[FICLET] Binary

[eomer_of_rohan]

[ OOC: This is for faramirofgondor and duskdancer, or rather for their respective muns. My Eomer is currently stretched thin between a game and a semi-retirement. This is the resolution I've reached for sanity's sake. If you haven't been following this plotline or you don't like serious stuff, skip it. Really. Go on. Shoo. ]

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[haldiroflorien]

*Is finally heard, perched up in a nearby tree, idly plucking on a kind of lute instrument that is obviously elvish in make* *watches Andúnë leave with an odd look on his face*

[eomer_of_rohan]

Eomer -- Andúnë -- looks up at that. He catches a glimpse of grey amid the green and smiles, nodding a polite farewell. There's a twinge, of course...he has not forgotten Haldir, nor their time together...but his heart is not the same, and he is leaving all that behind to his other self. He trusts they'll work something out. It is no longer his burden to carry, if something so intricately woven of grief and joy can be bridled by so coarse a word.

"Look to the rising sun, Marchwarden," he calls, unable to see the elf any longer but knowing he will be heard. "Go home, if your heart still lies there. That hearth shall always welcome thee."

[gorlim]

*As the Rider disappears with a rustle into the undergrowth, a second figure appears beside the Elf. He scoots around from a hidden place behind the tree and casts his eyes into the branches, where he can see fleeting glimpses of the Rider in flashes of contrasting speckles through the new leaves. Without a word, he lays a hand on the Elf's shoulder.*