(I'll take that as a yes..? if not, than I can edit!)

and Tur, sure Sigefolc can know Eonera... lol...)

name: Eonera
paritage: Eomer and Lothirietl
siblings: Elfwine, and a few others.
age: 16
race: rohirric human
apperance:
http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g111/ ... eonera.jpg
plus blue eyes.
companion: dapple-grey stallion named Shadowmir
History: Born around the time of the War of the Rings, and in Rohan, and raised there as well as daughter of the house of Eorl. Though it is her eldest sibling, Elfwine, who is destined for the seat of Rohan.

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Eonera opened her eyes sleepily as the sun shone through her window onto her face. She looked out to see the blue sky that matched her eyes, the eyes of her father. She didn't want to leave the warm and comfortable safty of her feather bed and blankets that were white accept for the bear-skin used during colder nights that was folded up at the base of the bed. With reluctance she got up and dressed quickly in her white dress and with brown vest with gold borders. She pulled her riding boots on, and clipped most of her hair up in a birette.

Quickly Eonera made her way through the golden halls and to the stable where she ran to the stall of her companion who whinnied at her arrival. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek in good morning before feeding him an apple she confenscated from the kitchen.

With a loving pat, she left and went to see how the building of the halls of the Westfold were doing out of curiosity. She popped her head into one of them to see Sigefolk and a few others taking a break from work. She remained quiet, hoping that no one would notice she was there...

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*Sen laughed as he caught the pillow.*
I'm getting up, I'm getting up!
*He said in mock protest, as he streched, before getting out of bed. As he put on his tunic and leather jerkin, he watched Deawen get ready, with a faint smile on his face. Lost in memory, he nearly didn't hear her as she spoke, yet he responded in time.*
Hunting again? We could nearly start up a meat shop! Well, I guess we will be having a well-catered Beltane, then. I'll see you later, my love.
*Sen finished, as he opened one cupboard next to his bed, and drew out a longbow and a quivver full of arrows. By the time he had finished stringing it, and coating it with beeswax, Deawen was gone; no doubt down to the stables and to Morwen's, their long-time friend. He walked down the hall to where his two sons were sleeping. Sons; that was a word he would take a while to get used to. He had never pictured this, but was overwhelmingly grateful for it. Looking down at them for a few seconds, he clapped his hands.*
Wake up, sleepy-heads. We have a long day ahead of us.
*There were faint mumbles of protests to pillows, but Sen knew how to solve that.*
Well then, I guess I'll just go hunting by myself, then.
*That put a spark into them, and Sen laughed as they jumped out of bed like startled hares...*

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Sigefolc caught movement from the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw Princess Eonera chancing a glance at his family. Raising a hand in greeting, he called "Westu hal, Princess Eonera. What brings you to the Westfold?"

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Goldleaf dismounted from her mare and arrived at the great golden doors of the hall. She looked up at the large house itself. The sky wheeled overhead above the glittering gold of the magnificent building. This was indeed different from Gondor, which was white and white only.

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Morwen caught Deawen's wave and walked up the hill to speak with her. "Good morning!" she called. The combination of the morning and the hilarity of her sons' mischief had put her in a very good mood. "How are you on this fine day?"

(Meanwhile...)

Eohrmen and Eohrllic rode their ponies down the hill and out of the wooden walls of the village. Eohfrith sat happily in front of his oldest brother, his head bobbing in motion with the pony's gate. They came to the brook that flanked one side of the hill and stopped. Their hands were still raw from their chores, so they stripped to their skivvies and dove in, splashing happily, trying to force as much time by as possible, making the festival come faster.

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Eonera grinned and walked in.
"Just call me Eonera please. And I just came to see how the building was coming along," she said, looking around. "Looks like you're almost done."

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Goldleaf frowned. She raised a fist and gave a large tap at the great doors. Sighing, she took the reigns of her horse, who was kicking the grass restlessly. They were both exhausted. It was a long way from Osgiliath to Rohan.

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Sigefolc shook his head "We're finished, Eonera. It's that storm that blew through a couple days ago" he said, re-adgusting his hold on Eoric "It ripped off a patch of the roof. We'll be done soon, though" he saidhanding the girl a beaker of water "So how id Eomer King?"

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Goldleaf sighed, irritated. Was this how everyone in Rohan treated potential guests? She glanced over at her horse and patted it's white mane. "One more try," she said comfortingly, and shouted up at the walls, "hello!"
Ten years had passed since she had met members of the Rohirrim in Minas Tirith, tired from the battle of the Pelennor Fields. They had seemed quite decent folk.

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"He's been busy. I haven't gotten to see father that much. Though mother has also been keeping me busy," Eonera replied, accepting the beaker of water thankfully.

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Deawen shrugged, " I could be better, tired mostly." she smiled and sighed as a loud "hello" swept the air. She looked up back at the hill and saw she had a guest. " Seems I have a guest, join me while I settle her in?" Deawen asked Morwen. WHen Deawen reached the top of the hill Eston opened the great doors of the hall and peered out. He was a tall darker skinned man with gray eyes the peirced every shadow. Seldom did he smile but he was as loyal as a dog to the Westfolde nobilty. "You must be a guest for the beltane." he said sardonically. Deawen came up at this point and smiled to her new guest. " Please forgive the wait..we do not usually get visitors so early in the morning."
" I am Lady Deawen of the Westfolde Hall by the way and this is Lady Morwen."
Eston vanished into the dark hall and began lighting torches from the central hearth. The hall was lofty and covered in intricate designs eight huge solid wood pillars held the roof up. six wooden tables with benches and chairs awaiting meals. At the far end was two throne like chairs, reserved for the Westfolde hall Lord and Lady.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

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Goldleaf bowed her head to Deawen. "My name is Goldleaf, I am late of Gondor. Forgive me for shouting just then - I have ridden a long way and both my horse and I are in need of rest." She rose her golden head, blue eyes warm.

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Deawen nodded fixing Goldleaf with a relaxed stare. " I understand completely, " She smiled warmly. Eston took Goldleaf's reins and led the horse to the stables. Deawen on the other hand led her new guest inside the hall.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"It is a very grand place you have here. I have never been to Rohan before, it is different to Gondor." Goldleaf followed Deawen into the hall. "I am a traveller by nature. I thought to come here one day - in the battle of Minas Tirith I fought alongside your valiant people. Yet that is a long time ago."

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Morwen followed into the hall. She always enjoyed the sudden splendor in such contrast to earthy colors outside. She spoke up, "Yes, you Gondorians use stone like we Eorlingas use wood. Have they finished reconstructing the White City and Osgiliath?"

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Sigefolc nodded, exaimining the roof. The gap was only a few mwtred wide, but about 4 meters long. The gold thatch lay in a pile, swept up by Alais and Sigefolc the morning after the storm. "Oh?" he said, taking a sip of water "What has occupied King Eomer? The last I heard, King Elessar and King Eomer had no quarrell, and the Dunlander's have not bothered us for several years, now" he remarked.

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