Life of a Woman

Eirien stroked the curly, raven hair slowly and sighed in relief. He had come home again unscathed, and that was more than a woman of the Dúnedain could wish for.

Hope was frail in these darkening days as their lives became more and more dangerous.
And when a Ranger came home, his wife was there waiting for him and chasing away his nightmares, for everyone had them.

Such was the life of a woman, but Eirien regretted nothing. Halbarad was there sleeping safe and sound in the protection of her arms.
She glanced down at her belly and smiled, there was still hope in these perilous times.