Falling Out Of Love
Set after the ring has been destroyed
The sun went down on the city of Rohan casting an eyrie grey shadow over the buildings.
Eowyn walked slowly down the paths to the gates. She pushed the heavy wooden doors outwards and sighed. Her thoughts had been on nothing other than the ranger Aragorn. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she said his name. She felt as though she would spend all her days thinking about him.
She was, and she could not deny, in love with Faramir, Captain of Gondor, but she had feelings for Aragorn, she could not hide. She remembered the surge of boiling blood she had felt when he was with Arwen looking after hospitalised warriors, she remembered the happiness she had felt when she knew not of the future Queen of Gondor.
She sighed as she felt a gust of cold wind rush past her face. She did not know what she would do when Aragorn came back from Rivendell with his future bride. She crept back inside the gates, and rushed through the streets and into the Hall of Gondor. She saw Faramir, lying on one of the patient's beds. She smiled remembering what he had said "I may be fully cured but to spend days and nights with you by my side would make me happier than to be in my own bed"
She hastily made her way through the passageways, until she came to her own bed chamber, and there was Aragorn laying on her bed smiling. She rubbed her eyes, her mind disbelieving, her heart adoring. She giggled and ran up to him, but her hands touched nothing. She couldn't believe it, now she was delusional.
Set after the ring has been destroyed
The sun went down on the city of Rohan casting an eyrie grey shadow over the buildings.
Eowyn walked slowly down the paths to the gates. She pushed the heavy wooden doors outwards and sighed. Her thoughts had been on nothing other than the ranger Aragorn. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she said his name. She felt as though she would spend all her days thinking about him.
She was, and she could not deny, in love with Faramir, Captain of Gondor, but she had feelings for Aragorn, she could not hide. She remembered the surge of boiling blood she had felt when he was with Arwen looking after hospitalised warriors, she remembered the happiness she had felt when she knew not of the future Queen of Gondor.
She sighed as she felt a gust of cold wind rush past her face. She did not know what she would do when Aragorn came back from Rivendell with his future bride. She crept back inside the gates, and rushed through the streets and into the Hall of Gondor. She saw Faramir, lying on one of the patient's beds. She smiled remembering what he had said "I may be fully cured but to spend days and nights with you by my side would make me happier than to be in my own bed"
She hastily made her way through the passageways, until she came to her own bed chamber, and there was Aragorn laying on her bed smiling. She rubbed her eyes, her mind disbelieving, her heart adoring. She giggled and ran up to him, but her hands touched nothing. She couldn't believe it, now she was delusional.