Eowyn was not going to fall for anymore of the guys'crap; she was
strong and fearless, unlike most of them. Yes, that's what drove her on and
on to prove her strength and power. She could hear their laughs; she knew
they would try to refuse her for being strong and like them. Eomer knew how
strong she was; he knew how much she struggled to prove that she was less
of a lady and more like them. So she fought and fought well, but like they
tried to ignore her time and time again. They might never accept her. And
by now she had given up on them for they were the weak of heart and mind.
But how was she to free herself, from their torture? That remained to be seen.
But tonight, there was a feast in her uncle's honor in which she was to attend. She came to the conclusion that she was destined to go to. Why she was destined, she never new. Rohan threw great parties a many number of years ago, and maybe she hoped this one would be great too. Now thinking ahead even further still was the following afternoon. The party needed to be a great one so she could leave finally and be free.
Now the only more than ever she wonder how she could leave her brother, he meant the world to her; yet all those teasing and such about her being a girl hunted her, and she wondered how he could let them go on.
* * * * * * * * She then suddenly got up from her chair. She had to see him on this matter. Her eyes quickly darted from the chamber in which her bed was to the door closer by. Going with her strong urge, she left her chambers behind for the corridor beyond, the light wooden door. The draft blew against her creating her just brushed hair to fly from her shoulders as she headed down the long, wide stone corridor to Eomer's room.
She finally reached his room after going up a flight of stairs and down another long, straight corridor. She was not paying much attention to what she doing or going because she stumbled on the steps and found herself close to running into the stone wall at the other end of the corridor. She quickly backtracked to his room, trying to stay focus on what she had come for.
Once at his door she pressed an ear to hear what he was doing inside. She could hear the scratches of a pen inside, and the silence. After a few more scratches and more minutes of silence she hear a fumbling of things in the room. After finally hearing the owner get up again she heard a rustle of paper. She then knowing what she must do, she backed away from the door and straighten up. She reached out her hand to knock. But after she had just lifted it the door suddenly swung open, and he was smiling.
But how was she to free herself, from their torture? That remained to be seen.
But tonight, there was a feast in her uncle's honor in which she was to attend. She came to the conclusion that she was destined to go to. Why she was destined, she never new. Rohan threw great parties a many number of years ago, and maybe she hoped this one would be great too. Now thinking ahead even further still was the following afternoon. The party needed to be a great one so she could leave finally and be free.
Now the only more than ever she wonder how she could leave her brother, he meant the world to her; yet all those teasing and such about her being a girl hunted her, and she wondered how he could let them go on.
* * * * * * * * She then suddenly got up from her chair. She had to see him on this matter. Her eyes quickly darted from the chamber in which her bed was to the door closer by. Going with her strong urge, she left her chambers behind for the corridor beyond, the light wooden door. The draft blew against her creating her just brushed hair to fly from her shoulders as she headed down the long, wide stone corridor to Eomer's room.
She finally reached his room after going up a flight of stairs and down another long, straight corridor. She was not paying much attention to what she doing or going because she stumbled on the steps and found herself close to running into the stone wall at the other end of the corridor. She quickly backtracked to his room, trying to stay focus on what she had come for.
Once at his door she pressed an ear to hear what he was doing inside. She could hear the scratches of a pen inside, and the silence. After a few more scratches and more minutes of silence she hear a fumbling of things in the room. After finally hearing the owner get up again she heard a rustle of paper. She then knowing what she must do, she backed away from the door and straighten up. She reached out her hand to knock. But after she had just lifted it the door suddenly swung open, and he was smiling.