Eowyn has been finding motherhood more difficult than she expected, hard as she tries. She loves their son, but she is tired, unnerved by the changes in her body that have not gone away since giving birth, and often short-tempered even by her own standards. Knowing that it all is typical of a new mother makes it no less irritating, and knowing she is being irrational makes it no easier to refrain.
But at last she has the healer's blessing once more to ride, at least for short distances. This is a longer ride than they have yet attempted, and she is determined to enjoy all of it, despite the necessity of going at a slower pace than she would wish.
And it is a beautiful ride. Winter in the forests of Ithilien is altogether different from winter in the Mark, where the winds blow sharp. Here things are softer, and the snow decorates the trees, create strange sculptures that sparkle in today's sunlight.
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Date: 2019-05-16 11:35 am (UTC)But at last she has the healer's blessing once more to ride, at least for short distances. This is a longer ride than they have yet attempted, and she is determined to enjoy all of it, despite the necessity of going at a slower pace than she would wish.
And it is a beautiful ride. Winter in the forests of Ithilien is altogether different from winter in the Mark, where the winds blow sharp. Here things are softer, and the snow decorates the trees, create strange sculptures that sparkle in today's sunlight.