Title: With my own Eyes
Summary: Not all arguments end on good terms (a continuation of "A Matter of Love").
Prompt: 14 "Courtship"
Word count: 553
When Eowyn caught up to Boromir, he was on his way out of the houses of healing, despite the knowledge that he could not leave until he was healed. He stopped before she could call to him and turned to face her. Eowyn couldn't help the flutter of her heart or instinctive reach of her hand as she came to a stop. Their hands met, she curled her fingers around his cold hand but he made no move to do the same.
"Why did you leave? I wanted to see you," Eowyn asked. For a split second Boromir's expression became hard and mocking then it morphed into a kind of hurt she rarely saw him express. "I did not wish to disturb you and my brother, your ladyship," Boromir replied in a slightly uneven tone. Eowyn blinked. Your ladyship? "Boromir, what-?" She faltered when she saw the look in his eye, the jealousy. She laughed nervously. "Surely you do not think that I- have feelings for Faramir?"
The hurt expression deepened and he pulled away from her, he pressed a hand against his forehead in exasperation. "I do," He replied. Eowyn watched him in disbelief, wondered why he tortured himself with unnecessary jealousy and anguish when there was no need to. "Boromir, please-" She made a reach for his hand again. He evaded her with ease. It was then she grew hot with anger. "Stop this! You're being ridiculous!"
Boromir turned on her, his pale complexion became flush with anger. "Am I though?" He cried. "I haven't seen you since I woke from oblivion-"
"I was in mourning for my uncle-"
"-I can't find you when Ioreth directs me to your room and when I do find you, it's with my brother as he confesses undying love for you, your hand in his!" He cried. "And to his final question as to whether or not you felt the same? You hesitated!"
"Yes, I did, but not for the reason you think!" Eowyn shouted.
"Then what was your reason?"
"I hesitated because I did not want to hurt his feelings with quick rejection!"
"So you string him about and then you reject him?" He scoffed. "You must take me for a fool."
"You are a fool if you believe I have feelings for anyone but you," She snapped. "I did not spend six years in an awkward courtship with you just so I could leave you for your brother!" By the end of her tirade, Eowyn was breathless and near tears, genuinely hurt by his accusation. There was a beat of silence, Boromir blinked and his anger and hurt dissolved into embarrassment as the truth of her words sank in. He groaned, hiding his face in the palm of his hand. "Gods," He whispered. "Gods, Eowyn, I'm sorry."
"You should be," She huffed. "You thick-headed man, you should be." Eowyn paused and eyed him dubiously. "Why did you not tell him about us?" Boromir shook his head. "There never seemed to be time to pop the news. To him, or… father."
"Well, you have all the time in the word now." Eowyn retreated down the hall from whence she came, revealing to Boromir his brother, who stood the end of it. Boromir swore under his breath.