Hello again, my dearest Seedlings!Whew! It's been a wild ride since our last Q&A! So much has happened, and now seems as good a time as any to open the floor for more of your questions!
This Q&A will remain open indefinitely, so if you have a question that you'd like to ask our beloved Middle-Earthians, feel free to comment here with it. Who knows? One or more characters might just might answer! ;-)
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v3Olympus asks: 'To Éowyn, what does it feel like to wield the blade once more in battle?'
Éowyn: "Well, I would be a liar if I claimed that there is not a certain thrill to be found in battle. I am afraid though that there is not much fighting left in me. I am, after all, only two and a half years shy of my sixtieth birthday. Any threat to Elboron and his family will still see me reach for Witchbane, even though I be a hundred years old!"
Bergil: "I daresay there is still some fight in you yet, my lady. After all, were you not one of the only people to come away from the siege of Minas Ithil without having been in some sort of mortal peril?"
Faramir, Elboron, Sufyan, and Eruthiawen: "......................."
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spectra6 asks: 'For Lothíriel, how did you feel when you found out that your son, Elfwine, might be poisoned? For Elfwine, how did you feel? Were you scared?'
Elfwine: "Well of course I was afraid! And having numerous physicians all clamouring around me throughout the night hardly made it any easier. Every time I so much as cleared my throat, everyone looked at me as if they expected me to drop dead on the spot... Actually, the thought did occur to me at one point to ask my mother to leave. If I were to have been poisoned, well...no parent should have to watch their child die."
Lothíriel: "As if I would ever have left you." *squeezing Elfwine's hand* "My first reaction, dear reader, was one of denial. I wanted to believe that my eyes were deceiving me, and the stones in the belt had not actually changed colour. But they had, and this can only mean there is a traitor in our midst."
Elfwine: "A traitor who will pay dearly when I get my hands on them..."
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yavanna_kementari asks: 'Here is one for Na'Man. Do you get any quality time with your granddaughter at all, or are Sawda and Túrien a little overprotective? Myriam is so sweeeet!'
Tufayl: *chuckling* "Well well, Na'Man, so someone actually remembered you."
Na'Man: "Ahem. Don't you have your own child to be minding, Tufayl?? To answer the question, yes, I most certainly do get time alone with Myriam. Sawda is often occupied wth matters of city and state, and Túrien along with her. After all, Túrien must learn from her predecessor if she is to one day lead our City of Many Waters. Sufyan often brings Myriam to me during these times, and the three of us spend many hours in the gardens, walking the city, and tending to the Mûmakil herd at the Na'Man Ab Jubayr.
Sawda: "If anything, it is I who often envies my husband the unfettered time he spends with our granddaughter. I am teaching Túrien lullabies in our tongue though, songs which I sing to Myriam at night when we have quiet moments together."

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Seeds of the White Tree
FanfictionA story of the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth, told primarily from Prince Eldarion (Aragorn and Arwen's son) of Gondor's perspective. Sauron is defeated and the West is at peace, but there are still ghosts to face, and stories to be told. Featuring A...