No Fear
By: Aylwen Dreamsong (aka stardust)
The Two Towers Missing Story
I feel no fear taking over my body. All I can feel is grief, for my dear uncle whom I loved as a father. I can also feel now hate pulsating through my heart and veins. I despise this creature, and I laugh at its stupidity. It says that no living man can hinder it, and lo! Maybe one cannot, but I shall never know, for I am a woman, and I shall be the one to slay it. Éowyn I am, and I stand now in front of something that seems to be unwavering in its pride and confidence. Yet now I stand taller. I stand for better and not for worse. I stand now for the love of mankind, of human love for others. It tries to bring a blow to me, and yet I stand strong, I feel my body be thrust away, and my shield-arm broken. Yet my spirit and my sight seem to be in the sky, and I see myself being thrown by a blow onto the ground. The small Holbytla I carried from Rohan to these accursed fields of the Pellenor comes up behind the laughing beast. I pray and cry in my heart for the small man to hold hit feet, and yet he draws his sword and digs it into the sensitive skin behind the demon's knee. I try to move my hands to cover my ears from the horrid shriek that came next, and yet my hands cannot move. The evil Nazgul got ready to turn and see the cause of the pain that seemingly ripped through his "body". I would not let anything happen to this courageous Holbytla, or Hobbit as it was called in his homeland. With all my strength that remained, and some extra I had left in my faltering heart, and I stood to smite the beast. I thrust and swung my sword and I breathed a breath of relief, and what you may call a head fell form its hideous shoulders and rolled onto the dirty ground. I could not stand any longer. Although I felt no fear, I could also say I could not feel at all. I fell unconscious for a time, or so I am told. I slept, if you could say that. I dreamed great dream, in it were all the people I loved and had come to know well. I saw my uncle-father, Lord Theoden of the Mark. I saw my dearest brother, Éomer and his brave army of Rohirric soldiers. I saw also the face of Aragorn my love, and the face of that young Hobbit that probably saved my life. I flew up into the sky and could see myself on a bed, sleeping as though I would never wake. I called to myself, mayhaps not even knowing I could not truly hear. I flew past the stars, skies and saw all.
Then I woke up.
I feel no fear taking over my body. All I can feel is grief, for my dear uncle whom I loved as a father. I can also feel now hate pulsating through my heart and veins. I despise this creature, and I laugh at its stupidity. It says that no living man can hinder it, and lo! Maybe one cannot, but I shall never know, for I am a woman, and I shall be the one to slay it. Éowyn I am, and I stand now in front of something that seems to be unwavering in its pride and confidence. Yet now I stand taller. I stand for better and not for worse. I stand now for the love of mankind, of human love for others. It tries to bring a blow to me, and yet I stand strong, I feel my body be thrust away, and my shield-arm broken. Yet my spirit and my sight seem to be in the sky, and I see myself being thrown by a blow onto the ground. The small Holbytla I carried from Rohan to these accursed fields of the Pellenor comes up behind the laughing beast. I pray and cry in my heart for the small man to hold hit feet, and yet he draws his sword and digs it into the sensitive skin behind the demon's knee. I try to move my hands to cover my ears from the horrid shriek that came next, and yet my hands cannot move. The evil Nazgul got ready to turn and see the cause of the pain that seemingly ripped through his "body". I would not let anything happen to this courageous Holbytla, or Hobbit as it was called in his homeland. With all my strength that remained, and some extra I had left in my faltering heart, and I stood to smite the beast. I thrust and swung my sword and I breathed a breath of relief, and what you may call a head fell form its hideous shoulders and rolled onto the dirty ground. I could not stand any longer. Although I felt no fear, I could also say I could not feel at all. I fell unconscious for a time, or so I am told. I slept, if you could say that. I dreamed great dream, in it were all the people I loved and had come to know well. I saw my uncle-father, Lord Theoden of the Mark. I saw my dearest brother, Éomer and his brave army of Rohirric soldiers. I saw also the face of Aragorn my love, and the face of that young Hobbit that probably saved my life. I flew up into the sky and could see myself on a bed, sleeping as though I would never wake. I called to myself, mayhaps not even knowing I could not truly hear. I flew past the stars, skies and saw all.
Then I woke up.