Chapter 1- The Houses (Eowyn)
I watched day dawn on Minas Tirith, and as the rays lingered on the white stonewalls of the city, they appeared to be unwanted. Death and depression had ruled since the battle of Pelennor Fields, and joy and hope had left with the men who had left for the new battle. All thoughts in Gondor now focused on the hope that now seemed to remain only with the Rangers. They had left four days ago, and yet there was still no word.
Realizing I had once again lost myself looking West, I turned away from the window. He had been gone for days, and he was still fresh in my memory. No, I had decided I didn't love him long ago. I had loved the idea of Aragorn. He was of noble blood, just like I was, but unlike any other man I had even known. His dark hair and brooding eyes were the complete opposite of what I had been surrounded by in Rohan. He was kind to me, and out of this grew my affection for him.
Shaking my head, I stood up from the bench and began to get ready for the day. As I threw my underdress over my head, I remembered when I first came to the Houses of Healing. I had awoken not knowing where I was only remembering vaguely the death of the King of Nazgul. I had finally achieved what I had wanted to all my life, I had succeeded in battle, and yet I was unhappy. He had left, and I had been miserable.
Yet this separation had made me do a lot of thinking. I had come to realize it was the idea of love, not Aragorn that I had loved. I wanted someone in my life that would be bring me glory and valor, and I had found it in him. I had thought nothing of what my heart needed, and because of it I hurt myself in the process.
Due to the fact that my right arm was still in the sling, I had to use my left one to bush my hair. As I watched my long blonde hair fall back to my body, I decided it was time to head out into the world, according to daily ritual, I stopped before the mirror on my way out.
Why had I decided to wear another white dress? Odd, I seem to be wearing quite a bit of these lately. I guess it's because it seems that I seem to feel better whenever I wear white, it does something to lift my spirits. After smoothing some of the wrinkles out of the dress I raised my head to look at the mirror.
As I stood facing myself in the mirror, I suddenly realized how much detail I had taken to dress especially careful for today. My dress looked simple at first, but it required several layers of fabric to be achieved, and I for once hadn't ripped any in the process of putting them on. My hair was in its usual disarray of madness. Neither straight nor curly, yet somewhere in between, it somehow looked manageable. As I slowly pulled my cloak over my head, I shut my door as I headed out to the garden.
I watched day dawn on Minas Tirith, and as the rays lingered on the white stonewalls of the city, they appeared to be unwanted. Death and depression had ruled since the battle of Pelennor Fields, and joy and hope had left with the men who had left for the new battle. All thoughts in Gondor now focused on the hope that now seemed to remain only with the Rangers. They had left four days ago, and yet there was still no word.
Realizing I had once again lost myself looking West, I turned away from the window. He had been gone for days, and he was still fresh in my memory. No, I had decided I didn't love him long ago. I had loved the idea of Aragorn. He was of noble blood, just like I was, but unlike any other man I had even known. His dark hair and brooding eyes were the complete opposite of what I had been surrounded by in Rohan. He was kind to me, and out of this grew my affection for him.
Shaking my head, I stood up from the bench and began to get ready for the day. As I threw my underdress over my head, I remembered when I first came to the Houses of Healing. I had awoken not knowing where I was only remembering vaguely the death of the King of Nazgul. I had finally achieved what I had wanted to all my life, I had succeeded in battle, and yet I was unhappy. He had left, and I had been miserable.
Yet this separation had made me do a lot of thinking. I had come to realize it was the idea of love, not Aragorn that I had loved. I wanted someone in my life that would be bring me glory and valor, and I had found it in him. I had thought nothing of what my heart needed, and because of it I hurt myself in the process.
Due to the fact that my right arm was still in the sling, I had to use my left one to bush my hair. As I watched my long blonde hair fall back to my body, I decided it was time to head out into the world, according to daily ritual, I stopped before the mirror on my way out.
Why had I decided to wear another white dress? Odd, I seem to be wearing quite a bit of these lately. I guess it's because it seems that I seem to feel better whenever I wear white, it does something to lift my spirits. After smoothing some of the wrinkles out of the dress I raised my head to look at the mirror.
As I stood facing myself in the mirror, I suddenly realized how much detail I had taken to dress especially careful for today. My dress looked simple at first, but it required several layers of fabric to be achieved, and I for once hadn't ripped any in the process of putting them on. My hair was in its usual disarray of madness. Neither straight nor curly, yet somewhere in between, it somehow looked manageable. As I slowly pulled my cloak over my head, I shut my door as I headed out to the garden.