Note: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Tolkien, I just
love them, that's all.
Seven. Fourteen. These are the truths. Seven of them good, seven of them bad. All telling a different part of themselves. The seven good are each blessed with a heavenly virtue. The other seven however, are each guilty of a deadly sin, to haunt them forever. It's up to them to change how things have become. Seven.
Seven. seven of them bad.
Envy: en'vi; n. the desire for other's traits, status, abilities, or situation. See EOWYN.
She used to stand outside on the porch, her long dress flying behind her, and she would watch the Riders of Rohan prepare for battle. She would see her brother on his horse and want nothing more than to be on a horse beside him, in full armor. She wanted to fight, she wished to be able to fight. But her uncle forbid it and for that, all she could was watch and envy the mark, envy their ability to fight in the war against Middle Earth.
When watching them grew to be too much, she would retire to her bedroom and close her eyes. She would picture herself all dressed in chain mail, a sword at her side and her body thick with armor. And in the daydream, she fought Sauron and she won. The others praised her and realized she was not just a blonde in a dress, no, she was strong, independent. She was woman and they would all be envious of her.
But no, she was not a hero, nor was she able to be in this fight. Instead she was simply the White Lady of Rohan, taking care of the children and women as the others fought. And as they fought, all she could do was watch them leave, watch them go off to become heroes. And she could only join them in her dreams. Until then, she could only simply envy the mark, and watch them from her porch. It was not her time to shine, it never would be.
All she could do was watch, cry and dream.
One. Envy. Seven. Sin. Deadly.
Seven. Fourteen. These are the truths. Seven of them good, seven of them bad. All telling a different part of themselves. The seven good are each blessed with a heavenly virtue. The other seven however, are each guilty of a deadly sin, to haunt them forever. It's up to them to change how things have become. Seven.
Seven. seven of them bad.
Envy: en'vi; n. the desire for other's traits, status, abilities, or situation. See EOWYN.
She used to stand outside on the porch, her long dress flying behind her, and she would watch the Riders of Rohan prepare for battle. She would see her brother on his horse and want nothing more than to be on a horse beside him, in full armor. She wanted to fight, she wished to be able to fight. But her uncle forbid it and for that, all she could was watch and envy the mark, envy their ability to fight in the war against Middle Earth.
When watching them grew to be too much, she would retire to her bedroom and close her eyes. She would picture herself all dressed in chain mail, a sword at her side and her body thick with armor. And in the daydream, she fought Sauron and she won. The others praised her and realized she was not just a blonde in a dress, no, she was strong, independent. She was woman and they would all be envious of her.
But no, she was not a hero, nor was she able to be in this fight. Instead she was simply the White Lady of Rohan, taking care of the children and women as the others fought. And as they fought, all she could do was watch them leave, watch them go off to become heroes. And she could only join them in her dreams. Until then, she could only simply envy the mark, and watch them from her porch. It was not her time to shine, it never would be.
All she could do was watch, cry and dream.
One. Envy. Seven. Sin. Deadly.