Don't own it! *Sob* wait a sec. nope, still ain't mine!
**************************************************************************** ************************************** His face moulded into that of anger, his rage boiling inside of him; Eomer let out a low growl and forced his way through the market stalls. Knocking down the merchant's wares in his rush to get through, a collapsing table trapping its owners foot-causing a yelp that raised the attention of a fellow. Curses were uttered, threats were mouthed yet still Eomer paid them no heed, his path clear and resolute in his mind.
How dare he.
How dare that slimy little worm contrive this.
I swear on my father's grave that I will do all in my power to stop this.
Lost in his world of revalry, Eomer failed to see his sisters face, her eyes wet with the tears of fear stemming from her brothers reaction - hurrying through the crowd behind him.
A light touch on the shoulder brought Eomer back into the present. And it was with this that he finally saw Eowyn's sorrowful features and his rage instantly forgotten, as his love for her won over.
Despite her silent weeping she stood, resolute like a solider that has faced the same battle many times before, and knew how it was going to end. She shook her head and fresh tears sprang anew from her eyes; baring her soul.
"Eomer." Her compassionate voice sounded so alien to him in the pit of loathing he was trapped in. "This is not the way. Things will only get worse and you know it. Even though, of late, you do not think it."
Slowly, he considered her words and tried; for her sake, to put his anger inside of him.
"I can't seem to do that." Eomer took a deep breath and stated this painfully though his voice still retained a hint of his real feelings.
His sister had a look in her eyes of pity -- which Eomer would not stand for. He hated being considered weak, even though he would take the advice of others when things got out of his control. However, he knew that Wormtongue had not defeated him yet. The pity had to stop.
Before he could voice his opinion, Eowyn glared at him: using a technique that had been working well for her the past five years. Her look of absolute control would have usually seemed foolish on one so young, but Eomer knew his sister's mind. They were alike in that sense. When she had made it up, nothing short of a fight would deter her. Unfortunately for her brother, he would not duel with her for fear of hurting her. There was nothing to do but listen to what she had to say.
At once his sense of honour and loyalty intervened. The young man felt split, divided - he had to swallow to keep conflict inside him and not alert his sister to his weakness. Even then, she must have noticed, despite his best efforts, as her face was showing concern. Eowyn's loyal and trusting eyes came to rest on his and in that moment, Eomer knew that whatever happened, he must protect her at all costs. Even as the years past, at the beginning of all battles; the image of her face, pleading for him to listen and to make things right came to him. He would fight for her -- and she for him -- but neither would see the other slain. So, in that second and for the first time in his life: Eomer understood.
Eomer drew her aside from the crowd, as they were getting more than a few curios looks. He embraced her, trying to soothe her fears away as he worked to defeat his. Gently he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Save your strength, my brave little Shield-maiden, the time for battle has not yet arisen. Come."
Eowyn gave a small smile of triumph but had no time to speak before Eomer swept her away into the bustling crowd.
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Theoden's mind was a daze. He could distantly remember Grima's words about sending Eowyn and Eomer to Gondor, but now was not sure why he had acted upon them. It just makes no sense.
At that, the reasoning that had been swimming round the deeper, darker end of his mind surfaced.
It makes perfect sense. The girl is getting far too foolhardy: running around the place like a wild thing. And Eomer. He is too headstrong and oft have I seen him opposing Grima of late. He needs to learn respect and restraint. I will not have him rebelling when I am in need of strong leaders to head the Riddermarks. My son, great though he is, cannot rule and advise all of my men.
As much as I trust him, I need Eomer to trust me; not the whims of an enemy of court that I see him becoming on the matters of advising.
Gondor will be good for him. It will give him the chance to see other nations and the ways of our allies. As this is Grima's council, mayhap he will see the logic in it and therefore see the logic in my most trusted friend. One of these days, we may wish to seek council from him. Yes, it is for the good of Rohan that I do this.
With this matter settled, Theoden walked slowly onwards - smiling at the bustling crowd that past him as he made his way to his rooms.
The wooden door creaked shut and he let out an involuntary sigh of relief, as the troubles of the day seemed to wash from his mind. There was no trouble, no hurt and Eowyn and Eomer would be just fine in Gondor - and he would be fine away from them. There was no care on the earth that would be able to penetrate his thoughts. Any that did, Grima would take care of it.
"Everything is going to turn out for the best." Theoden mused aloud as with a slight groan from his muscles he slipped between the cool comforting sheets. He winced slightly as his joints popped, they seemed to be getting weaker by the day; a reminder of the old man he was becoming before his time. Theoden still remembered his younger, carefree days as simply the heir to the throne and not yet made to sit upon it. He remembered fields and trees, great fights and triumphs, of courtship, marriage and joy.
Now, he was but a tiered and lonely old fool, whose Kingdom was failing and the strength with it. His wife gone and his son away, Eomer becoming traitorous and Eowyn falling into rebelliousness; there was very little to keep him going. Without the much-needed alliance with Isengaurd and from that the council of Saruman the White, along with the constant commitment by Grima to matters concerning the King, Theoden was very much convinced that though once great and noble - Rohan would become a dead and derelict wasteland.
It is of great relief to my mind that I have advisors plenty, and for the good of the people I shall pay heed to their warnings even if I shy away from acting upon them. They are just thinking for the good of my lands - as must I.
Theoden sighed as he felt the remnants of his worries disappear - the comforting land of dreams beckoning.
By the time the scream ran out through the halls of Edoras, Theoden was fast asleep.
A/N high to my silent readers, it would be great to know your out there!
Also thanks to GreyLadyBast and She who Gives Migraines for pointing out the cannon mistakes, went back and re-wrote them. If you see any more remember to tell me!
**************************************************************************** ************************************** His face moulded into that of anger, his rage boiling inside of him; Eomer let out a low growl and forced his way through the market stalls. Knocking down the merchant's wares in his rush to get through, a collapsing table trapping its owners foot-causing a yelp that raised the attention of a fellow. Curses were uttered, threats were mouthed yet still Eomer paid them no heed, his path clear and resolute in his mind.
How dare he.
How dare that slimy little worm contrive this.
I swear on my father's grave that I will do all in my power to stop this.
Lost in his world of revalry, Eomer failed to see his sisters face, her eyes wet with the tears of fear stemming from her brothers reaction - hurrying through the crowd behind him.
A light touch on the shoulder brought Eomer back into the present. And it was with this that he finally saw Eowyn's sorrowful features and his rage instantly forgotten, as his love for her won over.
Despite her silent weeping she stood, resolute like a solider that has faced the same battle many times before, and knew how it was going to end. She shook her head and fresh tears sprang anew from her eyes; baring her soul.
"Eomer." Her compassionate voice sounded so alien to him in the pit of loathing he was trapped in. "This is not the way. Things will only get worse and you know it. Even though, of late, you do not think it."
Slowly, he considered her words and tried; for her sake, to put his anger inside of him.
"I can't seem to do that." Eomer took a deep breath and stated this painfully though his voice still retained a hint of his real feelings.
His sister had a look in her eyes of pity -- which Eomer would not stand for. He hated being considered weak, even though he would take the advice of others when things got out of his control. However, he knew that Wormtongue had not defeated him yet. The pity had to stop.
Before he could voice his opinion, Eowyn glared at him: using a technique that had been working well for her the past five years. Her look of absolute control would have usually seemed foolish on one so young, but Eomer knew his sister's mind. They were alike in that sense. When she had made it up, nothing short of a fight would deter her. Unfortunately for her brother, he would not duel with her for fear of hurting her. There was nothing to do but listen to what she had to say.
At once his sense of honour and loyalty intervened. The young man felt split, divided - he had to swallow to keep conflict inside him and not alert his sister to his weakness. Even then, she must have noticed, despite his best efforts, as her face was showing concern. Eowyn's loyal and trusting eyes came to rest on his and in that moment, Eomer knew that whatever happened, he must protect her at all costs. Even as the years past, at the beginning of all battles; the image of her face, pleading for him to listen and to make things right came to him. He would fight for her -- and she for him -- but neither would see the other slain. So, in that second and for the first time in his life: Eomer understood.
Eomer drew her aside from the crowd, as they were getting more than a few curios looks. He embraced her, trying to soothe her fears away as he worked to defeat his. Gently he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Save your strength, my brave little Shield-maiden, the time for battle has not yet arisen. Come."
Eowyn gave a small smile of triumph but had no time to speak before Eomer swept her away into the bustling crowd.
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Theoden's mind was a daze. He could distantly remember Grima's words about sending Eowyn and Eomer to Gondor, but now was not sure why he had acted upon them. It just makes no sense.
At that, the reasoning that had been swimming round the deeper, darker end of his mind surfaced.
It makes perfect sense. The girl is getting far too foolhardy: running around the place like a wild thing. And Eomer. He is too headstrong and oft have I seen him opposing Grima of late. He needs to learn respect and restraint. I will not have him rebelling when I am in need of strong leaders to head the Riddermarks. My son, great though he is, cannot rule and advise all of my men.
As much as I trust him, I need Eomer to trust me; not the whims of an enemy of court that I see him becoming on the matters of advising.
Gondor will be good for him. It will give him the chance to see other nations and the ways of our allies. As this is Grima's council, mayhap he will see the logic in it and therefore see the logic in my most trusted friend. One of these days, we may wish to seek council from him. Yes, it is for the good of Rohan that I do this.
With this matter settled, Theoden walked slowly onwards - smiling at the bustling crowd that past him as he made his way to his rooms.
The wooden door creaked shut and he let out an involuntary sigh of relief, as the troubles of the day seemed to wash from his mind. There was no trouble, no hurt and Eowyn and Eomer would be just fine in Gondor - and he would be fine away from them. There was no care on the earth that would be able to penetrate his thoughts. Any that did, Grima would take care of it.
"Everything is going to turn out for the best." Theoden mused aloud as with a slight groan from his muscles he slipped between the cool comforting sheets. He winced slightly as his joints popped, they seemed to be getting weaker by the day; a reminder of the old man he was becoming before his time. Theoden still remembered his younger, carefree days as simply the heir to the throne and not yet made to sit upon it. He remembered fields and trees, great fights and triumphs, of courtship, marriage and joy.
Now, he was but a tiered and lonely old fool, whose Kingdom was failing and the strength with it. His wife gone and his son away, Eomer becoming traitorous and Eowyn falling into rebelliousness; there was very little to keep him going. Without the much-needed alliance with Isengaurd and from that the council of Saruman the White, along with the constant commitment by Grima to matters concerning the King, Theoden was very much convinced that though once great and noble - Rohan would become a dead and derelict wasteland.
It is of great relief to my mind that I have advisors plenty, and for the good of the people I shall pay heed to their warnings even if I shy away from acting upon them. They are just thinking for the good of my lands - as must I.
Theoden sighed as he felt the remnants of his worries disappear - the comforting land of dreams beckoning.
By the time the scream ran out through the halls of Edoras, Theoden was fast asleep.
A/N high to my silent readers, it would be great to know your out there!
Also thanks to GreyLadyBast and She who Gives Migraines for pointing out the cannon mistakes, went back and re-wrote them. If you see any more remember to tell me!