Sorry for not getting this up sooner, I had gotten side tracked by my other
story, which I'm currently revising. When I had time I couldn't type it up
and go through the publishing it, since I left my writing binder, or what-
ever-you-want-to -call-it at home. I nearly went mad because I didn't have
it, after all the stuff I did to personalize it and all, my work was in
there.
Anyway, now that I do have it, it's never leaving my sight.
Disclaimer: hmmm . . . what do I own again? Practically except the plot, but that's kinda set up for me, too.
* * * * * * * * Chapter 3: The Awful Truth
His cheerful mood immediately plummeted seeing the saddened expression across her face. "What 'tis the matter now?" he said gently coming over to her.
Her face was solemn and stone cold, but still was no match for her eyes, which started piercing his when she had made eye contact. Instantly he could see a fire start in her cold slate gray eyes. His thoughts jumped to Grima, the only person who would start such anger. But before he could think of anything to say, she turned and gestured him to follow her.
She went inside his chamber. When he entered a few brief moments later, she turned to see his jaw drop. To his horror and disbelief, he saw contents from the chest strewn across the chamber's floor. That wasn't the only thing, everything that could be put away was everywhere.
"Grima," Eowyn muttered flatly.
"I don't want that . . . that man near me or my things!" Eomer stuttered and roared with rage.
"There's nothing we can do about your room now," said Eowyn calmly, but her voice broke and she started speaking with rage too, "but to pick up the pieces."
He walked down the chamber a little farther taking slow and steady strides as his eyes darted back and forth across the floor. His face was hard and fixed, but his breathing was hard, he was trying to control himself and keep calm.
Hearing is breathing getting faster and faster, Eowyn suddenly picked up one of his finely made chainmail. "He's done worse," she said carry it to his wardrobe.
"I guess I should have expected something like this to happen," said Eomer in a defeated tone, his face bearing the look of disappointment.
"It's not your fault. Your strong, and that's why he has to find the your weak spot, the single point where it hurts you the most." She said taking her eyes of the heap of clothes and armor feet away from the wardrobe to his deep gray eyes.
"I sopose. But still, why does 'he' get to do this when normally no ones allowed to do this to anyone?" His voice filling with rage, at an alarming rate.
"Only because he's manipulating our uncle," Eowyn said quickly and calmly. "He's been doing that for years." Her eyes went colder than the stone outside on a winter's day.
"I'm going to . . ." Eomer started promptly.
But then Eowyn cut in. "If this has anything to do with revenge, I'm leaving." She started to stare into his eyes showing him her strength. "It won't work, anyway he practically runs Rohan now, he'd 'only' send you away," said Eowyn pausing.
She'd stay for him any day, in a heartbeat. Rohan was under the madness of Wormtounge; it was closing in on her, so it seemed. She rather run then to stay like a caged bird, and right now it was coming down to just that. Things kept on getting worse and worse.
But her brother, he needs her, more than ever these days. And deep down, although hard to admit, she needed him too. They where more than brother and sister, at times they were best friends. And even she couldn't deny or ignore that. * * * * * * * * After couple hours of meaningless talk (mainly about gossip), the conversation took a turn. After all the shifting of things, the room was nearly restored to like it had been earlier that day.
When Eowyn asked, "Did you find anything missing?"
"Not yet," Eomer replied, "but I can't be sure till everything is put away, and I have looked through it." He was bending down over a few of his blank pages of parchment.
"I did not see anything missing," she said and hastily added, "that I didn't know you had."
She started to go through one of the last remaining piles near a tipped over trunk.
"I'll get that," Eomer said quickly.
She stood up, and walked past the place where he was now nealling by.
"Well I'll see you later then," she said. She opened the door and he looked up from the pile he was still working on. She waved and he waved back muttering what was his usual fashion of 'good bye'.
And with that reinsurance, she closed the door behind her, and headed off towards the stairs.
* * * * * * * * I hoped you liked that chapter, since it did take me forever to type. This is my longest chapter so far. However, the next will be a bit shorter, but it will come sooner.
Please review!! The next chapter: A Step Closer to Answers.
Disclaimer: hmmm . . . what do I own again? Practically except the plot, but that's kinda set up for me, too.
* * * * * * * * Chapter 3: The Awful Truth
His cheerful mood immediately plummeted seeing the saddened expression across her face. "What 'tis the matter now?" he said gently coming over to her.
Her face was solemn and stone cold, but still was no match for her eyes, which started piercing his when she had made eye contact. Instantly he could see a fire start in her cold slate gray eyes. His thoughts jumped to Grima, the only person who would start such anger. But before he could think of anything to say, she turned and gestured him to follow her.
She went inside his chamber. When he entered a few brief moments later, she turned to see his jaw drop. To his horror and disbelief, he saw contents from the chest strewn across the chamber's floor. That wasn't the only thing, everything that could be put away was everywhere.
"Grima," Eowyn muttered flatly.
"I don't want that . . . that man near me or my things!" Eomer stuttered and roared with rage.
"There's nothing we can do about your room now," said Eowyn calmly, but her voice broke and she started speaking with rage too, "but to pick up the pieces."
He walked down the chamber a little farther taking slow and steady strides as his eyes darted back and forth across the floor. His face was hard and fixed, but his breathing was hard, he was trying to control himself and keep calm.
Hearing is breathing getting faster and faster, Eowyn suddenly picked up one of his finely made chainmail. "He's done worse," she said carry it to his wardrobe.
"I guess I should have expected something like this to happen," said Eomer in a defeated tone, his face bearing the look of disappointment.
"It's not your fault. Your strong, and that's why he has to find the your weak spot, the single point where it hurts you the most." She said taking her eyes of the heap of clothes and armor feet away from the wardrobe to his deep gray eyes.
"I sopose. But still, why does 'he' get to do this when normally no ones allowed to do this to anyone?" His voice filling with rage, at an alarming rate.
"Only because he's manipulating our uncle," Eowyn said quickly and calmly. "He's been doing that for years." Her eyes went colder than the stone outside on a winter's day.
"I'm going to . . ." Eomer started promptly.
But then Eowyn cut in. "If this has anything to do with revenge, I'm leaving." She started to stare into his eyes showing him her strength. "It won't work, anyway he practically runs Rohan now, he'd 'only' send you away," said Eowyn pausing.
She'd stay for him any day, in a heartbeat. Rohan was under the madness of Wormtounge; it was closing in on her, so it seemed. She rather run then to stay like a caged bird, and right now it was coming down to just that. Things kept on getting worse and worse.
But her brother, he needs her, more than ever these days. And deep down, although hard to admit, she needed him too. They where more than brother and sister, at times they were best friends. And even she couldn't deny or ignore that. * * * * * * * * After couple hours of meaningless talk (mainly about gossip), the conversation took a turn. After all the shifting of things, the room was nearly restored to like it had been earlier that day.
When Eowyn asked, "Did you find anything missing?"
"Not yet," Eomer replied, "but I can't be sure till everything is put away, and I have looked through it." He was bending down over a few of his blank pages of parchment.
"I did not see anything missing," she said and hastily added, "that I didn't know you had."
She started to go through one of the last remaining piles near a tipped over trunk.
"I'll get that," Eomer said quickly.
She stood up, and walked past the place where he was now nealling by.
"Well I'll see you later then," she said. She opened the door and he looked up from the pile he was still working on. She waved and he waved back muttering what was his usual fashion of 'good bye'.
And with that reinsurance, she closed the door behind her, and headed off towards the stairs.
* * * * * * * * I hoped you liked that chapter, since it did take me forever to type. This is my longest chapter so far. However, the next will be a bit shorter, but it will come sooner.
Please review!! The next chapter: A Step Closer to Answers.
