"Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul/I want to get lost in your
rock and roll and drift away. . ." --Dobie Gray, Drift Away
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any characters and/or places thereof
*****
Lady Eowyn sat awake amidst pure white linen, twisting the bedsheets in her hands nervously. Her heart was all aflutter. That day she had married a man brazen and loving and unashamed enough to kiss in public, where many could observe them, a man who had married her knowing her still-juvenile heart had just finished pining for another. Eowyn loved Faramir, loved him as she had claimed to love Aragorn, but this love was true. Yet she was afraid.
When Faramir kissed her, he had always been so gentle, every finger he had ever laid upon her had been tender and without malicious intent. But now they were married, and she was under his command. Would he be the same? Now that the consequences were slight, would he in any way mistreat her? Even if he did not, Eowyn feared for what should happen that night, for what she would be asked to do. He would know her secret, the deep secret she had hidden away for so many years. What he would think of her then. . .
"Eowyn?"
She turned to him, trying to look brave, trying to look as though she wanted this. His hands faltered as he placed one hand on the back of her head, almost cradling her, and brought his trembling lips to hers. It was his first time, she knew, and she tried to go through the motions as best she could, prompting him, massaging his tongue with hers. She only hoped he would not feel the greater need until he was already within her, and she would not need do anything and might let her spirit go from her body. With closed eyes she pretended to begin making love to her husband. Eowyn was a cold woman, and a master of her feelings, but as Faramir's hand slid down to her neck, she felt a tear streak down her cheek from between her closed eyelids.
Faramir felt a spot of liquid drop to his chin, and after a moment realized that it was a tear. At once he drew away from Eowyn, jumping down from the bed and holding up his hands. She cringed in fear, turning within herself and away from Faramir. "Please," she gasped, "I--I am sorry, Lord Faramir, please, forgive me, I--I'm sorry."
"Eowyn," Faramir said in a tone of astonishment, "you are a woman, not a whore. If I ever laid a hand on you that was in any way unwelcome, truly, I am sorry for my actions." He did not move to touch her again, not even to comfort her, but stayed away, giving her what ever space she needed. "Lady Eowyn. . .are you all right? Is it something I did? You need but tell me, and what ever I did to upset you I will not do again."
"No!" Eowyn sobbed. "You did nothing wrong, it is me. . .Faramir, my lord, please do not be angry with me. . .know you have never been with another woman before. . .but, my lord, I wish to tell you and risk your anger now before we perform any acts that might cause you to be in a different mind. Another man has had me before."
Faramir took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He had not expected this, and in truth was a little angry, but had long learned that anger never solves anything. Faramir raised a hand to his brow and rubbed his forehead. "Who?" he asked at last. "Was it Lord Aragorn?"
"No!" Eowyn sobbed again, her voice even tighter than before with fear.
"Oh, Eowyn, I'm sorry," Faramir said. He knew that it was in truth she that should be sorry, but felt that he should not have frightened a woman who was already so clearly upset, in especial the woman he loved. "It is all right, Eowyn, I am not angry, no one is going to hurt you. There is no need to be frightened," Faramir soothed. He sat beside her on the bed and, gaining the courage to touch her, stroked her hair lightly.
"Faramir, I am so sorry."
"Eowyn, I married you because I love you. Nothing is going to change that; nothing," he swore, kissing the top of her head lightly. Eowyn, whose face was buried in her hands, lifted her eyes to meet those of her husband. Another tear fell.
"What if I was not the person you think I am?" she asked cryptically.
"Who would you be?" Faramir returned. "During the War, when I met you in the Halls of Healing, you were not fully formed into the woman you would become, and that was when I fell in love with you. I love you now as I did then, but so much stronger. . ."
"And what waxes, my lord, in time will wan," she replied in a slow voice.
"Eowyn, love, my heart is ever yours."
"Even though I could not perform for you the duties of a wife on her wedding night?"
"I care not. If you are more comfortable with it, I will sleep not in the same bed as you until invited to do so. You have rights as a woman, which, it is my belief, no man, not even your husband, may violate."
"Oh, Faramir!" Eowyn gasped, touched by his loving kindness to her. She buried her face in her hands again. Faramir put an arm around her shoulders and drew her close for comfort, rubbing her back as she convulsed with sobs. His heart wrenched at his inability to help her any more than a feeble touch. When finally she stopped crying, he cupped her chin in his hands and raised her face, that her eyes again met his.
"Someone has hurt you in the past," he said. "Will you tell me, Eowyn?" She closed her eyes and lowered her face, but felt a rising feeling in her chest. Swallowing, she nodded.
"Only I ask, my lord, that you let me speak in full. I have not spoken of this to anyone. . .and fear once I begin, if interrupted I may be unable to continue."
Faramir nodded. With a deep breath, Eowyn began:
*****
To be continued
Author's note: The accents are very difficult for my computer, so some names (Eowyn, Eomer) which require accents may not always have them. Also, does anyone know what year Eowyn and Eomer's parents died?
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any characters and/or places thereof
*****
Lady Eowyn sat awake amidst pure white linen, twisting the bedsheets in her hands nervously. Her heart was all aflutter. That day she had married a man brazen and loving and unashamed enough to kiss in public, where many could observe them, a man who had married her knowing her still-juvenile heart had just finished pining for another. Eowyn loved Faramir, loved him as she had claimed to love Aragorn, but this love was true. Yet she was afraid.
When Faramir kissed her, he had always been so gentle, every finger he had ever laid upon her had been tender and without malicious intent. But now they were married, and she was under his command. Would he be the same? Now that the consequences were slight, would he in any way mistreat her? Even if he did not, Eowyn feared for what should happen that night, for what she would be asked to do. He would know her secret, the deep secret she had hidden away for so many years. What he would think of her then. . .
"Eowyn?"
She turned to him, trying to look brave, trying to look as though she wanted this. His hands faltered as he placed one hand on the back of her head, almost cradling her, and brought his trembling lips to hers. It was his first time, she knew, and she tried to go through the motions as best she could, prompting him, massaging his tongue with hers. She only hoped he would not feel the greater need until he was already within her, and she would not need do anything and might let her spirit go from her body. With closed eyes she pretended to begin making love to her husband. Eowyn was a cold woman, and a master of her feelings, but as Faramir's hand slid down to her neck, she felt a tear streak down her cheek from between her closed eyelids.
Faramir felt a spot of liquid drop to his chin, and after a moment realized that it was a tear. At once he drew away from Eowyn, jumping down from the bed and holding up his hands. She cringed in fear, turning within herself and away from Faramir. "Please," she gasped, "I--I am sorry, Lord Faramir, please, forgive me, I--I'm sorry."
"Eowyn," Faramir said in a tone of astonishment, "you are a woman, not a whore. If I ever laid a hand on you that was in any way unwelcome, truly, I am sorry for my actions." He did not move to touch her again, not even to comfort her, but stayed away, giving her what ever space she needed. "Lady Eowyn. . .are you all right? Is it something I did? You need but tell me, and what ever I did to upset you I will not do again."
"No!" Eowyn sobbed. "You did nothing wrong, it is me. . .Faramir, my lord, please do not be angry with me. . .know you have never been with another woman before. . .but, my lord, I wish to tell you and risk your anger now before we perform any acts that might cause you to be in a different mind. Another man has had me before."
Faramir took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He had not expected this, and in truth was a little angry, but had long learned that anger never solves anything. Faramir raised a hand to his brow and rubbed his forehead. "Who?" he asked at last. "Was it Lord Aragorn?"
"No!" Eowyn sobbed again, her voice even tighter than before with fear.
"Oh, Eowyn, I'm sorry," Faramir said. He knew that it was in truth she that should be sorry, but felt that he should not have frightened a woman who was already so clearly upset, in especial the woman he loved. "It is all right, Eowyn, I am not angry, no one is going to hurt you. There is no need to be frightened," Faramir soothed. He sat beside her on the bed and, gaining the courage to touch her, stroked her hair lightly.
"Faramir, I am so sorry."
"Eowyn, I married you because I love you. Nothing is going to change that; nothing," he swore, kissing the top of her head lightly. Eowyn, whose face was buried in her hands, lifted her eyes to meet those of her husband. Another tear fell.
"What if I was not the person you think I am?" she asked cryptically.
"Who would you be?" Faramir returned. "During the War, when I met you in the Halls of Healing, you were not fully formed into the woman you would become, and that was when I fell in love with you. I love you now as I did then, but so much stronger. . ."
"And what waxes, my lord, in time will wan," she replied in a slow voice.
"Eowyn, love, my heart is ever yours."
"Even though I could not perform for you the duties of a wife on her wedding night?"
"I care not. If you are more comfortable with it, I will sleep not in the same bed as you until invited to do so. You have rights as a woman, which, it is my belief, no man, not even your husband, may violate."
"Oh, Faramir!" Eowyn gasped, touched by his loving kindness to her. She buried her face in her hands again. Faramir put an arm around her shoulders and drew her close for comfort, rubbing her back as she convulsed with sobs. His heart wrenched at his inability to help her any more than a feeble touch. When finally she stopped crying, he cupped her chin in his hands and raised her face, that her eyes again met his.
"Someone has hurt you in the past," he said. "Will you tell me, Eowyn?" She closed her eyes and lowered her face, but felt a rising feeling in her chest. Swallowing, she nodded.
"Only I ask, my lord, that you let me speak in full. I have not spoken of this to anyone. . .and fear once I begin, if interrupted I may be unable to continue."
Faramir nodded. With a deep breath, Eowyn began:
*****
To be continued
Author's note: The accents are very difficult for my computer, so some names (Eowyn, Eomer) which require accents may not always have them. Also, does anyone know what year Eowyn and Eomer's parents died?