Morning Rising
Lea of Mirkwood
Disclaimer: I own Éoleth.
Summary: 3011-3019: Théoden finds companionship in the company of a woman named Éoleth, who comes to Edoras seeking a home
Prologue: 3019
Éoleth fell to her knees and looked up at the sky in despair and pain. Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulders and waved like a flag in the breeze. Could she have done something? Was there anything she could have done? Could she have played it differently, won a few more moments? She did not know. So many warnings. Had he known, that the time he had spent before leaving for Gondor, that it would be the last time he would ever see her? The last time she had seen his face, the last time she had looked into his clear blue eyes, could she have known?
The sun rose higher over the hills of Rohan. The break of day, the morning rising. It came slowly, and bathed the world in orange. She bent down and plucked a blossom of simblemyne, wet with the dew and the tears of Rohan. She brushed the soft white petals against her lips, letting the tears fall down her cheeks and mingling with the morning dew. Finally, as she kissed the flower, she cast it down upon the burial mound and bid the man she loved the most final of goodbyes. In that moment she felt the weight of everything she had lost. All the chances she could have had.
Héo dréag ðá losinga
Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas.
Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende
Héo ne cúðe hire heortan lust.
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That is the prologue. Very ambiguous, I know. Please review. I know that this will be a difficult fic to write, and since I'm going to write longer chapters it will take me longer, so please be patient with my slowness.
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