Just a little bit of Eowyn angst, and my first fic written on my lonesome ownsome.
Disclaimer - I owm only my mind, and only because no one else wants it.
A shadow and a thought?
No.
You are more than that.
No shadow could ever paint the day so brightly, no thought make me feel so complete.
What shadow, what thought, could ever call the reluctant Rohirrim to the aid of your Gondor?
None.
What shadow or thought could ever be worthy of my affection? My smile.
I thought you mad, when you struggled to convince the King, thinking that no man could talk him round.
But you managed, proof enough alone that you are so much more than a shadow and a thought.
And your lady.
When you said she was leaving to be with her kin over the sea, I must admit my heart leapt, and then plummeted again in seconds, for I realised the qualities I admired in you, your honour, your true soul, were the very ones which would keep you bound to her regardless of all things.
You understood I think, when I told you why I needed sword skills, and were genuine in your praise of my abilities.
You are so much more than a shadow or a thought, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir and rightful King of Gondor.
So much more.
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