Lost Without You
By Adri
Type Romance/Angst/Alternate Universe
Pairing Faramir/Eowyn
Summary Eowyn is captured by Sauron and only the One Ring can save her. So
was there another motive for Faramir holding Frodo at Osgiliath?
Faramir/Eowyn, AU.
Disclaimer I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters, nor did
I make them. I am merely a Faramir/Eowyn obsessed fangirl trying to write
about them.
Chapter 1 There was darkness...she couldn't see. All around her she heard Orc chatter, speaking in inaudible tongues. She tried to escape, but she couldn't. The pain was too severe. Nonetheless, she tried anyway and failed.
Frustrated, Eowyn laid her head back down on the dirty stone floor. Tears sprang to her eyes. 'I am not this weak...I am a Shieldmaiden of Rohan! So why can't I get up?! Why am I even here in the first place?!'
But even as she asked the question she knew the answer. It was because of love.
Flashback in Osgiliath
There were thousands of Orcs storming Osgiliath. Faramir, Captain of Gondor, tried his best to hold the city, but it was well known his efforts would most likely be in vain.
"Fall back! Fall back to Ithilien!" Faramir cried.
Faramir hung behind to ensure the last of his men got out safely. Turning he shouted one last time, "Fall back!" But as he turned the Nazgul and dragon-like creature came down toward him and hit him head on.
He screamed out in pain as he felt the gaping wound in his back open. "Captain Faramir!!" One of his men cried as they turned back to get him. The voice sounded strangely feminine...
"I said run, and that is an order!" Faramir barked.
"I'm not leaving you!" The soldier cried.
"Dernhelm, I said go! Now!" Faramir pleaded this time.
Not bothering to argue back, Dernhelm picked up Faramir and put him on the horse. "Never."
As Dernhelm was speeding away from the Pelennor Fields, the Nazgul came around for another pass, and this time he didn't hit, but debris managed cut Dernhelm's arm. 'He' didn't cry out though and set his sights on the forests ahead. By the time the Nazgul came around again, Dernhelm was safely within the thick forests of Ithilien.
In Ithilien The wounded soldiers walked into Ithilien, defeated and morale exceptionally low. The healers came up to Dernhelm and took Faramir. "He will be all right. Thank you for rescuing him. Losing our Captain now would be a serious blow to Gondor." "I'll never leave a soldier behind. Especially not our beloved Captain." Nodding, the healers carried Faramir off.
Dernhelm went to a hidden spot to change out of the armor. As Dernhelm took the helmet off, a golden blond cascade of hair spilled out. "I never want to relive this day...if I'd lost him..." Eowyn thought worriedly.
She walked over and changed out of her armor, into her dress, making sure her small wound she'd gotten from the Nazgul was covered. As soon as she did, she took off after the healers that held Faramir. When she found them, Faramir was already walking around, ever the dedicated Captain. Smiling, Faramir walked up to her. "Eowyn..." He whispered her name as he took her in his arms. She hugged him back fiercely. "I heard what happened from one of the soldiers."
Wincing, Faramir tried to reassure her. "It is nothing m'lady."
"It is not nothing!" She began to weep. "I cannot lose you..."
Faramir hugged her tighter. "You will not lose me."
Unable to make herself speak an argument, she simply cried. "Eowyn...please do not cry. It pains me to see you so."
"Why must your father drive you so hard?! Is he mad?!"
Faramir shook his head sadly, unable to respond. Calming down, she gazed up at him. "Promise me you'll be careful from now on...today it was...too close for my comfort."
Faramir laughed softly. "A scratch is too much for your comfort."
Eowyn laughed, a sound she hadn't heard in awhile. "Aye."
Faramir looked down at his lover, feeling blessed and for the first time in a very long time, lucky. Leaning down, he kissed Eowyn softly but passionately, making sure she knew how much he loved her. Eowyn returned the kiss with as much love and devotion as he was showing her. "I think I shall retire. Sweet dreams m'lady."
Eowyn sighed. "Of course they will be because they will all be of you."
Grinning, Faramir kissed her one last time and retired to his quarters, leaving a very pleased Eowyn. Lost in her thoughts she found herself wandering down near the waterfall of Henneth Annun.
'How blessed am I...to be in love with the most noble man in this world?' She sighed. That had been a hard won title too...after Aragorn she was positive she wouldn't find another man as noble. 'I was very wrong...'
She loved Faramir so much...why was his father pushing him so hard? Shaking her head, she silently cursed Denethor for treating him so badly. In three days, they would be
returning to Osgiliath, another chance to die. If that happened...she couldn't bear it. 'I swear here and now, that I, Eowyn of Rohan will protect you Faramir son of Denethor. Death will not take you as long as there is breath in my body.' Unable to resist the lull of sleep, she returned to her quarters with renewed conviction.
The next day, in Osgiliath
The battle raged on for two days. The Orcs were advancing further and the Men of Gondor were barely holding their own. Eowyn - Dernhelm – stood very close to Faramir, guarding him. Every enemy that came at him she took down with her sword, and for every doubt he uttered, she whispered a prayer to the Valar.
Glancing around, she surveyed the battle. Orcs were everywhere as were Men who were quickly dropping dead. He looked very bleak. But as she looked around again, she noticed the absence of something. She couldn't place it and she began to feel a warning in her heart. Something was very wrong...
Snapping out of her reverie she turned to face another wave of Orcs. She tried to hold her own, but was knocked off her horse. An Orc came down at her, slashing her across her stomach. Crying out in agony she turned and drove her sword into the offending Orc.
"Faramir...I-"
Stopping abruptly, her heart sank. Faramir wasn't next to her. Running she tried and locate him. 'At least the Nazgul isn't around...' She felt her body go cold. The Nazgul wasn't around and neither was Faramir. Beginning to really worry, she ran to where Faramir was last spotted.
And there he was, bloody and weak.
"FARAMIR!!" She cried running to him and wrapping him in a fierce hug.
"Dernhelm?..." He was so weak...
Sobbing, Eowyn choked on her words. "No...it's me..."
"Eowyn..." He smiled as much as he could without being in a lot of pain. He should've known...
Her instincts had been right. The Nazgul poison was already beginning to take hold of Faramir. Tears flowing, she bent down and kissed him. "I am so sorry...I was not there to protect you."
"It's not your fault..."
She shook her head. "You are getting out of here! Take my horse to Minas Tirith. Make for the Houses of Healing."
"What about you?!"
She smiled bravely. "I will be fine." She said while she was helping Faramir up. Before succumbing to darkness, he managed "I love you."
"I love you..." She whispered back.
She watched the horse speed away. 'May the grace of the Valar protect you...' Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back. Turning, she saw the Nazgul approaching her. She'd been shot. With a Nazgul poison arrow. The world began to go blurry. She tried to stand and fight, but the pain was too much and the poison was too strong. She sank to the ground almost staying conscious long enough to feel her being swept away by dragon creature's claws.
End Flashback
And now she was trapped. In the dungeons of Minas Morgul. 'Oh Faramir, I'm sorry...'
In Ithilien, after returning from Minas Tirith
"Captain Faramir. It is good to see you alive and well. When we saw the Nazgul poison wounds, we feared the worst. By the skills of Lord Thorongil you're finally on the mend."
"Thank you." He looked around. "Where is Eowyn?"
The soldier's face went blank. Faramir felt his heart sink to his feet. "Where is she?"
"Mi' Lord, she's been taken by the Nazgul."
Faramir went cold all over. Eowyn...in Mordor? The thought chilled him to his very core and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Who knows what they were doing to her...
"We have to get her back!"
"We cannot M'Lord, Osgiliath takes priority. You cannot just walk into Mordor."
Faramir was shaking his head in frustration and he looked on the edge of tears.
"M' Lord please be rational about this-" The soldier was interrupted by another.
"Captain Faramir, we have just caught two Orc spies."
Nodding angrily, he walked out to where the captives were being held. To his surprise, they were very small. "My men tell me you are Orc spies."
One of the Halflings spoke up. "Now wait just a minute!"
"If you are not spies then who are you?" He spoke impatiently.
The Halflings were silent.
"Speak!"
"We're Hobbits of the shire..."
Faramir listened to them half-heartedly until he heard his brother's name. He felt like an arrow pierced his already wounded heart. "You are a friend of Boromir?"
The calm Halfling spoke softly. "Yes...for my part."
Faramir held back tears. "It would grieve you then to learn he is dead." The Halfling seem shocked. Faramir swallowed hard. " Night oft brings news to near kindred...he was my brother."
Later that night Faramir stormed into a small, secluded cavern. A very disheveled creature was there as a captive, muttering something about his precious. He didn't have time for this. Every moment they wasted, was another moment Eowyn suffered. Walking up to the creature, he asked angrily, "Where are you leading them? Answer me!"
The creature began to seemingly talk to itself. The other Men in the cavern seemed to look at the creature like he was incredibly strange, but Faramir was intrigued. If it was what he thought it was...and if this really was the creature he'd been told about...
"What did they steal?"
"MY PRECIOUS!!" The creature screamed at him. That confirmed it. This was Gollum...which meant the One Ring was near by.
Almost running, Faramir drew his sword and approached the Halflings. "So this is the answer to all he riddles...here in the wild I have you...two halflings and a host of Men at my call...and the Ring of Power within my grasp."
'Faramir...I know you're listening...*Mordor speech* I can give you all the power you need...you can save her...'
Faramir looked as though he would advance on the ringbearing Halfling anytime. "Stop it!" Cried the other Halfling. "Don't you understand?! He has to destroy it! Please...it's such a burden. Will you not help him?"
'Do not listen to him...You can save Gondor...and save her...'
"The ring will go to Gondor."
Chapter 1 There was darkness...she couldn't see. All around her she heard Orc chatter, speaking in inaudible tongues. She tried to escape, but she couldn't. The pain was too severe. Nonetheless, she tried anyway and failed.
Frustrated, Eowyn laid her head back down on the dirty stone floor. Tears sprang to her eyes. 'I am not this weak...I am a Shieldmaiden of Rohan! So why can't I get up?! Why am I even here in the first place?!'
But even as she asked the question she knew the answer. It was because of love.
Flashback in Osgiliath
There were thousands of Orcs storming Osgiliath. Faramir, Captain of Gondor, tried his best to hold the city, but it was well known his efforts would most likely be in vain.
"Fall back! Fall back to Ithilien!" Faramir cried.
Faramir hung behind to ensure the last of his men got out safely. Turning he shouted one last time, "Fall back!" But as he turned the Nazgul and dragon-like creature came down toward him and hit him head on.
He screamed out in pain as he felt the gaping wound in his back open. "Captain Faramir!!" One of his men cried as they turned back to get him. The voice sounded strangely feminine...
"I said run, and that is an order!" Faramir barked.
"I'm not leaving you!" The soldier cried.
"Dernhelm, I said go! Now!" Faramir pleaded this time.
Not bothering to argue back, Dernhelm picked up Faramir and put him on the horse. "Never."
As Dernhelm was speeding away from the Pelennor Fields, the Nazgul came around for another pass, and this time he didn't hit, but debris managed cut Dernhelm's arm. 'He' didn't cry out though and set his sights on the forests ahead. By the time the Nazgul came around again, Dernhelm was safely within the thick forests of Ithilien.
In Ithilien The wounded soldiers walked into Ithilien, defeated and morale exceptionally low. The healers came up to Dernhelm and took Faramir. "He will be all right. Thank you for rescuing him. Losing our Captain now would be a serious blow to Gondor." "I'll never leave a soldier behind. Especially not our beloved Captain." Nodding, the healers carried Faramir off.
Dernhelm went to a hidden spot to change out of the armor. As Dernhelm took the helmet off, a golden blond cascade of hair spilled out. "I never want to relive this day...if I'd lost him..." Eowyn thought worriedly.
She walked over and changed out of her armor, into her dress, making sure her small wound she'd gotten from the Nazgul was covered. As soon as she did, she took off after the healers that held Faramir. When she found them, Faramir was already walking around, ever the dedicated Captain. Smiling, Faramir walked up to her. "Eowyn..." He whispered her name as he took her in his arms. She hugged him back fiercely. "I heard what happened from one of the soldiers."
Wincing, Faramir tried to reassure her. "It is nothing m'lady."
"It is not nothing!" She began to weep. "I cannot lose you..."
Faramir hugged her tighter. "You will not lose me."
Unable to make herself speak an argument, she simply cried. "Eowyn...please do not cry. It pains me to see you so."
"Why must your father drive you so hard?! Is he mad?!"
Faramir shook his head sadly, unable to respond. Calming down, she gazed up at him. "Promise me you'll be careful from now on...today it was...too close for my comfort."
Faramir laughed softly. "A scratch is too much for your comfort."
Eowyn laughed, a sound she hadn't heard in awhile. "Aye."
Faramir looked down at his lover, feeling blessed and for the first time in a very long time, lucky. Leaning down, he kissed Eowyn softly but passionately, making sure she knew how much he loved her. Eowyn returned the kiss with as much love and devotion as he was showing her. "I think I shall retire. Sweet dreams m'lady."
Eowyn sighed. "Of course they will be because they will all be of you."
Grinning, Faramir kissed her one last time and retired to his quarters, leaving a very pleased Eowyn. Lost in her thoughts she found herself wandering down near the waterfall of Henneth Annun.
'How blessed am I...to be in love with the most noble man in this world?' She sighed. That had been a hard won title too...after Aragorn she was positive she wouldn't find another man as noble. 'I was very wrong...'
She loved Faramir so much...why was his father pushing him so hard? Shaking her head, she silently cursed Denethor for treating him so badly. In three days, they would be
returning to Osgiliath, another chance to die. If that happened...she couldn't bear it. 'I swear here and now, that I, Eowyn of Rohan will protect you Faramir son of Denethor. Death will not take you as long as there is breath in my body.' Unable to resist the lull of sleep, she returned to her quarters with renewed conviction.
The next day, in Osgiliath
The battle raged on for two days. The Orcs were advancing further and the Men of Gondor were barely holding their own. Eowyn - Dernhelm – stood very close to Faramir, guarding him. Every enemy that came at him she took down with her sword, and for every doubt he uttered, she whispered a prayer to the Valar.
Glancing around, she surveyed the battle. Orcs were everywhere as were Men who were quickly dropping dead. He looked very bleak. But as she looked around again, she noticed the absence of something. She couldn't place it and she began to feel a warning in her heart. Something was very wrong...
Snapping out of her reverie she turned to face another wave of Orcs. She tried to hold her own, but was knocked off her horse. An Orc came down at her, slashing her across her stomach. Crying out in agony she turned and drove her sword into the offending Orc.
"Faramir...I-"
Stopping abruptly, her heart sank. Faramir wasn't next to her. Running she tried and locate him. 'At least the Nazgul isn't around...' She felt her body go cold. The Nazgul wasn't around and neither was Faramir. Beginning to really worry, she ran to where Faramir was last spotted.
And there he was, bloody and weak.
"FARAMIR!!" She cried running to him and wrapping him in a fierce hug.
"Dernhelm?..." He was so weak...
Sobbing, Eowyn choked on her words. "No...it's me..."
"Eowyn..." He smiled as much as he could without being in a lot of pain. He should've known...
Her instincts had been right. The Nazgul poison was already beginning to take hold of Faramir. Tears flowing, she bent down and kissed him. "I am so sorry...I was not there to protect you."
"It's not your fault..."
She shook her head. "You are getting out of here! Take my horse to Minas Tirith. Make for the Houses of Healing."
"What about you?!"
She smiled bravely. "I will be fine." She said while she was helping Faramir up. Before succumbing to darkness, he managed "I love you."
"I love you..." She whispered back.
She watched the horse speed away. 'May the grace of the Valar protect you...' Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back. Turning, she saw the Nazgul approaching her. She'd been shot. With a Nazgul poison arrow. The world began to go blurry. She tried to stand and fight, but the pain was too much and the poison was too strong. She sank to the ground almost staying conscious long enough to feel her being swept away by dragon creature's claws.
End Flashback
And now she was trapped. In the dungeons of Minas Morgul. 'Oh Faramir, I'm sorry...'
In Ithilien, after returning from Minas Tirith
"Captain Faramir. It is good to see you alive and well. When we saw the Nazgul poison wounds, we feared the worst. By the skills of Lord Thorongil you're finally on the mend."
"Thank you." He looked around. "Where is Eowyn?"
The soldier's face went blank. Faramir felt his heart sink to his feet. "Where is she?"
"Mi' Lord, she's been taken by the Nazgul."
Faramir went cold all over. Eowyn...in Mordor? The thought chilled him to his very core and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Who knows what they were doing to her...
"We have to get her back!"
"We cannot M'Lord, Osgiliath takes priority. You cannot just walk into Mordor."
Faramir was shaking his head in frustration and he looked on the edge of tears.
"M' Lord please be rational about this-" The soldier was interrupted by another.
"Captain Faramir, we have just caught two Orc spies."
Nodding angrily, he walked out to where the captives were being held. To his surprise, they were very small. "My men tell me you are Orc spies."
One of the Halflings spoke up. "Now wait just a minute!"
"If you are not spies then who are you?" He spoke impatiently.
The Halflings were silent.
"Speak!"
"We're Hobbits of the shire..."
Faramir listened to them half-heartedly until he heard his brother's name. He felt like an arrow pierced his already wounded heart. "You are a friend of Boromir?"
The calm Halfling spoke softly. "Yes...for my part."
Faramir held back tears. "It would grieve you then to learn he is dead." The Halfling seem shocked. Faramir swallowed hard. " Night oft brings news to near kindred...he was my brother."
Later that night Faramir stormed into a small, secluded cavern. A very disheveled creature was there as a captive, muttering something about his precious. He didn't have time for this. Every moment they wasted, was another moment Eowyn suffered. Walking up to the creature, he asked angrily, "Where are you leading them? Answer me!"
The creature began to seemingly talk to itself. The other Men in the cavern seemed to look at the creature like he was incredibly strange, but Faramir was intrigued. If it was what he thought it was...and if this really was the creature he'd been told about...
"What did they steal?"
"MY PRECIOUS!!" The creature screamed at him. That confirmed it. This was Gollum...which meant the One Ring was near by.
Almost running, Faramir drew his sword and approached the Halflings. "So this is the answer to all he riddles...here in the wild I have you...two halflings and a host of Men at my call...and the Ring of Power within my grasp."
'Faramir...I know you're listening...*Mordor speech* I can give you all the power you need...you can save her...'
Faramir looked as though he would advance on the ringbearing Halfling anytime. "Stop it!" Cried the other Halfling. "Don't you understand?! He has to destroy it! Please...it's such a burden. Will you not help him?"
'Do not listen to him...You can save Gondor...and save her...'
"The ring will go to Gondor."