Prequel to my version of The Lord of The Rings trilogy

The Funeral of Theodred

As the solemn procession made its way through the streets of Edoras, the people gathered to pay their respects. The funeral of Théodred, son of Théoden, was a moment of deep sorrow and reflection. The body of the fallen prince was carried on a bier by six royal guards, their faces set in grim determination. The procession moved slowly, accompanied by the mournful music of horns and the subdued whisper of the wind.

Théoden walked at the head of the procession, his face lined with grief and weariness. Beside him strode Aragorn, his face a mask of stoic sympathy, and Gandalf, who surveyed the scene with a sorrowful, yet understanding gaze. Legolas and Gimli followed closely with Liv, David,Lily and Saya their expressions reflecting the weight of the loss. The people of Edoras walked in silence, their faces reflecting the collective mourning of their city.

When the procession reached the burial mounds outside the city gates, the body was carefully placed at the entrance of Théodred's final resting place. The women of Edoras, led by Éowyn, awaited with heavy hearts. Éowyn, her eyes red from tears, stood apart from the crowd, her gaze fixed on the tomb.

As the body was gently passed from the royal guards to the women, Éowyn took a deep breath and began to sing a hauntingly beautiful dirge. Her voice, though trembling, carried the weight of her grief and her love for her fallen kin. The mournful melody echoed through the valley, mingling with the soft rustling of the wind.

Liv approached Éowyn as the body was laid to rest within the tomb. The doors of the tomb were slowly closed, sealing Théodred away from the living world. Liv, her own heart heavy with the weight of loss, walked up to Éowyn, her eyes filled with empathy.

"Will you be alright?" Liv asked softly, her voice gentle.

Éowyn looked at Liv, her expression a mixture of sadness and resolve. "I will be," she replied, though her voice was tinged with a quiet sorrow.

Liv took a step closer, her gaze compassionate. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love," she said, her voice carrying a depth of understanding.

Éowyn's eyes met Liv's with a hint of surprise. "You do?"

Liv nodded, her expression solemn. "I lost both my grandfathers and many comrades. It's incredibly painful, but in time, you learn to carry on. The memories, the love—they stay with you, even when the pain begins to fade."

Éowyn took in Liv's words, her gaze reflecting a mixture of gratitude and introspection. "Thank you," she said softly. "It helps to know that others understand."

Liv offered a reassuring smile. "You're not alone, Éowyn. We all grieve in our own way, but we can find strength in each other."

Éowyn nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I will remember that," she said, her voice steadying. "Thank you, Liv."

As the finality of the burial settled over them, Éowyn took a deep breath, drawing strength from Liv's words and the support of those around her. The mourners began to disperse, leaving the tomb in a respectful silence, their hearts heavy with the weight of their collective grief.