Title: The Mansion
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Her mind, she thought, was like a large mansion. Just at the moment she stood in the hallway, deciding which way to turn, which door to open. Sometimes she opened one only to find it wasn’t the room she expected, or it led on to other rooms that she had forgotten.
The sun on her face determined her.
‘This door today,’ she thought and almost immediately she was in the garden that first season, Legolas beside her, deciding which plants should go where.
Éowyn dragged herself back, from the garden of sixty years ago to her bed, and smiled.