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.
The aroma of something savoury drifted to Éowyn and she found herself remembering a kitchen.
As a child, she loved the warmth and the bustle of the kitchen at Aldburg.
When she arrived in Edoras, a shocked and silent orphan, she would creep into the kitchen and sit under the table to cry, because it felt more like home than anywhere else. The women tried, unsuccessfully, to comfort her but, eventually, they played along and pretended the quietly weeping child wasn’t there.
No wonder really that, in adulthood, she had been very glad to leave the kitchen to the cooks.