A/N: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! (except for that harlot Nimlothwen) They belong to Tolkien's estate.
No, I'm not a feminazi. I can't stand feminazis.
This fanfic contains references to domestic violence! NOT FOR KIDS!
CHAPTER ONE
"EOWYN! GET OVER HERE NOW!"
Eowyn had thought that Faramir had loved her - he had been so good to her in the Houses of Healing. But after they got married, everything had changed. He was incredibly misogynistic (as most Gondorians wont to be, kinda like Mohammedans, Eastern Europeans, and Argentines in the real world) and had absolutely no respect for Eowyn. Though Eowyn was willing to give up fighting for any man, she would have rather done it for kind, gentle Aragorn instead of that pig Faramir. It was better when Faramir was away killing Orcs and negro Haradrim, but when he got back it was torture.
Faramir walked over to Eowyn and grabbed her by the upper arm.
"WHY DID YOU NOT MAKE DINNER?"
Eowyn hadn't had time for dinner. She had been too busy weeding the garden. It had taken her so long that her hands started to feel sore.
"I'm sorry, Faramir," said Eowyn.
"SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" yelled Faramir. He raised his fist and punched Eowyn in the face. Eowyn fell to the ground, weeping.
"Why do you do this to me?" sobbed Eowyn.
"Be quiet," snapped Faramir. "A woman's job is to cook, clean, and care for the children. When you married me, you lost your identity. Got that?" Eowyn had been protecting Elboron, the couple's son, from Faramir's abuse and instructing him to treat women with kindness.
"But Faramir..." cried Eowyn.
"The woman dears to disobey me?" said Faramir. He grabbed Eowyn's hair and wrung it.
"Faramir, please don't!" cried Eowyn.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Faramir, slapping Eowyn.
Eowyn ran back to her room, threw herself on the bed, and sobbed into the pillows. She knew that she was miserable, especially because she could not speak out against her raging, tyrannical husband. One of the maids heard her and then told Faramir that she would make dinner instead. Faramir agreed to it, though he would have preferred that Eowyn had done it. Eowyn felt weak and miserable.
"I don't know what to do," she said. "I have no freedom under Faramir's rule. I'll never escape from this prison."
Eventually, Faramir found Eowyn sobbing in her room. Eowyn screamed as Faramir entered. She could tell by his eyes that he was drunk.
"What? Napping on the job?" he said. "You have not finished mopping the kitchen floor!"
"I can't do it, Faramir," said Eowyn.
"SILENCE, WOMAN!" yelled Faramir. He grabbed Eowyn by the throat and threw her off the bed.
"Stop it, Faramir!" cried Eowyn.
"Now go clean the kitchen or you won't get anything to eat tonight!" said Faramir.
"But..." said Eowyn.
"DO IT!" yelled Faramir.
Eowyn got up from the floor and hurried to the kitchen. After she left, Faramir saw Nimlothwen, one of Eowyn's ladies-in-waiting, walking through the hall, Nimlothwen was only twenty-one - much younger than Eowyn - and she had raven black hair, grey eyes, a low-cut dress with an open back, loads of jewelry, and the painted face of a harlot (think Jezebel from the Bible and you're halfway there).
"Hey, baby," he said.
Nimlothwen looked at Faramir.
"Oh, Faramir," said Nimlothwen. "I've always wanted to be with you."
"I'll stop by your room tonight," said Faramir, trying to imitate the voice of a attractive but sexist Argentinian man. "Once the lights are dim, I'll be able to bed you tonight." Faramir purred as he held Nimlothwen's waist.
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