The Flower of Minas Tirith (Eomer love story)

Prologue

Little girl ran to a boy who looked only three years older. Making them five and eight. . He lifted his sister up to his arms twirling around. Then from behind them ran a eleven year old boy tackling them all to the grass laughing. They were the children of the steward. They finally sat up. Boromir the oldest and the second son Faramir squeesed their sister Sonja between them. Even though the boys had sandy colored hairs and blue-green eyes and Sonja had them both as dark brown you could figure them as siblings. They all had the same nose and chin. Sonja and Boromir had the same cheekbones and shape of eyes. Sonja had the same forehead and ears as Faramir. In all they looked lot the same. "Kids!"Their badly ill mother Finduilas yelled from the door. She stroked their youngest's head and said: "Go put something nice we have visitors from Rohan" They all ran upstairs. They put on their finest after they bathed. Boromir helped Sonja with her dress and Faramir braided her hair. When they got down there was King Theoden and two boys. They were bit younger than Boromir. Boys bowed and Sonja curtsied. "These are our children Boromir, Faramir and Sonja"Finduilas introduced. "This is my son Theodred and this is my nephew Eomer"Theoden told. The brown eyed Eomer looked at the youngest child of the steward. "Go play outside"Denethor said to the kids. They all went outside, They played soldiers. Even Sonja. She did not find the being a princess very interesting she liked to be more like a boy. She got little tired and climbed up in a tree. After a while someone came after her. The boy with golden logs heldd his hand out "I am Eomer"He said. "Sonja"she whispered shyly. Surprisingly when she took his hand he pulled her in a hug. She did not protest though. She kinda liked the hug.