Author's Notes: Not much to really say, only a big thanks to everyone who
reviewed!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! This is probably the last chapter in Facing
It Together. It's been fun.
Who knows, though? Maybe I'll write one more.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!! Tolkien better not roll over in his grave and sue me because I'm going to the movies later!!
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Eowyn walked briskly down the corridors of Helms Deep, her blonde hair streaming out behind her. She had received an embarrassing summons earlier that morning, a page had walked into her room, and found Eowyn lying next to a softly sleeping Legolas, scantily clad to say the least.
Eowyn had leapt up after the page left, and got dressed quickly in working clothes. She had been so careless as to forget about all the wounded and dying innocents who were thronged throughout the fortress.
There had been a hasty kiss goodbye to her Elven lover, then Eowyn ran to the soldiers' medical aid.
She rounded a bend and immediately collided with Aragorn. "Oh my! Excuse me milord," she stuttered.
Aragorn smiled down at her. "Hello, Eowyn. Have you seen Legolas? I haven't seen him since last night."
Eowyn gaped, "Oh. . . er. . . I haven't seen him. . . Maybe you ought to check some of the far corridors?"
Aragorn looked at her skeptically. "Thank you." He began to walk away, then turned back to the shield maiden. "Oh, and Eowyn!"
"Yes, Lord Aragorn?"
"Your uncle wishes to speak to you about something." Aragorn grinned, then walked away.
Eowyn sighed, and ran off to find her uncle.
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He was in his quarters, and a servant was tending to the blow in the shoulder he had received while fighting. Eowyn rushed to his side, skirts and hair flying out behind her.
"Ah, Eowyn!" Theoden said enthusiastically, "Come here, my girl! I want to speak to you about Rohan's future!"
"Yes, uncle," Eowyn said respectively, stepping closer.
"You see, my dear, the battle is over, but the war has just begun. Gandalf has advised me to seek an alliance between Gondor and Rohan, the two great societies of men!"
Eowyn nodded, not sure where this was going. "Of course, milord."
"I think you will be the key to this alliance," Theoden finished, smiling widely.
"How?" Eowyn asked, honored and amazed at the same time.
"I want you to marry someone high placed within Gondor."
There was a silence that covered the entire room as Eowyn's jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. "But uncle! Who would I marry?"
"Well, I originally wished for you to marry Lord Aragorn, since he is the rightful ruler of Gondor. But I have been informed that he is already betrothed. The Steward of Gondor is married, but had two sons. One, Boromir, would have been an ideal match. But he was killed awhile ago. So his brother, Faramir, will become your husband." Theoden grinned nervously. "How does that sound? You will be able to settle down, raise a family. It what's you've always wanted, is it not?"
Eowyn couldn't even speak. "Uncle! How. . .how could you possibly make me do this?!"
"It is my responsibility to arrange your well-being, dear child. But I am also responsible for the well-being of the entire population of Rohan! By doing this, I can arrange your safety, and the safety of Rohan. It's like hitting two Uruks with one arrow!"
Eowyn could have sworn she was foaming at the mouth. "I am not a child! I can arrange my own marriage!"
"To who? Would you marry a peasant? You are far too used to royal life, and far too important to the safety of your people!" Theoden raged.
Eowyn felt tears of anger start to glisten. "You can't control me!"
"Yes I can!" Theoden boomed, "I am your rightful guardian with both your parents dead! And, I am your King! What I say goes! That's final!" He glared at his niece. "Now, get out of my sight, and prepare to meet Lord Faramir! We shall be seeing him within the next weeks!" He waved an impatient hand, "Leave!"
Eowyn stared at him, then ran from the room, tears cascading down her cheeks.
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Eowyn did not bother to find Legolas and tell him the news, she still held some hope that her uncle's mind could be persuaded. Instead, she set to work healing the men wounded in the bloody, if successful, fight against the Uruks.
Eowyn lifted the shirt of one man, and found a mass of blood and gore. It made her sick to she, but she kept her hand covered over her mouth, and set to work. She took a tourniquet from her bag, and wrapped it around the injured man's torso. Before that, however, she dropped a few bits of healing potion onto the wound.
As she said a silent prayer for the man, and was about to move on, when she felt a warm hand rest on her shoulder. "Legolas," she murmured, turning around to face the Mirkwood Prince.
He nodded, "Hello Eowyn."
Eowyn couldn't bear to look at him. "Legolas. . .Can we speak later? There is something I must tell you, but I need to speak with my uncle first."
Legolas took her hands, and led her over to a quiet part of the room. "Eowyn, I needed to tell you this. I am leaving," he said quietly.
"What?!" she asked, alarmed, "Why?!"
"Mithrandir and Estel have decided to ride to Sarumon's fortress of Isenguard. It is my duty to go with my companions, no matter how hard my heart tells me to stay here," Legolas said solemnly, "I came to say goodbye, for I fear that our paths are no longer twined together."
"Legolas," Eowyn murmured, "My path shall forever be entwined with yours." She reached up and stroked his smooth face.
Legolas caught her hand, and kissed it softly. "What did you have to say to me, milady?"
"Oh," Eowyn said, "I was going to tell you that my. . .uncle. . . has had me betrothed to Faramir of Gondor. I am to marry him soon."
Now it was Legolas' turn to be alarmed. "What?!"
"I have no say in this, milord, for I would have the whole thing cancelled if I could. But my king wishes it, so, it must be done." Eowyn knew that the words were not true, but it eased her pain of parting with Legolas, one way or another.
"Then it is fate that calls me from you, for I know that I still have a large part to play, milady. We are doing what the powers above us wish." Legolas gazed at her fair face. "I will leave you now, Lady Eowyn, and I shall pray that your path is one not full of bumps."
Tears streamed from Eowyn's gray eyes. "Legolas. . ." she said quietly, stroking his cheek, "I shall never forget you, milord. I shall only hope that you will never forget me."
"Nay, Lady of Rohan, I will not forget. The memory of your sweet flesh shall be imprisoned within my mind till the end of the days that I live," Legolas said firmly. He withdrew from her grasp, and made to turn away.
Eowyn's grab on his hand however, stopped him, Namaarie, Legolas, she said.
There was a sad light in his blue eyes, as he said, Namaarie, Eowyn of Rohan. Then, the Mirkwood elf walked out of the life of the Lady of Rohan for all eternity.
Eowyn watched his retreating back, then looked down at the floor. To her surprise she saw an arrow there, made of Lorien wood, and a message. She gathered her skirts, and bent down to pick it up.
She unfolded the note, and read it.
Dearest Eowyn, it read.
The time has come for our ways to part, nin mellon. The only regret that I shall carry with me is the fact that I could not spend more time in your company. I shall hold in my head the memories of out sweet time together for all eternity.
Here is an arrow, the finest in my quiver, and the last of the arrows that Galadriel of Lorien gave me. Keep it with you for all time, as a memory of how you pierced my heart in the best of ways.
Namaarie, A'maelamin,
Legolas Greenleaf, Elven Prince of Mirkwood.
Eowyn clutch the arrow to her chest, and wiped away the one tear that fell from her cold eyes. "Namaarie, Legolas. Until we meet again."
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That's it folks. The end. Sad, huh? Well, cheer up, there will be an epilogue!
*does the Frodo!* The epilogue will be up today, as well, and then, it is Namaarie to Facing It Together.
Please review, and don't hate me for how I ended this.
~*~*~Coco~*~*~
Who knows, though? Maybe I'll write one more.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!! Tolkien better not roll over in his grave and sue me because I'm going to the movies later!!
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Eowyn walked briskly down the corridors of Helms Deep, her blonde hair streaming out behind her. She had received an embarrassing summons earlier that morning, a page had walked into her room, and found Eowyn lying next to a softly sleeping Legolas, scantily clad to say the least.
Eowyn had leapt up after the page left, and got dressed quickly in working clothes. She had been so careless as to forget about all the wounded and dying innocents who were thronged throughout the fortress.
There had been a hasty kiss goodbye to her Elven lover, then Eowyn ran to the soldiers' medical aid.
She rounded a bend and immediately collided with Aragorn. "Oh my! Excuse me milord," she stuttered.
Aragorn smiled down at her. "Hello, Eowyn. Have you seen Legolas? I haven't seen him since last night."
Eowyn gaped, "Oh. . . er. . . I haven't seen him. . . Maybe you ought to check some of the far corridors?"
Aragorn looked at her skeptically. "Thank you." He began to walk away, then turned back to the shield maiden. "Oh, and Eowyn!"
"Yes, Lord Aragorn?"
"Your uncle wishes to speak to you about something." Aragorn grinned, then walked away.
Eowyn sighed, and ran off to find her uncle.
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He was in his quarters, and a servant was tending to the blow in the shoulder he had received while fighting. Eowyn rushed to his side, skirts and hair flying out behind her.
"Ah, Eowyn!" Theoden said enthusiastically, "Come here, my girl! I want to speak to you about Rohan's future!"
"Yes, uncle," Eowyn said respectively, stepping closer.
"You see, my dear, the battle is over, but the war has just begun. Gandalf has advised me to seek an alliance between Gondor and Rohan, the two great societies of men!"
Eowyn nodded, not sure where this was going. "Of course, milord."
"I think you will be the key to this alliance," Theoden finished, smiling widely.
"How?" Eowyn asked, honored and amazed at the same time.
"I want you to marry someone high placed within Gondor."
There was a silence that covered the entire room as Eowyn's jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. "But uncle! Who would I marry?"
"Well, I originally wished for you to marry Lord Aragorn, since he is the rightful ruler of Gondor. But I have been informed that he is already betrothed. The Steward of Gondor is married, but had two sons. One, Boromir, would have been an ideal match. But he was killed awhile ago. So his brother, Faramir, will become your husband." Theoden grinned nervously. "How does that sound? You will be able to settle down, raise a family. It what's you've always wanted, is it not?"
Eowyn couldn't even speak. "Uncle! How. . .how could you possibly make me do this?!"
"It is my responsibility to arrange your well-being, dear child. But I am also responsible for the well-being of the entire population of Rohan! By doing this, I can arrange your safety, and the safety of Rohan. It's like hitting two Uruks with one arrow!"
Eowyn could have sworn she was foaming at the mouth. "I am not a child! I can arrange my own marriage!"
"To who? Would you marry a peasant? You are far too used to royal life, and far too important to the safety of your people!" Theoden raged.
Eowyn felt tears of anger start to glisten. "You can't control me!"
"Yes I can!" Theoden boomed, "I am your rightful guardian with both your parents dead! And, I am your King! What I say goes! That's final!" He glared at his niece. "Now, get out of my sight, and prepare to meet Lord Faramir! We shall be seeing him within the next weeks!" He waved an impatient hand, "Leave!"
Eowyn stared at him, then ran from the room, tears cascading down her cheeks.
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Eowyn did not bother to find Legolas and tell him the news, she still held some hope that her uncle's mind could be persuaded. Instead, she set to work healing the men wounded in the bloody, if successful, fight against the Uruks.
Eowyn lifted the shirt of one man, and found a mass of blood and gore. It made her sick to she, but she kept her hand covered over her mouth, and set to work. She took a tourniquet from her bag, and wrapped it around the injured man's torso. Before that, however, she dropped a few bits of healing potion onto the wound.
As she said a silent prayer for the man, and was about to move on, when she felt a warm hand rest on her shoulder. "Legolas," she murmured, turning around to face the Mirkwood Prince.
He nodded, "Hello Eowyn."
Eowyn couldn't bear to look at him. "Legolas. . .Can we speak later? There is something I must tell you, but I need to speak with my uncle first."
Legolas took her hands, and led her over to a quiet part of the room. "Eowyn, I needed to tell you this. I am leaving," he said quietly.
"What?!" she asked, alarmed, "Why?!"
"Mithrandir and Estel have decided to ride to Sarumon's fortress of Isenguard. It is my duty to go with my companions, no matter how hard my heart tells me to stay here," Legolas said solemnly, "I came to say goodbye, for I fear that our paths are no longer twined together."
"Legolas," Eowyn murmured, "My path shall forever be entwined with yours." She reached up and stroked his smooth face.
Legolas caught her hand, and kissed it softly. "What did you have to say to me, milady?"
"Oh," Eowyn said, "I was going to tell you that my. . .uncle. . . has had me betrothed to Faramir of Gondor. I am to marry him soon."
Now it was Legolas' turn to be alarmed. "What?!"
"I have no say in this, milord, for I would have the whole thing cancelled if I could. But my king wishes it, so, it must be done." Eowyn knew that the words were not true, but it eased her pain of parting with Legolas, one way or another.
"Then it is fate that calls me from you, for I know that I still have a large part to play, milady. We are doing what the powers above us wish." Legolas gazed at her fair face. "I will leave you now, Lady Eowyn, and I shall pray that your path is one not full of bumps."
Tears streamed from Eowyn's gray eyes. "Legolas. . ." she said quietly, stroking his cheek, "I shall never forget you, milord. I shall only hope that you will never forget me."
"Nay, Lady of Rohan, I will not forget. The memory of your sweet flesh shall be imprisoned within my mind till the end of the days that I live," Legolas said firmly. He withdrew from her grasp, and made to turn away.
Eowyn's grab on his hand however, stopped him, Namaarie, Legolas, she said.
There was a sad light in his blue eyes, as he said, Namaarie, Eowyn of Rohan. Then, the Mirkwood elf walked out of the life of the Lady of Rohan for all eternity.
Eowyn watched his retreating back, then looked down at the floor. To her surprise she saw an arrow there, made of Lorien wood, and a message. She gathered her skirts, and bent down to pick it up.
She unfolded the note, and read it.
Dearest Eowyn, it read.
The time has come for our ways to part, nin mellon. The only regret that I shall carry with me is the fact that I could not spend more time in your company. I shall hold in my head the memories of out sweet time together for all eternity.
Here is an arrow, the finest in my quiver, and the last of the arrows that Galadriel of Lorien gave me. Keep it with you for all time, as a memory of how you pierced my heart in the best of ways.
Namaarie, A'maelamin,
Legolas Greenleaf, Elven Prince of Mirkwood.
Eowyn clutch the arrow to her chest, and wiped away the one tear that fell from her cold eyes. "Namaarie, Legolas. Until we meet again."
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That's it folks. The end. Sad, huh? Well, cheer up, there will be an epilogue!
*does the Frodo!* The epilogue will be up today, as well, and then, it is Namaarie to Facing It Together.
Please review, and don't hate me for how I ended this.
~*~*~Coco~*~*~