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Rating: PG-13
Plot: Eowyn from ages 10 and up basically the story of her life. She seems to have the worst trouble just getting by in the world. This is about how she finds her freedom.
Ok, the author is going to stop babbling now so the bored stiff (but still lovely readers) will actually read the story and hopefully review and want more.
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The Story Begins.
The young girl ran through the streets of Edoras, the tears running down her face, mingling with her golden locks. The tears on this girl came often, so the people she passed paid them no heed.
The cobbled streets were hard on her bare feet, torn with the cuts from many rough stones. The simple white dress she wore was ripped to shreds, and covered in what looked like blood.
The blood was also in her matted hair, and dried in rivulets down her face, quite noticeable to the eye, yet still no one wondered. No one cared.
No one had cared for a long time, so used to it that they were, and they knew they could do nothing about it. The girl would not except help, she called herself a survivor. Others just called her a loaner.
It had not always been this way, after her mother had died of an ailing after Orcs had slain her father, the girl had been surrounded by only men, and had been forced to change her whole lifestyle. Luckily she had managed just fine, but as she got older, the world just seemed to get tougher, so it left her hanging on to the shreds.
The girl slowed down to a steady walk, looking around confidently and glaring at the small children who dared look at her and snigger.
She reached the outside walls of Edoras and sneaked into the shadows before the guards could see her. The girl knew, thanks to a conversation she had heard, between her cousin and uncle at dinner the previous day, that Orc activity on the plains had increased. This particular girl was not stupid, oh no. She knew that no maid nor child was to be allowed out of the city. Yet her heart yearned for adventure, and she needed to clear her head. Somehow she would get out. She had to before he could find her.
Huddled in a corner, barely daring to breathe, she watched the guards closely, hoping to be able to find a break in the pattern so she could slip through. Though only ten years of age she could quite easily slip past, using her height as an attribute.
Unfortunately today, her luck was not going to hold out.
"Just what do you think your doing young lady?" A snake-like voice hissed in her ear. Her plan destroyed, slowly and timidly she turned round. A snake-like face met her own, a squashed nose, slitted and grotesque, pressed against hers. Rotten breath reached her nose- Eowyn grimaced, it smelled of rotten eggs. Only one person it could be- Grima Wormtounge, the kings adviser and the worst person to have caught her.
Eowyn backed away in fear, only to catch herself a second later. To show weakness to this man in particular was a very bad idea. You had to look after yourself in the world she was living in, especially when the man you fear the most, the man that even your older brother can not save you from, lives right at your door.
She let out an involuntary wail as he grabbed her by the hair; and dragged her with tears leaking out of her eyes, with a smug smile of triumph on his face back to the golden hall.
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Wormtounge slammed Eowyn against the wall with the force of an angry bull. His deep soulless eyes caught her in their grasp and made her squirm.
"You would do well not to defy the king my sweet princess." He spat at her, moving his head into the light. It was only then that Eowyn noticed the deep gash on his temple, a mark caused by an encounter with her knife an hour before.
She smiled inwardly to herself with satisfaction, he had gained it while trying to get her to go to the kings chamber. Only Eowyn did not trust what he might do to her and had refused to comply; in the resulting tussle he had gained the cut. Trying to escape him before he could gain his senses, she had tumbled down some rocks with knife like points- that was how her dress was torn and bloodstained.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she noticed with dread that he had a look of gleeful anticipation showing on his features. Seeing her gaze on him, he started again. "Does the little madam think she is too good for the kings orders? Does she believe herself to be too good to have to bow down too those above her?" Wormtounge tormented her, trying to provoke her: It was working.
"Maybe it is not me who does not follow his orders, but his advisor himself!" Eowyn rose up to his bait, her pride and anger at being treated so winning over her common sense.
Wormtounge looked pleased, in truth he had not expected it to work so easily. Yet here she was, a proud chin stuck out from her body, but falling back into place as the realisation of what she had just said crashed down on her.
Eowyn knew the risks about playing Worntoung's game, yet it was too late to back down now; he would see it as a sign of weakness and that would not bode well for her. You walked a risky path if you competed in a battle of words with the kings advisor, and he would often bend the rules too his liking.
"So, the madam deigns to speak to us mere mortals who she thinks inferior. Tell me then, oh wise one, what would your king say if he heard you speaking in such a way? Would you wish me too tell him for you?" His scorning laugh mocked and tour at her, breaking down her defences.
Close to tears, she shook her head adamantly.
"Good" He snarled. "Let us not keep him waiting then."
And dragging her by the hair again, ignoring the whimper she gave, he manhandled her towards the throne room.
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A few notes here-
1. I really really really NEED a beta like NOW! Other wise this story will be so bad that you will feel like killing yourself. Please email me if you're interested. I'm not going to update unless I get a beta.
2. I know it's not exactly smooth flowing, but that's what I need a beta for (hint, hint, pretty please with chocolate on top!)
3. REVIEW! (You know you want to, yes you do, come on. Oh just do it!)
Rating: PG-13
Plot: Eowyn from ages 10 and up basically the story of her life. She seems to have the worst trouble just getting by in the world. This is about how she finds her freedom.
Ok, the author is going to stop babbling now so the bored stiff (but still lovely readers) will actually read the story and hopefully review and want more.
**************************************************************************** *******
The Story Begins.
The young girl ran through the streets of Edoras, the tears running down her face, mingling with her golden locks. The tears on this girl came often, so the people she passed paid them no heed.
The cobbled streets were hard on her bare feet, torn with the cuts from many rough stones. The simple white dress she wore was ripped to shreds, and covered in what looked like blood.
The blood was also in her matted hair, and dried in rivulets down her face, quite noticeable to the eye, yet still no one wondered. No one cared.
No one had cared for a long time, so used to it that they were, and they knew they could do nothing about it. The girl would not except help, she called herself a survivor. Others just called her a loaner.
It had not always been this way, after her mother had died of an ailing after Orcs had slain her father, the girl had been surrounded by only men, and had been forced to change her whole lifestyle. Luckily she had managed just fine, but as she got older, the world just seemed to get tougher, so it left her hanging on to the shreds.
The girl slowed down to a steady walk, looking around confidently and glaring at the small children who dared look at her and snigger.
She reached the outside walls of Edoras and sneaked into the shadows before the guards could see her. The girl knew, thanks to a conversation she had heard, between her cousin and uncle at dinner the previous day, that Orc activity on the plains had increased. This particular girl was not stupid, oh no. She knew that no maid nor child was to be allowed out of the city. Yet her heart yearned for adventure, and she needed to clear her head. Somehow she would get out. She had to before he could find her.
Huddled in a corner, barely daring to breathe, she watched the guards closely, hoping to be able to find a break in the pattern so she could slip through. Though only ten years of age she could quite easily slip past, using her height as an attribute.
Unfortunately today, her luck was not going to hold out.
"Just what do you think your doing young lady?" A snake-like voice hissed in her ear. Her plan destroyed, slowly and timidly she turned round. A snake-like face met her own, a squashed nose, slitted and grotesque, pressed against hers. Rotten breath reached her nose- Eowyn grimaced, it smelled of rotten eggs. Only one person it could be- Grima Wormtounge, the kings adviser and the worst person to have caught her.
Eowyn backed away in fear, only to catch herself a second later. To show weakness to this man in particular was a very bad idea. You had to look after yourself in the world she was living in, especially when the man you fear the most, the man that even your older brother can not save you from, lives right at your door.
She let out an involuntary wail as he grabbed her by the hair; and dragged her with tears leaking out of her eyes, with a smug smile of triumph on his face back to the golden hall.
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Wormtounge slammed Eowyn against the wall with the force of an angry bull. His deep soulless eyes caught her in their grasp and made her squirm.
"You would do well not to defy the king my sweet princess." He spat at her, moving his head into the light. It was only then that Eowyn noticed the deep gash on his temple, a mark caused by an encounter with her knife an hour before.
She smiled inwardly to herself with satisfaction, he had gained it while trying to get her to go to the kings chamber. Only Eowyn did not trust what he might do to her and had refused to comply; in the resulting tussle he had gained the cut. Trying to escape him before he could gain his senses, she had tumbled down some rocks with knife like points- that was how her dress was torn and bloodstained.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, she noticed with dread that he had a look of gleeful anticipation showing on his features. Seeing her gaze on him, he started again. "Does the little madam think she is too good for the kings orders? Does she believe herself to be too good to have to bow down too those above her?" Wormtounge tormented her, trying to provoke her: It was working.
"Maybe it is not me who does not follow his orders, but his advisor himself!" Eowyn rose up to his bait, her pride and anger at being treated so winning over her common sense.
Wormtounge looked pleased, in truth he had not expected it to work so easily. Yet here she was, a proud chin stuck out from her body, but falling back into place as the realisation of what she had just said crashed down on her.
Eowyn knew the risks about playing Worntoung's game, yet it was too late to back down now; he would see it as a sign of weakness and that would not bode well for her. You walked a risky path if you competed in a battle of words with the kings advisor, and he would often bend the rules too his liking.
"So, the madam deigns to speak to us mere mortals who she thinks inferior. Tell me then, oh wise one, what would your king say if he heard you speaking in such a way? Would you wish me too tell him for you?" His scorning laugh mocked and tour at her, breaking down her defences.
Close to tears, she shook her head adamantly.
"Good" He snarled. "Let us not keep him waiting then."
And dragging her by the hair again, ignoring the whimper she gave, he manhandled her towards the throne room.
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A few notes here-
1. I really really really NEED a beta like NOW! Other wise this story will be so bad that you will feel like killing yourself. Please email me if you're interested. I'm not going to update unless I get a beta.
2. I know it's not exactly smooth flowing, but that's what I need a beta for (hint, hint, pretty please with chocolate on top!)
3. REVIEW! (You know you want to, yes you do, come on. Oh just do it!)