This story is to be the diary of Eowyn. Yes I realize that she has an
accent thinger over the 'E' but there is little I can do about it's
absence. The people, places, and most of the events in this story belong
all to Tolkien and his wonderful genius. I am merely enjoying myself with
writing this tale and I hope that you do the same.
NOTE: To let you know in this story you will find Eowyn as Theoden's daughter. I need it that way. Well, anway, have fun reading.
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Now tell me once more. What made you decide that you wanted to hear my story? I am not so special. I am a woman like all the rest of them. I look like a woman. I have all the required parts to be a woman. I have but two eyes and a pair of hands like the rest of you. So what makes me special enough to have to tell my tale?
I suppose that I have argued more than I should as a woman of Rohan. It is my duty to be submissive, gentle, and meek. Bah! I was never that way and I doubt that I ever shall be. I will use this story to prove to everyone once and for all that I am indeed great the just the way that I am. Infact I will go so far as to wager that by the time I am done with you, you will be in envy of me. Maybe you might go as far as to pick up the sword for yourself. Join me now in my tale as I recall for you my history. The history that formed the path to my present and the indefinite future that is yet to come.
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The driving force for what I was to become was the man I loathed more than anyone. It is hard to imagine how someone that you could hate so profusely could make you happy. It is as perverse an idea as the man himself. Wormtongue. He was always there. The snake with the visage of a vampire and the reputation of a... I cannot think of a phrase terrible enought to describe him. Fill in the blank yourself and I assure you he sinks lower than that. He is a nasty greasy conniving fool. Oh how I utterly hate him.
You may wonder how in the end he ended up making me into who I am. I promise you that it was not the effect that he intended. He would have given me hell if I had let him. I did not however. You will see what I mean in the end. Allow me to continue.
It was not absolutely clear where he came from but he arrived in our land of Rohan when I had turned twelve. I remember it well. My father, Theoden, King of Rohan and my lord, was sparing with me in the drafty halls of the palace. It had been the third week of my training that my father was giving me and I showed a unprecedented ability with the sword. My father had dubbed me his honorable prodigy nymph sugar. He always had a list of sickening pet names for me, but I endured. Believe me, I endured. They were the least of my problems.
The women of Rohan as in most other places were not usually entreated with encouragement when it came to wielding weapons. I was the lucky one. I loved the sword as dearly as I loved my own mother. My father considered it foolish to not allow me to pursue my favorite past-time. 'Good excerise' he brusquely told the people who questioned my swordplay. 'She should be self- sufficent and besides, she enjoys it.' He never really was that much of a speech maker. He never needed to be. He was always straight to the point. I still admire that. Besides, who could disagree with word of the King? My practice with the sword continued and I was better than most the men in their prime by the time I was sixteen.
But also let it be known that by the time I turned sixteen my privillages to weilding a weapon had been revoked and it all led back to that day I was twelve, and Wormtongue had arrived. My father was bantering with me while I was thrusting forward, blade in hand, and smiling like a fool when the Snake himself entered the hall. He had snuck up behind me as silently as a cat, and when he spoke I dropped my sword, Grime. That is the trusty sword which you may still see still sheathed on my side today.
A simpering voice with a latent arrogance to it was practically sighed in my ear. It makes me shudder still, "Lovely child. Whatever are you doing with a sword? Your features call out with such feminity that would and very well should be embellished by a dress. Do run off and change into one for me. I wish to speak to your father. Scoot off now, woman-child."
How arrogant! Me change into a dress for him??? How dare he? Uckkkkkkk.
From that moment on I could feel nothing but loathing for that man. I had snarled at him and stepped on his foot as if by accident to let him know exactly how I felt about his intimacy and ideals. (Not to much effect seeing that I was a lanky twelve-year-old). I then put my hands over my mouth in mock alarm and pity, "I am so sorry for stepping on you foot, dear sir." I said in an obviously forced tone, "You forgot to allow me the PLEASURE..." The word was very forced, "...of your name."
He did a disrespectful half bow for me. He then turned and did the the same for my father except this time I swore I could hear his nose scraping on the floor. "You must forgive me, dear child. My name is Sir Grima." He turned torwards my father and began sniveling, "I have come from the court of the nearby towns of Rohan to become your loyal advisor and inform you of the needs of your people. There are many dissatisfied nobles who would wish to be heard." Did this guy have a problem with his nose? "That is what I am here for, too be your councilor. That is if you will have me, my lord." He then pursued a most repulsive line of actions which included groveling and kissing my fathers hunting boots. Those boots are something I would never touch, especially not with my mouth, being that they are made of an orc skin scrounged from a raiding party that had been troublesome thirteen years prior. They were definitley not the cleanest things in the world.
I did not leave as to follow Grima's bidding. I wouldn't submit to the will of any man like that in my life! I did leave, but only in disgust. Even now I wish that I hadn't. Perhaps I could have swayed the turn of events that was to follow had I stayed. I might have persuaded my father to not accept the cheating slob into our home. The past cannot be redone. Only recounted.
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Have you enjoyed the beginning of my tale? The next chapter is already planned as is most of the plot in general. I really like Eowyn. I think that she is my favorite character in the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. Naturally I felt that she needed a tale. Don't you agree?
NOTE: To let you know in this story you will find Eowyn as Theoden's daughter. I need it that way. Well, anway, have fun reading.
***
Now tell me once more. What made you decide that you wanted to hear my story? I am not so special. I am a woman like all the rest of them. I look like a woman. I have all the required parts to be a woman. I have but two eyes and a pair of hands like the rest of you. So what makes me special enough to have to tell my tale?
I suppose that I have argued more than I should as a woman of Rohan. It is my duty to be submissive, gentle, and meek. Bah! I was never that way and I doubt that I ever shall be. I will use this story to prove to everyone once and for all that I am indeed great the just the way that I am. Infact I will go so far as to wager that by the time I am done with you, you will be in envy of me. Maybe you might go as far as to pick up the sword for yourself. Join me now in my tale as I recall for you my history. The history that formed the path to my present and the indefinite future that is yet to come.
***
The driving force for what I was to become was the man I loathed more than anyone. It is hard to imagine how someone that you could hate so profusely could make you happy. It is as perverse an idea as the man himself. Wormtongue. He was always there. The snake with the visage of a vampire and the reputation of a... I cannot think of a phrase terrible enought to describe him. Fill in the blank yourself and I assure you he sinks lower than that. He is a nasty greasy conniving fool. Oh how I utterly hate him.
You may wonder how in the end he ended up making me into who I am. I promise you that it was not the effect that he intended. He would have given me hell if I had let him. I did not however. You will see what I mean in the end. Allow me to continue.
It was not absolutely clear where he came from but he arrived in our land of Rohan when I had turned twelve. I remember it well. My father, Theoden, King of Rohan and my lord, was sparing with me in the drafty halls of the palace. It had been the third week of my training that my father was giving me and I showed a unprecedented ability with the sword. My father had dubbed me his honorable prodigy nymph sugar. He always had a list of sickening pet names for me, but I endured. Believe me, I endured. They were the least of my problems.
The women of Rohan as in most other places were not usually entreated with encouragement when it came to wielding weapons. I was the lucky one. I loved the sword as dearly as I loved my own mother. My father considered it foolish to not allow me to pursue my favorite past-time. 'Good excerise' he brusquely told the people who questioned my swordplay. 'She should be self- sufficent and besides, she enjoys it.' He never really was that much of a speech maker. He never needed to be. He was always straight to the point. I still admire that. Besides, who could disagree with word of the King? My practice with the sword continued and I was better than most the men in their prime by the time I was sixteen.
But also let it be known that by the time I turned sixteen my privillages to weilding a weapon had been revoked and it all led back to that day I was twelve, and Wormtongue had arrived. My father was bantering with me while I was thrusting forward, blade in hand, and smiling like a fool when the Snake himself entered the hall. He had snuck up behind me as silently as a cat, and when he spoke I dropped my sword, Grime. That is the trusty sword which you may still see still sheathed on my side today.
A simpering voice with a latent arrogance to it was practically sighed in my ear. It makes me shudder still, "Lovely child. Whatever are you doing with a sword? Your features call out with such feminity that would and very well should be embellished by a dress. Do run off and change into one for me. I wish to speak to your father. Scoot off now, woman-child."
How arrogant! Me change into a dress for him??? How dare he? Uckkkkkkk.
From that moment on I could feel nothing but loathing for that man. I had snarled at him and stepped on his foot as if by accident to let him know exactly how I felt about his intimacy and ideals. (Not to much effect seeing that I was a lanky twelve-year-old). I then put my hands over my mouth in mock alarm and pity, "I am so sorry for stepping on you foot, dear sir." I said in an obviously forced tone, "You forgot to allow me the PLEASURE..." The word was very forced, "...of your name."
He did a disrespectful half bow for me. He then turned and did the the same for my father except this time I swore I could hear his nose scraping on the floor. "You must forgive me, dear child. My name is Sir Grima." He turned torwards my father and began sniveling, "I have come from the court of the nearby towns of Rohan to become your loyal advisor and inform you of the needs of your people. There are many dissatisfied nobles who would wish to be heard." Did this guy have a problem with his nose? "That is what I am here for, too be your councilor. That is if you will have me, my lord." He then pursued a most repulsive line of actions which included groveling and kissing my fathers hunting boots. Those boots are something I would never touch, especially not with my mouth, being that they are made of an orc skin scrounged from a raiding party that had been troublesome thirteen years prior. They were definitley not the cleanest things in the world.
I did not leave as to follow Grima's bidding. I wouldn't submit to the will of any man like that in my life! I did leave, but only in disgust. Even now I wish that I hadn't. Perhaps I could have swayed the turn of events that was to follow had I stayed. I might have persuaded my father to not accept the cheating slob into our home. The past cannot be redone. Only recounted.
***
Have you enjoyed the beginning of my tale? The next chapter is already planned as is most of the plot in general. I really like Eowyn. I think that she is my favorite character in the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. Naturally I felt that she needed a tale. Don't you agree?