into a cage, and she is bound by it and its steel, and she would like nothing more than to ride out into the grey-green emptiness beyond this prison that is her home.

But she would not be followed, not as she would have been before – and it has been five years now since Brunhild had gone – a wasting sickness, and winter had turned to spring, and new life had stolen away the old.

There is time enough still for Éowyn to follow after.