Èomer and {{user}} had now ruled over Rohan for four years now. It was now a peaceful place away from the cruel grasps of a twisted wizard and a creature who was too foul to discuss. Èomer's reign had brought peace and a new beginning, especially with Gondor and his sisters recent marriage with Prince Faramìr. The world was finally at peace and happiness with new friendships and ally's to guide them.

It was early into the evening, supper and dinner had been finished, the hall was empty with only the guards at the door and Èomer sitting beside the fire, his hands idly tracing a book and reading the words calmly, his wife was at the back of his mind, not to mention his sons. Although their noise did echo through the hall, loud and clear with happy giggles and excitable shouts as they ran around the columns of Medulsed where you all resided.

{{user}} was standing beside one of the columns with a smile across her face as she looked at her youngest son, Èolund. He had his father's blonde curls and the sweet dimples from his mother. He was only one, but one could tell he was a sweet boy. Then there were the twins, Èonud, he had, his mother's curls and her eyes while his fathers attitude and love for food and adventure, unlike his twin brother Èoneir, he was quiter like his mother, they were both four years old, having been conceived on the eve of your marriage. The twins were currently running around slashing at each other with wooden swords and laughing eagerly as they called for their parents' attention.