Chapter 3 The Gardens (Eowyn)
It was early in the morning when I finally the reached the gardens. After following the already familiar path of endless hallways, I emerged into the sun. The garden had been my solace for the last several days. I spend all of my time here and in my room. That place can get stuffy after a while, here I feel free, not confined.
When you look at the garden it's easy to see why anyone would feel free here. In a city where stone and great size dominated, it was an escape. Green was everywhere, and every once in a while there would be a flower. There was an ornate stone bench beneath an elaborate and beautiful tree in the corner that overlooked a small pond. When you sat on the bench you could look up and feel as if the tree were only a few feet away from you.
It was at this bench that I spent most of my time. For some reason it brought some peace to my frustrated sense of self. The tree was ages old, and by just looking at its gnarled and twisted trunk you would realize that it had been through many times. While looking down at still water my thoughts drifted to happier times of my childhood, when I would play with my brother and cousin in the fields of Rohan.
My flights of fancy must have gone on for longer than I expected because as I looked into the water I noticed someone else's reflection besides my own.
"Lord Faramir, forgive me. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realize you had arrived", I explained as I brushed off my dress.
"There's no need to apologize Lady Eowyn," he said, eyes filled with sympathy. "Everyone's mind is straying from reality at this point in time."
With a weak smile I turned and once again looked at the water. I couldn't look at him when he was like this. We had been a solace to each other the last few days, but sometimes I felt his pity too much. Daily we met in the Garden, discussing our losses. I listened to him discuss his brother and father, and he would entertain my thoughts on my uncle. Sometimes I would hint at the problem with Aragorn, but he was compassionate enough to never press the subject.
There was actually a sort of understanding between us. If we needed to talk about serious subjects we would. If just sat in silence, then it was okay. No matter was ever pushed, and we just kind of glided along in life.
"How are you finding your new room arrangements," Faramir quietly asked?
"Quite well thank you." Never in my life had I spoken so formally to a person but our's was an odd relationship. I was thankful to him though for changing my room. I was now able to look East and see where the rangers had left to battle Moria. "That's a nice dress you have on today Lady," Faramir commented after a lull in the conversation.
"Thank You, Milord. I was quite surprised I actually made it out of the Houses today with it on," I said, smiling as I remembered. "I hate to wear it because it's such a pain to put on and move around in."
"Then why did you decide to wear it today if it was such a pain?"
"I don't rightly know Lord. I guess I just wanted to look beautiful."
It was early in the morning when I finally the reached the gardens. After following the already familiar path of endless hallways, I emerged into the sun. The garden had been my solace for the last several days. I spend all of my time here and in my room. That place can get stuffy after a while, here I feel free, not confined.
When you look at the garden it's easy to see why anyone would feel free here. In a city where stone and great size dominated, it was an escape. Green was everywhere, and every once in a while there would be a flower. There was an ornate stone bench beneath an elaborate and beautiful tree in the corner that overlooked a small pond. When you sat on the bench you could look up and feel as if the tree were only a few feet away from you.
It was at this bench that I spent most of my time. For some reason it brought some peace to my frustrated sense of self. The tree was ages old, and by just looking at its gnarled and twisted trunk you would realize that it had been through many times. While looking down at still water my thoughts drifted to happier times of my childhood, when I would play with my brother and cousin in the fields of Rohan.
My flights of fancy must have gone on for longer than I expected because as I looked into the water I noticed someone else's reflection besides my own.
"Lord Faramir, forgive me. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realize you had arrived", I explained as I brushed off my dress.
"There's no need to apologize Lady Eowyn," he said, eyes filled with sympathy. "Everyone's mind is straying from reality at this point in time."
With a weak smile I turned and once again looked at the water. I couldn't look at him when he was like this. We had been a solace to each other the last few days, but sometimes I felt his pity too much. Daily we met in the Garden, discussing our losses. I listened to him discuss his brother and father, and he would entertain my thoughts on my uncle. Sometimes I would hint at the problem with Aragorn, but he was compassionate enough to never press the subject.
There was actually a sort of understanding between us. If we needed to talk about serious subjects we would. If just sat in silence, then it was okay. No matter was ever pushed, and we just kind of glided along in life.
"How are you finding your new room arrangements," Faramir quietly asked?
"Quite well thank you." Never in my life had I spoken so formally to a person but our's was an odd relationship. I was thankful to him though for changing my room. I was now able to look East and see where the rangers had left to battle Moria. "That's a nice dress you have on today Lady," Faramir commented after a lull in the conversation.
"Thank You, Milord. I was quite surprised I actually made it out of the Houses today with it on," I said, smiling as I remembered. "I hate to wear it because it's such a pain to put on and move around in."
"Then why did you decide to wear it today if it was such a pain?"
"I don't rightly know Lord. I guess I just wanted to look beautiful."