Rejected Once and Loves Again
Aragorn and Arwen were now wed and the festivities became grander than those from the victory in battle. The four Hobbits and left for the Shire and had been given all of their rewards for their valor in battle. Yet many still mourned. Eomer, Eowyn and the Rohirrim were saddened by the loss of their Uncle, King Theoden. Faramir mourned the loss of his father, Denethor, and brother, Boromir. It is rumored, and is probably true, that Faramir lamented more for Boromir than he did for his father. Eowyn would now often sit and stare at the battlefield of Middle-Earth at the exact spot where she had watched Theoden die before her eyes. Eomer watched his sister and tried to find words to comfort her as she often blamed herself. "I could have saved him," she cried. "Why didn't I? I was right there. I watched him die. Why didn't I? "It was his time, Sister," Eomer tried to lighten her heart. "It was his time." "He has left Rohan in very capable hands," Gandalf walked in to say. "He did indeed. Both of you will make very good rulers for it is now time for you to lead the people of the Riddermark. When we return." "Eomer will be crowned King of Edoras," Eowyn cut in. "It is not a woman's place to rule a kingdom." A far off look came to her eyes, the same look that has been plaguing her for some time. Eomer and Gandalf stood with their mouths wide open. Eowyn had always fought to be able to work as a man, but now she was fighting to stay a woman." 'I wonder if this change came about because of her battle with the Nazgul King?' Gandalf wondered this and came to accept it as the truth. Eowyn never told her reason except to one person, which will be explained later in this story. "In any case," Gandalf interrupted the silence. "We need to go now, Eomer. Eowyn must get ready for the ceremony, as do we." "Yes, Gandalf," Eomer walked to Eowyn and embraced her. "I am very proud of you, sister." "And I, you, my brother," she replied. "What pride should you have for me? Yes in many battle have I fought, but none were as great as yours. Nor as important. You showed the courage of a thousand men." "Courage, brother? Or stupidity?" "Courage, my dear sister." "Thank you Eomer. Now go. We must get ready." "I'm going! I'm going!" Eomer laughed his way out the door. Eowyn's smile faded from her face and started to change into her ceremonial clothes. She began to think over all that Eomer had said to her. "You showed the courage of a thousand men." Those words echoed through her mind. "It was not courage, my beloved brother," She thought aloud. "It was stupidity. I was so stupid to have thought that I could fight and save Uncle. I couldn't save him," She began to weep again at the thought of her battle and the face of her dying uncle. She saw the pride in his eyes that he had for her before he died. There was fulfillment in his eyes. Those eyes of his.they were so happy for her. Yet she saw no pride in her own eyes.
Aragorn and Arwen were now wed and the festivities became grander than those from the victory in battle. The four Hobbits and left for the Shire and had been given all of their rewards for their valor in battle. Yet many still mourned. Eomer, Eowyn and the Rohirrim were saddened by the loss of their Uncle, King Theoden. Faramir mourned the loss of his father, Denethor, and brother, Boromir. It is rumored, and is probably true, that Faramir lamented more for Boromir than he did for his father. Eowyn would now often sit and stare at the battlefield of Middle-Earth at the exact spot where she had watched Theoden die before her eyes. Eomer watched his sister and tried to find words to comfort her as she often blamed herself. "I could have saved him," she cried. "Why didn't I? I was right there. I watched him die. Why didn't I? "It was his time, Sister," Eomer tried to lighten her heart. "It was his time." "He has left Rohan in very capable hands," Gandalf walked in to say. "He did indeed. Both of you will make very good rulers for it is now time for you to lead the people of the Riddermark. When we return." "Eomer will be crowned King of Edoras," Eowyn cut in. "It is not a woman's place to rule a kingdom." A far off look came to her eyes, the same look that has been plaguing her for some time. Eomer and Gandalf stood with their mouths wide open. Eowyn had always fought to be able to work as a man, but now she was fighting to stay a woman." 'I wonder if this change came about because of her battle with the Nazgul King?' Gandalf wondered this and came to accept it as the truth. Eowyn never told her reason except to one person, which will be explained later in this story. "In any case," Gandalf interrupted the silence. "We need to go now, Eomer. Eowyn must get ready for the ceremony, as do we." "Yes, Gandalf," Eomer walked to Eowyn and embraced her. "I am very proud of you, sister." "And I, you, my brother," she replied. "What pride should you have for me? Yes in many battle have I fought, but none were as great as yours. Nor as important. You showed the courage of a thousand men." "Courage, brother? Or stupidity?" "Courage, my dear sister." "Thank you Eomer. Now go. We must get ready." "I'm going! I'm going!" Eomer laughed his way out the door. Eowyn's smile faded from her face and started to change into her ceremonial clothes. She began to think over all that Eomer had said to her. "You showed the courage of a thousand men." Those words echoed through her mind. "It was not courage, my beloved brother," She thought aloud. "It was stupidity. I was so stupid to have thought that I could fight and save Uncle. I couldn't save him," She began to weep again at the thought of her battle and the face of her dying uncle. She saw the pride in his eyes that he had for her before he died. There was fulfillment in his eyes. Those eyes of his.they were so happy for her. Yet she saw no pride in her own eyes.