Shadows
A/N: Just a one chapter angsty Eowyn story...we all love her so.
"It's true, you don't see many dwarf women. But they are so alike in voice and appearance, they are often mistaken for dwarf men."
I think I laughed then, though I do not recall. I do remember smiling as I turned around to see your face though. You whispered "It's the beards," and it took all I had not to laugh as I turned to face Gimli again.
Then his horse took off and I couldn't take it anymore; I broke down and laughed like I never had before, like no one had ever made me.
Later I recall making soup for you, and watching you disguise your distaste. And then I learned of your real age, and your heritage. Truly it was hard to swallow, perhaps as hard as it was for you to swallow your soup, but was still believable. You did have wisdom beyond your age, or what I believed your age to be.
These moments stay in my memory, though they are long past.
"It is a shadow you love..."
Perhaps that stays with me the clearest. Obviously you can see why. When you finally told me that we could never be together...
To be honest, I didn't believe you. I did not love a shadow, there you were, right in front of me, flesh and blood. Now I see. Maybe you were right. You did not want to be the leader of an army - you were merely acting as you had to. It was not your real personality; it grew only out of necessity.
And as I lay here, looking at Faramir, I realize, yes, I did love a shadow. Though a brave and courageous shadow, you were and never will be anything more to me. I am glad that we can still be companions, but I do love now. And his name is Faramir, and he is your steward. And you have Arwen. I guess we both turned out for the better, really.
Maybe later we'll look back on those times and laugh. I don't believe that time has yet to come. The scars are still too fresh. I may have a love now, but I still look back at you and wonder if something could've happened. I think he sees it. He sees me looking at him, but seeing you. I know I will overcome this eventually, but not yet. Not yet.
So...I suppose I really want you to know that I'm all right now. Maybe not entirely all right, but mostly. I will recuperate in time. You are lucky that you never had this problem. I am glad you never will, though I only wish I never had to go through it. But that's how it happens I suppose.
So this is to you, Aragorn, the shadow who, I loved. I wish you peace, and hope you can find it in your heart to wish me the same. I will live with Faramir and be happy. Just so you know.
A/N: Just a one chapter angsty Eowyn story...we all love her so.
"It's true, you don't see many dwarf women. But they are so alike in voice and appearance, they are often mistaken for dwarf men."
I think I laughed then, though I do not recall. I do remember smiling as I turned around to see your face though. You whispered "It's the beards," and it took all I had not to laugh as I turned to face Gimli again.
Then his horse took off and I couldn't take it anymore; I broke down and laughed like I never had before, like no one had ever made me.
Later I recall making soup for you, and watching you disguise your distaste. And then I learned of your real age, and your heritage. Truly it was hard to swallow, perhaps as hard as it was for you to swallow your soup, but was still believable. You did have wisdom beyond your age, or what I believed your age to be.
These moments stay in my memory, though they are long past.
"It is a shadow you love..."
Perhaps that stays with me the clearest. Obviously you can see why. When you finally told me that we could never be together...
To be honest, I didn't believe you. I did not love a shadow, there you were, right in front of me, flesh and blood. Now I see. Maybe you were right. You did not want to be the leader of an army - you were merely acting as you had to. It was not your real personality; it grew only out of necessity.
And as I lay here, looking at Faramir, I realize, yes, I did love a shadow. Though a brave and courageous shadow, you were and never will be anything more to me. I am glad that we can still be companions, but I do love now. And his name is Faramir, and he is your steward. And you have Arwen. I guess we both turned out for the better, really.
Maybe later we'll look back on those times and laugh. I don't believe that time has yet to come. The scars are still too fresh. I may have a love now, but I still look back at you and wonder if something could've happened. I think he sees it. He sees me looking at him, but seeing you. I know I will overcome this eventually, but not yet. Not yet.
So...I suppose I really want you to know that I'm all right now. Maybe not entirely all right, but mostly. I will recuperate in time. You are lucky that you never had this problem. I am glad you never will, though I only wish I never had to go through it. But that's how it happens I suppose.
So this is to you, Aragorn, the shadow who, I loved. I wish you peace, and hope you can find it in your heart to wish me the same. I will live with Faramir and be happy. Just so you know.