Eos and I are here, in my room. It has been a taxing Saturday evening, indeed. We have spent the last three hours digging deep into The Ardua, an original piece of mine. It is grueling work to say the least. Not able to take it any longer, Eos finally demands we take a break.

"I can't take it any more! Three hours and no dialogue - this is killing me."

I laugh. "Do you propose we take a break from The Ardua for a while?"

"Please!"

I strech my fingers. "What shall we do then? I would like to do a bit of LoTR work, if you don't mind. My mourning period for Sir Ian's loss is pretty much over and I still haven't come down from the high of seeing the trailer for The Two Towers yet. I can't possibly work on the crossover tonight, another night maybe."

Eos pouts. "I forgot you had went to the movies without me again. What was that - your tenth time seeing the film?"

"Twelveth," I correct.

"In either case, you failed to invite me."

"Yea, I'm gonna bring you out, wings and all."

"I could pose as a hunchback," she proposes.

I laugh. "Eos?"

"Yea?"

I stop typing and turn to her. "Shall we get back into The Ardua?"

"Gods, no! I'm sorry! By all means, type!"

Unrequited Feelings


Weary from battle I look out the southern window of the chamber I am standing in. There are many people below. Oh, how I loathe them all. I am sure that none of them know of the pain weighing heavy on my heart. My thoughts drift far away, to where the lady waits for me. It is the only place where she does not lust for another. Her hair flows golden around her and she smiles at me. I draw her into my embrace and we sit in silence, enjoying the company of one another.
It is a common fantasy of mine, one where the ending is always happy. Choking back the sobs envoked by my unrequited love, I slump to the floor. She and I would often sit together in silence, sometimes making small talk. I believe it was the day she touched my hand that I knew I loved her. Sure, I had always wanted the lady Éowyn, but never before had I dreamed it was possible for me to love another. Whether the quick brushing of our hands was accidental or not, I no longer care. She had me under her spell from the moment I looked into her eyes.
The voices of the people below grow louder and I stand to look out. I hold back a cry once I see him. He is the one who holds the fair lady's heart yet pledges himself another. Aragorn son of Arathorn stands below me looking more noble than I ever will. He is a true king amongst men - surely I cannot compare to such valor. How I hate the man. How I am jealous of him. I will never know what it is like to feel Éowyn to tremble at my touch and yet he has but touched her once and he does not know how he hurts her.
I feel the rage inside me grow, boiling over. I realize that I am coming undone but I do not care. Tears trail burning paths down my cheeks, my fingernails dig into my sweaty palms.
And with a great cry of anguish I heave the palantír out the window, hearing it crash on the steps of Orthanc below.

'.~*~.'

Quick Author's Note -
Heh... Eos just realized that this doesn't have dialogue either. She's so cute when she's mad. ^.^