Chapter 2: Notes
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: You know already, I own none of these characters or things in this fanfic, and I do not claim to.
Sunrise awakened her, and she found herself alone leaning against the side of the windowsill. She wondered if the night before had really happened, and the only evidence that it had was that his cloak was still around her shoulders.
But yes, he was gone, and she probably wouldn't see him again for a while at least. She didn't know whether that would be good or bad, But then again, she also didn't know what was going through her head last night when she kissed him. She wanted to be comforted, and she was sad, but did she really have to kiss him?
So all was quiet on this beautiful Edoras morning. All except Eowyn's head where thoughts kept bouncing around faster than lightening. Broken fragments of words and thoughts traveled around rather than whole ones. She stood up and pulled his cloak closer around her, shielding her from the cold
And maybe that's all it was that kiss, to shield her from being sad, from being disheartened. But there was something in his eyes at the end of it that she saw for a flash of an instant, almost a mixture of joy, and disbelief, and some emotion that no one can describe, but it's too good for words.
She began walking toward her room, as if it wasn't unusual to be walking through the halls of Meduseld with an elven cloak and messed up hair. She began to walk further into the shadows as the sun came up, to shield herself from the people that every so often she'd hear walking in the halls, far away. She finally deemed it warm enough to take off the cloak and did so.
Oh, wouldn't it be just my luck, she thought, seeing Aragorn walking toward her, that the first person I see this morning is him.
"Eowyn? What are you doing up?" he asked.
"Walking," she said in an obvious voice.
"Ok. Have you seen Legolas?" he asked.
"No, but I was looking for him too, though."
"Really? Why?"
"He lent me his cloak last night, because I was cold, and I need to return it to him."
"Oh. Well, if you're going my way, I'll walk with you."
She shrugged. Right now she wanted to be alone, think about her feelings, and Legolas and-
What am I thinking? She mentally slapped herself. The guy I've been in love with since I've first laid eyes on him wants me to walk with him, and I want to run off to my room and think about Legolas?
"Sure," she said, and silently they walked on together. They didn't touch, look at each other, or even talk for a while, until finally he quietly said,
"I saw you two last night."
Everything stopped around Eowyn. Her feet, her eyes, her hearing, her breathing, and her heart, Even the air around her seemed to be more still than usual.
"Oh?" she said in a voice that was both very high pitched, and very weird.
"Yes, and I want you to know I'm happy for you."
"Excuse me?"
"You found someone that you can take comfort in. Someone who really cares about you. Eru knows you needed that."
She was speechless for a second but eventually managed a tiny, "Thanks" before they found Legolas standing on a balcony near the top of the building
"Legolas!" she called
He looked down. "Yes?"
"I have your cloak," she said and the exact time Aragorn said, "Come, we have plans to make." AT the exact time Legolas said, "Did you sleep well, Eowyn?"
All three gave confused looks as Legolas took the cloak and said, "Thanks, I'm coming." At the same time Eowyn said, "Yes, I did." AT the same time Aragorn said, "We're leaving tomorrow."
Once again, more confused looks.
"I'm coming," Legolas said.
Aragorn turned away, and Legolas walked after him, and as he passed by Eowyn, he pressed a note into her hand.
He'd walked away before she had looked at it, it was written in the Common Tongue, and she was grateful, because she never really had mastered Elvish.
It didn't say much either, just a quick note:
Eowyn: Meet me where we were last night. Twilight. Legolas
That's all, nothing fancy, nothing lovey, and she was glad, she was still deciding her feelings.
Everyone around her noticed though, that every once in awhile she'd look at a small piece of paper in her hand and smile very faintly to herself.
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: You know already, I own none of these characters or things in this fanfic, and I do not claim to.
Sunrise awakened her, and she found herself alone leaning against the side of the windowsill. She wondered if the night before had really happened, and the only evidence that it had was that his cloak was still around her shoulders.
But yes, he was gone, and she probably wouldn't see him again for a while at least. She didn't know whether that would be good or bad, But then again, she also didn't know what was going through her head last night when she kissed him. She wanted to be comforted, and she was sad, but did she really have to kiss him?
So all was quiet on this beautiful Edoras morning. All except Eowyn's head where thoughts kept bouncing around faster than lightening. Broken fragments of words and thoughts traveled around rather than whole ones. She stood up and pulled his cloak closer around her, shielding her from the cold
And maybe that's all it was that kiss, to shield her from being sad, from being disheartened. But there was something in his eyes at the end of it that she saw for a flash of an instant, almost a mixture of joy, and disbelief, and some emotion that no one can describe, but it's too good for words.
She began walking toward her room, as if it wasn't unusual to be walking through the halls of Meduseld with an elven cloak and messed up hair. She began to walk further into the shadows as the sun came up, to shield herself from the people that every so often she'd hear walking in the halls, far away. She finally deemed it warm enough to take off the cloak and did so.
Oh, wouldn't it be just my luck, she thought, seeing Aragorn walking toward her, that the first person I see this morning is him.
"Eowyn? What are you doing up?" he asked.
"Walking," she said in an obvious voice.
"Ok. Have you seen Legolas?" he asked.
"No, but I was looking for him too, though."
"Really? Why?"
"He lent me his cloak last night, because I was cold, and I need to return it to him."
"Oh. Well, if you're going my way, I'll walk with you."
She shrugged. Right now she wanted to be alone, think about her feelings, and Legolas and-
What am I thinking? She mentally slapped herself. The guy I've been in love with since I've first laid eyes on him wants me to walk with him, and I want to run off to my room and think about Legolas?
"Sure," she said, and silently they walked on together. They didn't touch, look at each other, or even talk for a while, until finally he quietly said,
"I saw you two last night."
Everything stopped around Eowyn. Her feet, her eyes, her hearing, her breathing, and her heart, Even the air around her seemed to be more still than usual.
"Oh?" she said in a voice that was both very high pitched, and very weird.
"Yes, and I want you to know I'm happy for you."
"Excuse me?"
"You found someone that you can take comfort in. Someone who really cares about you. Eru knows you needed that."
She was speechless for a second but eventually managed a tiny, "Thanks" before they found Legolas standing on a balcony near the top of the building
"Legolas!" she called
He looked down. "Yes?"
"I have your cloak," she said and the exact time Aragorn said, "Come, we have plans to make." AT the exact time Legolas said, "Did you sleep well, Eowyn?"
All three gave confused looks as Legolas took the cloak and said, "Thanks, I'm coming." At the same time Eowyn said, "Yes, I did." AT the same time Aragorn said, "We're leaving tomorrow."
Once again, more confused looks.
"I'm coming," Legolas said.
Aragorn turned away, and Legolas walked after him, and as he passed by Eowyn, he pressed a note into her hand.
He'd walked away before she had looked at it, it was written in the Common Tongue, and she was grateful, because she never really had mastered Elvish.
It didn't say much either, just a quick note:
Eowyn: Meet me where we were last night. Twilight. Legolas
That's all, nothing fancy, nothing lovey, and she was glad, she was still deciding her feelings.
Everyone around her noticed though, that every once in awhile she'd look at a small piece of paper in her hand and smile very faintly to herself.