-A/N: Sorry this has taken so long you guys. Hope the chapter was worth it,
and Chap 10 should be coming very soon. Read and review if you like.
Chapter 9- Questions
These last few days have been hard on me. I don't live in Gondor, so I lack any business to take care of, or a position of power so I have no duties. I know only a few here in Gondor, and they are busy going about there own lives. So I spend my days wandering the Houses, waiting to heal.
Yet I don't feel the sense of health returning to my body. I am a shieldmaiden, and strength should return to my body quickly, but instead I feel myself returning to my old state of being. My worries are over, the Ring has been destroyed, the War won, and here I am. The whole land rejoices, and I am failing.
"Eowyn?" I was more wrapped up in my reveries then I thought, for I didn't hear Faramir approaching.
"Faramir," I say, quickly turning to see him. "How are you? I haven't heard from you in a few days." I sheepishly tried to adjust my dress so that I looked somewhat put together, hoping he didn't notice.
"I'm fine, Eowyn. The stewardship has run me ragged the last few days, and I'm a little tired, but other that I'm fine."
While he talked I took a chance to better look at him, and I could easily tell that things were worse than he was admitting. He did look tired, that was true, but there was something more. He looked withdrawn, like his mind was elsewhere. A growth on his chin proved that he hadn't shaved in at least five days, and he walked as if he carried a huge weight on his shoulders. And as I walked closer to him, I also noticed something different about his eyes. There used to be a light in them that told what he was really feeling inside. Now the light had almost faded away.
Something was wrong with Faramir, but while I was trying to figure out what, I noticed he was trying to do the same thing to me. He was looking at me as if for the first time, and I didn't like the way it felt.
We sat down on the bench, and sat uncomfortably in silence for what seemed like an hour.
"Eowyn, I received word today that you haven't been feeling well these last few days. What has caused your sudden relapse,," Faramir asked while he absent mindedly picked the petals off a lilac flower.
"I am unsure myself. I just haven't felt that well since the ring was destroyed. I have felt listless, walking around the Halls endlessly. I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no one to talk to. That is, since you got leave anyways."
After I said those words, I realized something. When Faramir was here with me, life had been bearable, even enjoyable. When I was with him, I was able to free myself from the boredom and worries that consumed my life. Even talking about his problems didn't remind me of my own, I simply became concerned with his problems and tried to help him through them. The only times I have been happy in Gondor have been when I'm with him. Faramir is the only friend I have here.
I could tell something was bothering him, and I needed to know what.
"Faramir, what is troubling you?"
Chapter 9- Questions
These last few days have been hard on me. I don't live in Gondor, so I lack any business to take care of, or a position of power so I have no duties. I know only a few here in Gondor, and they are busy going about there own lives. So I spend my days wandering the Houses, waiting to heal.
Yet I don't feel the sense of health returning to my body. I am a shieldmaiden, and strength should return to my body quickly, but instead I feel myself returning to my old state of being. My worries are over, the Ring has been destroyed, the War won, and here I am. The whole land rejoices, and I am failing.
"Eowyn?" I was more wrapped up in my reveries then I thought, for I didn't hear Faramir approaching.
"Faramir," I say, quickly turning to see him. "How are you? I haven't heard from you in a few days." I sheepishly tried to adjust my dress so that I looked somewhat put together, hoping he didn't notice.
"I'm fine, Eowyn. The stewardship has run me ragged the last few days, and I'm a little tired, but other that I'm fine."
While he talked I took a chance to better look at him, and I could easily tell that things were worse than he was admitting. He did look tired, that was true, but there was something more. He looked withdrawn, like his mind was elsewhere. A growth on his chin proved that he hadn't shaved in at least five days, and he walked as if he carried a huge weight on his shoulders. And as I walked closer to him, I also noticed something different about his eyes. There used to be a light in them that told what he was really feeling inside. Now the light had almost faded away.
Something was wrong with Faramir, but while I was trying to figure out what, I noticed he was trying to do the same thing to me. He was looking at me as if for the first time, and I didn't like the way it felt.
We sat down on the bench, and sat uncomfortably in silence for what seemed like an hour.
"Eowyn, I received word today that you haven't been feeling well these last few days. What has caused your sudden relapse,," Faramir asked while he absent mindedly picked the petals off a lilac flower.
"I am unsure myself. I just haven't felt that well since the ring was destroyed. I have felt listless, walking around the Halls endlessly. I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no one to talk to. That is, since you got leave anyways."
After I said those words, I realized something. When Faramir was here with me, life had been bearable, even enjoyable. When I was with him, I was able to free myself from the boredom and worries that consumed my life. Even talking about his problems didn't remind me of my own, I simply became concerned with his problems and tried to help him through them. The only times I have been happy in Gondor have been when I'm with him. Faramir is the only friend I have here.
I could tell something was bothering him, and I needed to know what.
"Faramir, what is troubling you?"