A/N)Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I still haven't decided if Circe is going to stay with
Gandalf and them or go with Eowyn. I'm still looking for a beta reader. E-mail me at
Suldrunw@hotmail.com if your interested. Read and review. Flames are welcome and will be used to
burn things. Thanks for all the complements guys.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 2. Oh, and I also own Wilhelm and his family.
*...* denotes thinking.
Going Home
By Daydream
Gandalf spoke,"Now, Théoden son of Thengel, will you hear me? Do you aske for help?" He
pointed his staff at a window. The sun shone through the clouds. "Take heart, Théoden, Lord of the
Mark, for not all is lost, you couldn't ask for better help. I give councel to those who wish to hear it.
Will you? Come outside. You have been in the dark for too long, listening to the lies and foul advice."
Slowly Théoden stood up and, with the help of the woman beside him, walked to the doors.
"Open! Your Lord wishes to pass," Théoden cried.
"Dude, cool," Circe whispered to herself as Théoden and Gandalf talked on the porch. She couldn't
hear what they were saying, but she could definatly see a visable change in the King. Especially when
he threw down his staff.
Later, after Háma had come and gone, Théoden and the remaing four members of the Fellowship,
plus Circe, had gathered around a stone seat. They were discussing what needed to be done.
"So, what exactally is the situation here?" Circe asked.
"It is late, but not too late, for there is still hope," Gandalf replied. "Our hope lies in Mordor, with
a halfling. Doom hangs on by a thread, but as long as we stand, unconquered, there is still hope."
"Alas! These tidings come in my old age. I have earned peace," Théoden cried."Alas, for Boromir!
Why must the young die, instead of the old?" He grasped his knees, "Where as Grima put my sword?
Get it from him!"
"You may use mine, my lord. It has always been at your service," a strong voice called. Circe
turned and saw Éomer. *Damn, he's hot!*
"Shouldn't you be locked up?" She asked.
"I'm sorry if I've erred, milord. I heard that he was to me set free. He bade me to get his sword,
and I did." Háma exclaimed to Théoden.
"Which I now lay at your feet, as a symbol of my servantude to you," said Éomer.
All was silent and neither moved.
"Dude, just take the sword, it won't bite," Circe said, rather cynically.
"I know it will not bite," Théoden said as he slowly reached for the sword. As he grasped the hilt,
Circe could see yet another chante in him. He lifted the sword and made some elegant motions with it,
as if to test it. Théoden then cried out, calling to the Eorlingas Commanding them to rise and prepare
for battle.
"The gaurds ran in and lay their sword at Théoden's feet. "Command us!" they cried.
"Never more shall it be said that you come always with bad news, Gandalf," Éomer proclaimed.
"My lord, it is a blessing to see you back to your own self."
"I do not need your sword, Éomer, sister-son. For Háma shall bring me min. It is in Grima's
keeping," Théoden said. "Now Gandalf, what councel would you give me?"
"Only that which you have already taken. To put your trust in Éomer, instead of a man-"Gandalf
was interrupted by Circe.
"In dire need of a shower, a straight jacket, and a room with padded walls." Gandalf glared at
Circe, "Sorry. I'll just shut-up now. Uh, better yet, I'll leave all this messy war stuff, to you and seek out
another girl to talk to. Could some one show me where Éowyn's rooms are?" Circe asked.
One of the guards stood up, "I will, my lady."
"I would greatly appreciate it if you would not call me lady. My name is Circe."
"My name is Wilhelm, Circe. I'm at your service," He replied as they left the hall.
"Lady Éowyn's chambers are this way."
"So, Wilhelm, tell me a little bit about yourself."
"My father's name was Wilturnt. He met my mother at the funeral of King Thengel, 35 years ago.
I was born 10 years after that. I pledged to protect my country 5 years ago."
"What happened to your father?" Circe asked.
"The Lady's chambers are just up ahead." Wilhelm announced.
"Thank you. If it's ok with you, would you mind giving me a tour of the city later," Circe asked.
"Lady Circe, it would be my pleasure."
"Just Circe, if you please, Wilhelm."
"Of course. Here we are."
"Thank you. It was nice meeting you," Circe held out her hand for him to shake. He look at her
funny. "Here, let me show you." She took his hand and joined it with her own. She then shook her hand,
taking his along for the ride.
"Ahh, ok. It was nice meeting you, also, Circe. Good day," And with that, he left her to her own
devices. At that, Circe knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A voice called from the inside.
"Lady Éowyn, I came with Gandalf. My name is Circe, and I would like to talk to you."
"Come in." Éowyn cried.
Circe opened the door. As Circe walked in, she noticed several tapestries and portraits. One of
the portraitswas of an older couple, an older version of Éomer and Éowyn. "Are these your parents?"
Circe asked.
"Yes, they died several years ago. My mother's brother, King Théoden, took my brother and
myself in," replied Éowyn.
"That's sweet."
"Yes, now what is it that Gandalf sent you for?"
"He did not send me for anything, Lady Éowyn. They were talking about what was to be done
about Mordor. I only wish to get home, and the talk board me. So I sought out someone to talk to."
"You wish to talk, so talk. Tell me about where you come from," Éowyn requested.
"In my time, for I come from the future, all this," Circe motioned around her, "was a story. A tale
so wonderful and famous, that it was made into a very successful movie. But then again, it did have
Orlando Bloom in it, and he does have lots of fans, at least 190, and counting," Circe mummered to
herself.
"A movie?" Éowyn asked.
"Mmm, kinda like a play. Orlando Bloom portrayed Legolas. Doesn't look a thing like him though."
Circe answered.
"So, if you are from the future, you know the outcome of this war, do you not?" inquired Éowyn.
"Yes, I do," Circe chose her words carefully. "I will not tell you if they will win, though. For if I told
you the outcome, no matter what it was, they would lose. If I told them they'll win, they would be
overconfidant, and lose, thinking that because they know the out come, they will not have to fight their
hardest, because they'll win anyway. If I told them they'll lose, they wouldn't try their hardest, because
hope would be lost. So I shall tell you to just wait and see," Circe replied mysteriously.
"Fine then. What of Aragorn? Will he reclaim his kingdom?"
"He will marry an Elf, and as for his kingdom, wait and see." Circe replied, with the phrase,
"wait and see," fast becoming a cliché. Just then a knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" both females called at the same time.
"It is Wilhelm, my ladies. the King requests your presence."
"We shall be right out," Éowyn called out. To Circe she said, "Our conversation is not finished."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Circe replied as they walked to the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N) Short, I know, but I'm working on the next chapter, which will hopefully be longer. Review and
tell me if you want Circe to go with Gandalf and them, or stay with Éowyn. I only got one review last
time, saying they wanted Circe to go with Gandalf.
Daydream
/pre
Gandalf and them or go with Eowyn. I'm still looking for a beta reader. E-mail me at
Suldrunw@hotmail.com if your interested. Read and review. Flames are welcome and will be used to
burn things. Thanks for all the complements guys.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 2. Oh, and I also own Wilhelm and his family.
*...* denotes thinking.
Going Home
By Daydream
Gandalf spoke,"Now, Théoden son of Thengel, will you hear me? Do you aske for help?" He
pointed his staff at a window. The sun shone through the clouds. "Take heart, Théoden, Lord of the
Mark, for not all is lost, you couldn't ask for better help. I give councel to those who wish to hear it.
Will you? Come outside. You have been in the dark for too long, listening to the lies and foul advice."
Slowly Théoden stood up and, with the help of the woman beside him, walked to the doors.
"Open! Your Lord wishes to pass," Théoden cried.
"Dude, cool," Circe whispered to herself as Théoden and Gandalf talked on the porch. She couldn't
hear what they were saying, but she could definatly see a visable change in the King. Especially when
he threw down his staff.
Later, after Háma had come and gone, Théoden and the remaing four members of the Fellowship,
plus Circe, had gathered around a stone seat. They were discussing what needed to be done.
"So, what exactally is the situation here?" Circe asked.
"It is late, but not too late, for there is still hope," Gandalf replied. "Our hope lies in Mordor, with
a halfling. Doom hangs on by a thread, but as long as we stand, unconquered, there is still hope."
"Alas! These tidings come in my old age. I have earned peace," Théoden cried."Alas, for Boromir!
Why must the young die, instead of the old?" He grasped his knees, "Where as Grima put my sword?
Get it from him!"
"You may use mine, my lord. It has always been at your service," a strong voice called. Circe
turned and saw Éomer. *Damn, he's hot!*
"Shouldn't you be locked up?" She asked.
"I'm sorry if I've erred, milord. I heard that he was to me set free. He bade me to get his sword,
and I did." Háma exclaimed to Théoden.
"Which I now lay at your feet, as a symbol of my servantude to you," said Éomer.
All was silent and neither moved.
"Dude, just take the sword, it won't bite," Circe said, rather cynically.
"I know it will not bite," Théoden said as he slowly reached for the sword. As he grasped the hilt,
Circe could see yet another chante in him. He lifted the sword and made some elegant motions with it,
as if to test it. Théoden then cried out, calling to the Eorlingas Commanding them to rise and prepare
for battle.
"The gaurds ran in and lay their sword at Théoden's feet. "Command us!" they cried.
"Never more shall it be said that you come always with bad news, Gandalf," Éomer proclaimed.
"My lord, it is a blessing to see you back to your own self."
"I do not need your sword, Éomer, sister-son. For Háma shall bring me min. It is in Grima's
keeping," Théoden said. "Now Gandalf, what councel would you give me?"
"Only that which you have already taken. To put your trust in Éomer, instead of a man-"Gandalf
was interrupted by Circe.
"In dire need of a shower, a straight jacket, and a room with padded walls." Gandalf glared at
Circe, "Sorry. I'll just shut-up now. Uh, better yet, I'll leave all this messy war stuff, to you and seek out
another girl to talk to. Could some one show me where Éowyn's rooms are?" Circe asked.
One of the guards stood up, "I will, my lady."
"I would greatly appreciate it if you would not call me lady. My name is Circe."
"My name is Wilhelm, Circe. I'm at your service," He replied as they left the hall.
"Lady Éowyn's chambers are this way."
"So, Wilhelm, tell me a little bit about yourself."
"My father's name was Wilturnt. He met my mother at the funeral of King Thengel, 35 years ago.
I was born 10 years after that. I pledged to protect my country 5 years ago."
"What happened to your father?" Circe asked.
"The Lady's chambers are just up ahead." Wilhelm announced.
"Thank you. If it's ok with you, would you mind giving me a tour of the city later," Circe asked.
"Lady Circe, it would be my pleasure."
"Just Circe, if you please, Wilhelm."
"Of course. Here we are."
"Thank you. It was nice meeting you," Circe held out her hand for him to shake. He look at her
funny. "Here, let me show you." She took his hand and joined it with her own. She then shook her hand,
taking his along for the ride.
"Ahh, ok. It was nice meeting you, also, Circe. Good day," And with that, he left her to her own
devices. At that, Circe knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A voice called from the inside.
"Lady Éowyn, I came with Gandalf. My name is Circe, and I would like to talk to you."
"Come in." Éowyn cried.
Circe opened the door. As Circe walked in, she noticed several tapestries and portraits. One of
the portraitswas of an older couple, an older version of Éomer and Éowyn. "Are these your parents?"
Circe asked.
"Yes, they died several years ago. My mother's brother, King Théoden, took my brother and
myself in," replied Éowyn.
"That's sweet."
"Yes, now what is it that Gandalf sent you for?"
"He did not send me for anything, Lady Éowyn. They were talking about what was to be done
about Mordor. I only wish to get home, and the talk board me. So I sought out someone to talk to."
"You wish to talk, so talk. Tell me about where you come from," Éowyn requested.
"In my time, for I come from the future, all this," Circe motioned around her, "was a story. A tale
so wonderful and famous, that it was made into a very successful movie. But then again, it did have
Orlando Bloom in it, and he does have lots of fans, at least 190, and counting," Circe mummered to
herself.
"A movie?" Éowyn asked.
"Mmm, kinda like a play. Orlando Bloom portrayed Legolas. Doesn't look a thing like him though."
Circe answered.
"So, if you are from the future, you know the outcome of this war, do you not?" inquired Éowyn.
"Yes, I do," Circe chose her words carefully. "I will not tell you if they will win, though. For if I told
you the outcome, no matter what it was, they would lose. If I told them they'll win, they would be
overconfidant, and lose, thinking that because they know the out come, they will not have to fight their
hardest, because they'll win anyway. If I told them they'll lose, they wouldn't try their hardest, because
hope would be lost. So I shall tell you to just wait and see," Circe replied mysteriously.
"Fine then. What of Aragorn? Will he reclaim his kingdom?"
"He will marry an Elf, and as for his kingdom, wait and see." Circe replied, with the phrase,
"wait and see," fast becoming a cliché. Just then a knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" both females called at the same time.
"It is Wilhelm, my ladies. the King requests your presence."
"We shall be right out," Éowyn called out. To Circe she said, "Our conversation is not finished."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Circe replied as they walked to the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N) Short, I know, but I'm working on the next chapter, which will hopefully be longer. Review and
tell me if you want Circe to go with Gandalf and them, or stay with Éowyn. I only got one review last
time, saying they wanted Circe to go with Gandalf.
Daydream
/pre