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.
Éowyn was happy to walk through her mansion of memories when her body could no longer walk easily through the rooms of her home.
She would allow her mental feet to wander, opening ‘doors’ to find a bedroom full of energetic pleasures, or a cellar of memories as sweet as the wine stored in the real one.
One day, she thought, she would open a door and her parents would be waiting behind it to greet her and take her onwards.
But someone spoke and brought her back to the present; it would seem that today was not that day.