Another Sea

The world was made of grass and sky, knit together by the wind that pulled Lothiriel's hair across her eyes. Yellow waves as high as her horse's belly rippled away to the horizon, where the mountains far to south and east were smudges less substantial than the thunderheads piled above them. A hawk sailed overhead, its shriek ringing against the vast cloud-streaked bowl of the sky, and the unending scour of the wind echoed the rush of surf on shore. It sounded like home.

"I never thought to find another ocean here," she whispered. Eomer took her hand, and smiled.

[One of Starlight's birthday requests was Eomer & Lothiriel.]