Title: It Isn't Meant To Be
Summary: follows Aragorn and Eowyn through a time of hardship for the Rohan, will Aragorn find out in time his true feelings for Eowyn? Or will he deny them for the rest of his life? (doesn't go through Return of the King, more based on TTT movie) R/R! Tell me what you think please! Eowyn/Aragorn eventually
Disclaimer: I own nothing although I may add a new character or two to experiment.
Spoilers: The Two Towers movie, might be some Fellowship movie spoilers too.
Notes: This is an experimentation fic! I am trying lots of new things. Flamers will be read, disregarded, and deleted. When I saw Lotr TTT a fourth time, a hundred thoughts struck my head and I decided to put them all into my first real fic (I had two NC-17 but they were crap) Well I hope you enjoy. Please review and tell me what you think! If I don't get lots of reviews I am continuing anyways but it would really help! ~~~~~~~ Arin Elen (Morning Star) Chapter One He Fell
Eowyn stood there, stunned. This wasn't happening to her, not now. She looked to Theoden, praying it was a lie, surely he hadn't. But King Theoden met her with a gaze with no help, only a sad look, a look that showed the painful truth. So it was true, and the only words left in her mind as she desperately blinked back her tears were "He fell."
He fell, she sunk slowly to her knees, her breath coming in short spurts. He fell, she closed her eyes, the unwanted tears finally streaking down her cheeks and she let out a single silent sob. He fell, why hadn't she just told him her feelings when she had the chance? Because that would've pushed him further away, a voice said in the back of her mind. But now I'll never get to tell him. another answered back. He never loved you.
I'll never know. he's dead.
Reality gripped her body, everything was blurry, this wasn't happening, he was not dead. He couldn't be. She began to shake, she couldn't breathe; her heart was pounding in her chest. She distantly heard Legolas calling her name and felt him helping her up. She stood shakily, and looked into his eyes, he was speaking.everything was in slow motion.distant.mute. She looked up into the elf's eyes and then her eyes rolled back into her head, she was dizzy, unable to support herself. As everything around her went black, she felt herself falling through the endless darkness, falling, falling, falling.
*****
Eowyn slowly opened her eyes. She had awaked in a makeshift bed on the ground of an empty corridor. Legolas sat by her, wiping her head with a wet cloth. She wondered what had happened at first, then that damn voice in her head said those two words again He fell, and everything rushed back so fast she gasped and sat up straight. Legolas grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down. She looked up into his eyes, tears began flowing, and before she knew it, she was being gathered into the elf prince's arms, sobbing. She held onto him, gripping at his clothing for dear life, and he held her and gently ran his fingers through her long golden hair.
Legolas was confused over this whole crying thing. He had never seen sadness or pain expressed like this until he left Mirkwood. He wasn't used to death, elves don't die. it was a known fact. Only steal or flame could kill an elf, and since Mirkwood was mostly peaceful and set deep in a forest, no battles were fought there, and no one died. When he did leave Mirkwood, even then he didn't see much until Gandalf fell, and then Boromir. So as he held Eowyn protectively in his arms, he wondered if he even knew how to cry, and how to do it.
After Eowyn calmed a bit, Legolas tried to explain what happened exactly but faltered. He simply said, "He fell," Eowyn winced at those haunting words "over a cliff". The long hall was silent for a few moments as Eowyn thought.
"Legolas, am I such a fool to think I ever had a chance to be with such a man as Aragorn?"
Legolas looked into the young mortal woman's deep blue eyes and was taken aback by how much pain and sorrow shown there. "No, you did have a chance Lady."
"I never had a chance with him, you know that."
"Don't you think I didn't see the way he looked at you on the way here? He was torn, Eowyn. He didn't know what to do, whom to love. He simply knew he was in love with you. He needed time. He just. ran out."
Eowyn looked at the elf for a moment, then down at her hands. "I must go help my people." She stood and began to walk down the corridor, but Legolas grabbed her arm and turned her to him. He laced his delicate fingers through hers and wiped away a single tear with his other hand.
"You are young Eowyn, you will find another."
"Not like him. No one can ever be as. No one can ever be as perfect as he was." She said coldly, then wiped her tears and ran from the blonde elf, her golden hair flowing behind her.
"Nobody is perfect Eowyn." Legolas whispered into the empty hall, then he turned and left.
*****
Eowyn ran up to her favorite place to look for hope when she had run out. She ran up the steps, where people were cluttered, huddled in little groups, talking. She ran up to the tower with Old Helm's Horn and stood on the edge, looking over the bare lands. Her hair blew in front of her face as she stood there. She looked noble, fair, beautiful and strong. everything that a queen should be. She felt the wind against her, felt it fly through her hair and she spread her arms, looking up to the endless sky filled with clouds. Her long brown dress and blue sleeves flew out behind her and the breeze kissed her wet cheeks.
She smiled, remembering the first time she met Aragorn, really met him.
She had been using her sword, getting ready to leave for Helm's Deep, and as she turned around her sword clashed with another. Her eyes opened wide when she saw Aragorn standing there. He held his sword there simply, connected with hers.
"You are trained well with a sword." He said. She stood ready and moved her arm around, twisting her sword away, and their swords detached. He dropped his sword to the ground. It landed with a clatter, and Eowyn's blade landed in front of his face. His eyes opened in shock for a split second. She lowered her sword, frowning down at him as he stared at the sword he had dropped. He looked up in her eyes then back down at his sword. He slowly knelt down and picked it up, examining it carefully for nicks or dents, and then they stared at each other for a moment as he rose.
She turned her back to him and blushed as she re-sheathed her sword saying, "The women of this land learn when they are young. Those who don't may still die upon them. I fear neither pain nor death."
"Then what do you fear, my Lady?"
She turned back to him and looked him in the eye as she told him, "A cage, to stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance of valor has gone beyond chance or desire."
He stared at her and took a step to fill in a bit of the gap between them; she however, took a step back. "You are a shield-maiden of Rohan," He said with sincerity, " I do not think that will be your fate." With that he turned and walked out of the hall.
She smiled at his back then looked down sadly. "It already is." She whispered to herself, and then finished packing her things.
She remembered the way here, when she had gotten her hopes up and had them crashed down in a few short hours.
Eowyn walked by Gimli the dwarf's horse, while he talked on about dwarf women. She turned back to Aragorn, who was behind her, and he mouthed something like, "It's the beards." Then ran his hand down his chin, signing a beard with it. He smiled broadly, the first true smile she had seen out of him, and she smiled broadly back, laughing silently.
She turned back and Gimli said something about dwarves popping out of the ground. She laughed out loud at this comment, and a moment later Gimli's horse flew out from her grasp and he fell off. She laughed louder then faltered, running to make sure Gimli was all right, but he was screaming not to worry, how it was deliberate. She smiled and turned back to look at Aragorn, only to find out that he was staring back at her with a glint in his eyes that made her smile fade as she realized what it was. Her heart leaped in her chest as she smiled and looked down again.
Early that next day when they were walking along, Eowyn caught up to Aragorn, who was now walking instead of riding, and looked at him for a while. She noticed a jewel on his chest; it looked purely made of silver with a small diamond in the middle.
"Who is she?" She asked. Aragorn looked up at her questioningly. "The woman who gave you that jewel."
He looked down at it and seemed to become distant, lost deep in thought. His eyes became foggy and he frowned, staying that way for a few moments. She hesitantly tried to bring him out of the thought.
"My Lord?"
He looked up and said, "She is sailing to the undying lands with all that is left of her kin." He sadly looked back down, and she understood. He was in love with an elf. She frowned and walked a few paces ahead of him, looking down and not letting him see the expression on her face.
It seemed ages ago, yet it was only earlier that day.
She stood there, the perfect picture of a queen, crying her fears away as the wind kissed her and held her, her sleeves and hair flying behind her like an angel. She looked out over the bare land with a new feeling of calm running through her, and she smiled her tears away. She turned and ran down the steps to help her uncle with settling the people of Edoras. She closed her eyes and knew everything would be okay. Something in the clouds and wind told her everything would be just fine, no matter what happened.
It was now late in the afternoon and the sun was dipping low in the sky, so that the mountains began to cast shadows on the Fortress of Helm's Deep. Eowyn ran down to the King's chambers. She ran to him and kissed him on the cheek. Theoden smiled and touched hers.
"You are your mothers daughter Eowyn, which means you are wild spirited, I cannot keep you captive here for much longer. You deserve to run free like the horses of our lands." Eowyn looked into her Uncle and King's eyes, such deep, caring eyes, and smiled slightly. "Aragorn died defending our people, they weren't even his own people, and he was willing to do anything to defend us, even if it meant ending his own life." Eowyn looked down.
"Was there a river under the cliff?" She said at long while.
"What?"
She said it slower and more clearly, "Was there a river underneath the cliff over which he fell?"
Theoden paused and looked at his niece, there was a fire in her sparkling blue eyes, a fire full of hope and peace. "There was." he said slowly.
A smile slowly crept over Eowyn's face, and she bowed her head, turned, and walked out of the hall, smiling all the while. Theoden watched her go thinking She is so her mother's daughter, and he too smiled. Which means she will be all right.
*****
Well did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me anything (Even if you DID hate it)! Review please!
Summary: follows Aragorn and Eowyn through a time of hardship for the Rohan, will Aragorn find out in time his true feelings for Eowyn? Or will he deny them for the rest of his life? (doesn't go through Return of the King, more based on TTT movie) R/R! Tell me what you think please! Eowyn/Aragorn eventually
Disclaimer: I own nothing although I may add a new character or two to experiment.
Spoilers: The Two Towers movie, might be some Fellowship movie spoilers too.
Notes: This is an experimentation fic! I am trying lots of new things. Flamers will be read, disregarded, and deleted. When I saw Lotr TTT a fourth time, a hundred thoughts struck my head and I decided to put them all into my first real fic (I had two NC-17 but they were crap) Well I hope you enjoy. Please review and tell me what you think! If I don't get lots of reviews I am continuing anyways but it would really help! ~~~~~~~ Arin Elen (Morning Star) Chapter One He Fell
Eowyn stood there, stunned. This wasn't happening to her, not now. She looked to Theoden, praying it was a lie, surely he hadn't. But King Theoden met her with a gaze with no help, only a sad look, a look that showed the painful truth. So it was true, and the only words left in her mind as she desperately blinked back her tears were "He fell."
He fell, she sunk slowly to her knees, her breath coming in short spurts. He fell, she closed her eyes, the unwanted tears finally streaking down her cheeks and she let out a single silent sob. He fell, why hadn't she just told him her feelings when she had the chance? Because that would've pushed him further away, a voice said in the back of her mind. But now I'll never get to tell him. another answered back. He never loved you.
I'll never know. he's dead.
Reality gripped her body, everything was blurry, this wasn't happening, he was not dead. He couldn't be. She began to shake, she couldn't breathe; her heart was pounding in her chest. She distantly heard Legolas calling her name and felt him helping her up. She stood shakily, and looked into his eyes, he was speaking.everything was in slow motion.distant.mute. She looked up into the elf's eyes and then her eyes rolled back into her head, she was dizzy, unable to support herself. As everything around her went black, she felt herself falling through the endless darkness, falling, falling, falling.
*****
Eowyn slowly opened her eyes. She had awaked in a makeshift bed on the ground of an empty corridor. Legolas sat by her, wiping her head with a wet cloth. She wondered what had happened at first, then that damn voice in her head said those two words again He fell, and everything rushed back so fast she gasped and sat up straight. Legolas grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down. She looked up into his eyes, tears began flowing, and before she knew it, she was being gathered into the elf prince's arms, sobbing. She held onto him, gripping at his clothing for dear life, and he held her and gently ran his fingers through her long golden hair.
Legolas was confused over this whole crying thing. He had never seen sadness or pain expressed like this until he left Mirkwood. He wasn't used to death, elves don't die. it was a known fact. Only steal or flame could kill an elf, and since Mirkwood was mostly peaceful and set deep in a forest, no battles were fought there, and no one died. When he did leave Mirkwood, even then he didn't see much until Gandalf fell, and then Boromir. So as he held Eowyn protectively in his arms, he wondered if he even knew how to cry, and how to do it.
After Eowyn calmed a bit, Legolas tried to explain what happened exactly but faltered. He simply said, "He fell," Eowyn winced at those haunting words "over a cliff". The long hall was silent for a few moments as Eowyn thought.
"Legolas, am I such a fool to think I ever had a chance to be with such a man as Aragorn?"
Legolas looked into the young mortal woman's deep blue eyes and was taken aback by how much pain and sorrow shown there. "No, you did have a chance Lady."
"I never had a chance with him, you know that."
"Don't you think I didn't see the way he looked at you on the way here? He was torn, Eowyn. He didn't know what to do, whom to love. He simply knew he was in love with you. He needed time. He just. ran out."
Eowyn looked at the elf for a moment, then down at her hands. "I must go help my people." She stood and began to walk down the corridor, but Legolas grabbed her arm and turned her to him. He laced his delicate fingers through hers and wiped away a single tear with his other hand.
"You are young Eowyn, you will find another."
"Not like him. No one can ever be as. No one can ever be as perfect as he was." She said coldly, then wiped her tears and ran from the blonde elf, her golden hair flowing behind her.
"Nobody is perfect Eowyn." Legolas whispered into the empty hall, then he turned and left.
*****
Eowyn ran up to her favorite place to look for hope when she had run out. She ran up the steps, where people were cluttered, huddled in little groups, talking. She ran up to the tower with Old Helm's Horn and stood on the edge, looking over the bare lands. Her hair blew in front of her face as she stood there. She looked noble, fair, beautiful and strong. everything that a queen should be. She felt the wind against her, felt it fly through her hair and she spread her arms, looking up to the endless sky filled with clouds. Her long brown dress and blue sleeves flew out behind her and the breeze kissed her wet cheeks.
She smiled, remembering the first time she met Aragorn, really met him.
She had been using her sword, getting ready to leave for Helm's Deep, and as she turned around her sword clashed with another. Her eyes opened wide when she saw Aragorn standing there. He held his sword there simply, connected with hers.
"You are trained well with a sword." He said. She stood ready and moved her arm around, twisting her sword away, and their swords detached. He dropped his sword to the ground. It landed with a clatter, and Eowyn's blade landed in front of his face. His eyes opened in shock for a split second. She lowered her sword, frowning down at him as he stared at the sword he had dropped. He looked up in her eyes then back down at his sword. He slowly knelt down and picked it up, examining it carefully for nicks or dents, and then they stared at each other for a moment as he rose.
She turned her back to him and blushed as she re-sheathed her sword saying, "The women of this land learn when they are young. Those who don't may still die upon them. I fear neither pain nor death."
"Then what do you fear, my Lady?"
She turned back to him and looked him in the eye as she told him, "A cage, to stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance of valor has gone beyond chance or desire."
He stared at her and took a step to fill in a bit of the gap between them; she however, took a step back. "You are a shield-maiden of Rohan," He said with sincerity, " I do not think that will be your fate." With that he turned and walked out of the hall.
She smiled at his back then looked down sadly. "It already is." She whispered to herself, and then finished packing her things.
She remembered the way here, when she had gotten her hopes up and had them crashed down in a few short hours.
Eowyn walked by Gimli the dwarf's horse, while he talked on about dwarf women. She turned back to Aragorn, who was behind her, and he mouthed something like, "It's the beards." Then ran his hand down his chin, signing a beard with it. He smiled broadly, the first true smile she had seen out of him, and she smiled broadly back, laughing silently.
She turned back and Gimli said something about dwarves popping out of the ground. She laughed out loud at this comment, and a moment later Gimli's horse flew out from her grasp and he fell off. She laughed louder then faltered, running to make sure Gimli was all right, but he was screaming not to worry, how it was deliberate. She smiled and turned back to look at Aragorn, only to find out that he was staring back at her with a glint in his eyes that made her smile fade as she realized what it was. Her heart leaped in her chest as she smiled and looked down again.
Early that next day when they were walking along, Eowyn caught up to Aragorn, who was now walking instead of riding, and looked at him for a while. She noticed a jewel on his chest; it looked purely made of silver with a small diamond in the middle.
"Who is she?" She asked. Aragorn looked up at her questioningly. "The woman who gave you that jewel."
He looked down at it and seemed to become distant, lost deep in thought. His eyes became foggy and he frowned, staying that way for a few moments. She hesitantly tried to bring him out of the thought.
"My Lord?"
He looked up and said, "She is sailing to the undying lands with all that is left of her kin." He sadly looked back down, and she understood. He was in love with an elf. She frowned and walked a few paces ahead of him, looking down and not letting him see the expression on her face.
It seemed ages ago, yet it was only earlier that day.
She stood there, the perfect picture of a queen, crying her fears away as the wind kissed her and held her, her sleeves and hair flying behind her like an angel. She looked out over the bare land with a new feeling of calm running through her, and she smiled her tears away. She turned and ran down the steps to help her uncle with settling the people of Edoras. She closed her eyes and knew everything would be okay. Something in the clouds and wind told her everything would be just fine, no matter what happened.
It was now late in the afternoon and the sun was dipping low in the sky, so that the mountains began to cast shadows on the Fortress of Helm's Deep. Eowyn ran down to the King's chambers. She ran to him and kissed him on the cheek. Theoden smiled and touched hers.
"You are your mothers daughter Eowyn, which means you are wild spirited, I cannot keep you captive here for much longer. You deserve to run free like the horses of our lands." Eowyn looked into her Uncle and King's eyes, such deep, caring eyes, and smiled slightly. "Aragorn died defending our people, they weren't even his own people, and he was willing to do anything to defend us, even if it meant ending his own life." Eowyn looked down.
"Was there a river under the cliff?" She said at long while.
"What?"
She said it slower and more clearly, "Was there a river underneath the cliff over which he fell?"
Theoden paused and looked at his niece, there was a fire in her sparkling blue eyes, a fire full of hope and peace. "There was." he said slowly.
A smile slowly crept over Eowyn's face, and she bowed her head, turned, and walked out of the hall, smiling all the while. Theoden watched her go thinking She is so her mother's daughter, and he too smiled. Which means she will be all right.
*****
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