[Lyra Greenleaf]

Eäris waited as his wife railed about going back for the children. Every time he went to open his mouth she started talking again. The carriage had stopped, the coachman waiting for a decision from the master and mistress. The assembled household watched with interest as Astarielle argued. Eäris felt uncomfortable with their stares and thought that maybe he should reassert his authority.

"My dear" he said slowly "I myself wish that I thought we could help the children. But I do not see how putting ourselves all in danger would achieve anything."
Astarielle opened her mouth to reply. Stifling a sigh Eäris forestalled her.

"I will go back for them" he said firmly. "But you will all go a further distance from the city. I refuse to let my wife, my daughter and my household, not to mention a baby, get in any more danger."
Once again Astarielle opened her mouth, and it looked like Elvira was going to say something too. Quickly Eäris jumped out of the carriage, dropping a kiss on his wifes forehead and touching Elvira's arm.

Well that went well! he thought ruefully. And precisely what do you think you are going to do against a city full of Corsairs?
Still, he realised that having made the decision to do something he felt much better. Squaring his shoulders he vowed to do Gondor, the Prince and his family proud.

"Mama and papa!" The scream filled the air. That sounds like "Gil" he breathed. "And Rolan. Eru be praised!"
A shape ran at him, nearly knocking him off his feet. "Papa" said Gilian, and he hugged her so hard he was worried about hurting her. "My little girl. Thank Eru." he repeated, kissing the top of her head.

Rolan followed at a rather more sedate pace, and not caring for his sons dignity, Eäris swept him up in a hug too.

"We're safe." whispered Gil.
"We are all safe" answered Eäris and smiled around his family.