Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Author's Note: Here it is folks, the very last chapter, shortly followed by a final author's note. This is a bit of a songfic to Christina Agueleria's 'The Voice Within' Enjoy!
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Chapter 10- Little Shieldmaiden
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Young girl, don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl, its all right
Your tears will soon be free to fly
~*~
Éowyn laughed lightly as the wind tickled her face. Five months had passed since she had awoken among the corpses. It had had very little lasting impact on her and was now just a distant memory. She was still wild and could easily fight, and win, against any of the village boys. She was also misunderstood. She went to her training and put on a facade as she listened to Cook and Thelma. Even Cook had become slightly more bearable.
If Éowyn had changed, it was merely because she had learned to hide her feelings. She had learned to tame the shieldmaiden and pretend to be meek, if only for a time. There was that and a new feeling- one that she did not like. She was terribly lonely. Of course, she had Éomer and the village boys, as well as Théodred and the soldiers, but still...there was something missing. She felt if she could only put her finger upon it, she would be able to fill the hole. But, she searched and searched and found nothing.
So, when the hurt became too unbearable, she would saddle up Brytta and ride to the edge of Edoras and let the wind whip her. There was always a song on the wind. She would close her eyes and for a moment or two, the hole would be filled.
~*~
When you're safe inside your room, you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever want to bother to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
~*~
"Aragorn," called Arwen. "Aragorn, you are miles away from me. Come back and tell me what you see."
Aragorn smiled and forced himself to focus. "I am here and I see only the woman who holds my heart." He gently kissed her. They parted and Arwen laughed, snuggling up against his chest.
They lay, curled up in the boughs of a mallorn tree, star-gazing. "You know, Aragorn, something very odd happened to me this morning."
"What?" inquired Aragorn, only mildly interested. For some reason he could not tear his eyes off of the red star, Carnil.
"Well, the blacksmith came to me," began Arwen. "He apologized and said Haldir had come on Galadriel's orders and was now delievering the sword to Éowyn."
"What is so odd about that?" frownd Aragorn, trying to care. Lately, for five months at least, he had seemed unable to care about anything.
"Well, I have never ordered a sword," replied Arwen. "And I certainly do not know anyone named Éowyn, do you?"
"Do I what?" Aragorn inquired.
Arwen rolled her eyes. "Know anyone named Éowyn- Éowyn Éadig?"
Aragorn hesitated. "No, I do not think so," he said slowly. For a moment, the name seemed to spark something, but it was quickly extinguished. "No," he said, more certain. "I know no one by that name."
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within.
~*~
Éowyn stared up at the strange rider in awe. He was very tall and fair with golden hair and sparkling eyes. The eyes were slightly slanted and the tips of his ears were pointed. His mount was not a Rohirrim horse, but was a grand white stallion that reminded Éowyn of the legendary Shadowfax. The wind blew at him and they stood staring at each other in silence. Éowyn thought it a good possibility she was dreaming.
"Are you Éowyn Éadig?" inquired the rider.
"I am," nodded Éowyn.
"Ah, excellent," smiled the Rider. "I am Haldir of Lothòrien. I bring you a message and parcel from the Elfstone." He reached behind him and freed a long slim parcel. He handed it to her.
She took it. It was fairly heavy and wrapped in a rich golden cloth. "The message," Haldir reminded her. He handed her a small envelope. "I was instructed to tell you to open them in private."
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Young girl, don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl, just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see a brighter day.
~*~
Éowyn sat down on her bed. Théoden had been so pleased when she was recovered, he had given her her own bedroom. She supposed his heart was in the right place, but sometimes when the lonliness set in, she wished she was back in Éomer's bedroom to hear his steady, unruffled breathing.
She lay the parcel down and cautiously peeled away the cloth. A sword lay, tucked in a leather scabbard. Her eyes widened and a grin split her face. Whomever this Elfstone was, he certainly knew her well. There was something written on the blade, engraved in the steel. She read it aloud. "For our little shieldmaiden."
She frowned. That made no sense. She quickled shrugged it off. Odd writing or no, this sword was hers. There was no other Éowyn Éadig in all of Edoras...possibly all of Rohan. She leapt up and slashed it through the air. She suddenly heard a melodious voice instruct her and she did as it asked. Slash, slash, parry, piviot, thrust. The blade gleamed in the sunlight shining through the open window. Éowyn's heart soared. Eventually though, she put the blade down and opened the letter.
A single piece of paper fell out. On one side was written.
Come with me, close your eyes
Hold my hand, it'll be all right
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Lift your head, it'll be all right
LOOK AT THE RED STAR!
Éowyn mused that over. She only knew one red star, Carnil. She did not like it very much. It always seemed so horribly sad. The verse was nice, though rather meaningless. She turned the paper over.
forgiveness for you memory
~G
That made no sense either. She suspected the verse and instructions had just been written on the back of a scrap of already used parchment.
There was a rap on the door. Éowyn started and grabbed the sword, shoving it under the bed. "Come in!" she called.
Théodred entered the room. "Hello, Éowyn," he greeted. "I have not seen you all day."
"I was outside," Éowyn explained.
"Well, it is a shame you did not come to breakfast," Théodred grinned.
"Why?" prodded Éowyn.
"Because, you would have learned that we are having a visitor today."
"Whom?" inquired Éowyn curiously.
"Oh...Boromir," laughed Théodred. Éowyn squealed in delight.
"Hurry and get ready," urged Théodred. "He and his escort have already entered the city."
"All right," nodded Éowyn. "I will be along in a minute." She ushered Théodred out. She swifty undid her braid and brushed her river of gold until it shone. She deftly redid the braid more neatly. She reached under the bed and retrieved the sword. She buckled it around her waist as she had seen Théodred do countless times. Everyone would be too busy with Boromir's arrival to note it and she would show it to him at the first chance. She was fairly sure he had sent it.
As soon as the sword was secured, she dashed towards the Golden Hall, spirits fully replenished.
~*~
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside, look inside your soul.
~*~
Ella shrugged into the black mantle, listening avidly to Grima's instructions. "When Lord Boromir's party arrives, slip into their midst. One by one, you will go to the King. When your turn has come, begin to bow, then reach into the folds and bring out the dagger and kill him."
Ella frowned. "Surely the others will react," she observed. "What becomes of me?"
"You will be saved if you do your job correctly," Grima assured her.
"And if I do not manage to kill him?" Ella inquired.
Grima grinned. "There is Lord Boromir's now," he noted. "Get you gone."
Grima watched as she melted into the bustling party unseen. Easy come, easy go. If the woman was fool enough to think she could kill a king in full view, she deserved to die. He had little hopes for the sucess of this attempt on Théodren's life. He would not remain to watch Ella die. He had real work to do.
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
~*~
Éowyn sat down in her small throne in front of Théoden's, but down a landing. Beside her, Éomer was reading. Éomer did like Boromir, but he did not have as strong of a relationship as she and Boromir did.
The door swung open and Éowyn almost leapt to her feet. First came Boromir, grinning and waving. Boromir was even more popular with the ladies than Théodred. Even Éowyn could appreciate his maddening good looks. Boromir was followed by ten guards in shining mail, all marching sharply. Last came three ladies and a black-dressed figure. It was impossible to tell what gender the last was as it was so heavily shrouded.
Before Éowyn could rush to Boromir, several royal formalities had to be seen to. A goblet was produced and both Théoden and Boromir drank from it. Then each member of Boromir's household came to bow before Théoden. Éowyn did not watch them as Boromir had begun making faces at her. She laughed softly and made one back. She felt something bump into her. She turned to see the black, stout figure passing her. It had been reaching into the folds of its' cloak and had accidentally elbowed her.
Éowyn gasped. One hand was clutching an evilly glinting dagger. Her hand went to her sword hilt. There was no time to tell Théodred, who was watching with a slightly bored expression. She had to act. She had to act now.
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Life is a journy
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find all you'll need to know
(Be strong)
You'll break it
(Hold on)
You'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you!
~*~
"That's a knife!" hollered Éowyn. With one hand she reached out and grabbed a fistful of cloth, with the other, she drew her sword. As the hood slipped, Éowyn had time to acknowledge it was a female with a vaguely familiar face. Then the assassin was abandoing her knife for her sword and casting aside her cloak.
'Hold the sword with both hands.'
She swung the sword widly and sliced open the female's leg. The woman screamed in pain. "You insolent wench!" growled the would-be killer. "The Valar damn me, but I will teach you respect!"
Éowyn almost froze in shock
COOK
Anger raged within her and she knew that this time, she would not be stopped from finishing off the Cook. There were shouts around her as archers yelled at her to get out of the way, but she ignored them. This one was hers.
'Slash, slash, parry, piviot, thrust.'
Éowyn brought her sword down in two accurate slices, forcing Cook to leap back. But Ella managed to regain the ground and Éowyn parried what would have been a deadly stroke. She pivioted and brought her leg up into Cook's stomach. She thrust her sword forward, but a hand caught hers.
"Easy, Éowyn," soothed Boromir. "Killing is too good for this traitor, though she must die. She will hang in shame, not die proudly in a duel."
Éowyn panted heavily and saw Théodred and Elfhelm were wrestling with Cook. Théoden was assuring several attendants he was perfectly fine, while trying to calm Éomer. Éowyn's sword clattered to the ground and she unwillingly began to cry.
"Shh," soothed Boromir. "You did well, damn well. I did not know Théoden had agreed to let you train." Boromir huged her fiercely. Éowyn did not bother to correct him, she was too frightened.
"NO!" shouted Théodred as Coook broke free. A dagger flashed as she rushed at Éowyn.
"I may hang," she roared. "But I will see you dead first!" Her eyes gleamed. The dagger rose...this was it...
"You will not!" shouted Boromir, revealed as the warlord he was. Faster than Éowyn thought possible, he drew his sword and gutted the Cook. She fell, screaming.
Théoden made his way down to Éowyn. He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. He then stood and faced the Hall. "Sirs and Ladies," he announced. "Today I learned two valuable lessons. One; you are never too old to learn, and two; when a woman says she wishes to use a sword, you had damn well give her one. From this day forth, all women in Rohan who wish to train with sword, or bow, or lance, are to be allowed to do so." He smiled down at Éowyn, whose face was shining. Boromir came forward and lifted her up. Théoden spoke directly to her, quieter so none but she and Boromir could hear. "Even you, my little shieldmaiden."
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
There you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll begin, to trust the voice within.
~*~
Ten years later....
Éowyn, now eighteen, rested her head against Boromir's shoulders and felt his strong arms embrace her as they tumbled into the barley field of a farmer who resided a mile away from Minas Tirith. Their horses stood grazing nearby as their owners became lost in each other, escaping from the world of royalties and politics. Boromir kissed Éowyn deeply and passionately.
"What do you think Father and Théoden are doing as we speak?" Boromir inquired with a coy grin as he came up for air, his reddish-blonde hair hanging in his face.
Éowyn tenderly brushed it behind his ears and laughed softly. "Arranging our marriage, no doubt."
Boromir rolled her over so she was on top of him. "And how do you feel about that?" he asked.
Éowyn slowly came down on to his chest, kising his chin. "I do not rightly know," she admitted. Boromir seemed to accpet that as he kissed her again and again. They rolled over again, leaving Éowyn on the bottom.
As close as they seemed, Éowyn and Boromir were not entirely sure if they were in love. Except for passionate nights like these, their relationship always seemed like friendship taken to the next level, nothing so dire as love.
Éowyn glanced up at Carnil, her favourite star, though it was always sad. She felt something tug at her and she thought she heard a husky male voice whisper "my little shieldmaiden." She shrugged it off as Boromir began to trail kisses down her neck.
For now, she would be Boromir's lover. But in the future, perhaps, she would become his shieldmaiden, or more importantly, his wife.
Perhaps.
Boromir playfully nipped at her neck. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, demanding her full attention in their lovemaking. She smiled and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Tonight she would spend loving Boromir, and hopefully more nights in the future. But when she awoke and left his bed, she would always be a shieldmaiden.
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END
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Author's Note: Here it is folks, the very last chapter, shortly followed by a final author's note. This is a bit of a songfic to Christina Agueleria's 'The Voice Within' Enjoy!
~*~
Chapter 10- Little Shieldmaiden
~*~
Young girl, don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl, its all right
Your tears will soon be free to fly
~*~
Éowyn laughed lightly as the wind tickled her face. Five months had passed since she had awoken among the corpses. It had had very little lasting impact on her and was now just a distant memory. She was still wild and could easily fight, and win, against any of the village boys. She was also misunderstood. She went to her training and put on a facade as she listened to Cook and Thelma. Even Cook had become slightly more bearable.
If Éowyn had changed, it was merely because she had learned to hide her feelings. She had learned to tame the shieldmaiden and pretend to be meek, if only for a time. There was that and a new feeling- one that she did not like. She was terribly lonely. Of course, she had Éomer and the village boys, as well as Théodred and the soldiers, but still...there was something missing. She felt if she could only put her finger upon it, she would be able to fill the hole. But, she searched and searched and found nothing.
So, when the hurt became too unbearable, she would saddle up Brytta and ride to the edge of Edoras and let the wind whip her. There was always a song on the wind. She would close her eyes and for a moment or two, the hole would be filled.
~*~
When you're safe inside your room, you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever want to bother to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
~*~
"Aragorn," called Arwen. "Aragorn, you are miles away from me. Come back and tell me what you see."
Aragorn smiled and forced himself to focus. "I am here and I see only the woman who holds my heart." He gently kissed her. They parted and Arwen laughed, snuggling up against his chest.
They lay, curled up in the boughs of a mallorn tree, star-gazing. "You know, Aragorn, something very odd happened to me this morning."
"What?" inquired Aragorn, only mildly interested. For some reason he could not tear his eyes off of the red star, Carnil.
"Well, the blacksmith came to me," began Arwen. "He apologized and said Haldir had come on Galadriel's orders and was now delievering the sword to Éowyn."
"What is so odd about that?" frownd Aragorn, trying to care. Lately, for five months at least, he had seemed unable to care about anything.
"Well, I have never ordered a sword," replied Arwen. "And I certainly do not know anyone named Éowyn, do you?"
"Do I what?" Aragorn inquired.
Arwen rolled her eyes. "Know anyone named Éowyn- Éowyn Éadig?"
Aragorn hesitated. "No, I do not think so," he said slowly. For a moment, the name seemed to spark something, but it was quickly extinguished. "No," he said, more certain. "I know no one by that name."
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within.
~*~
Éowyn stared up at the strange rider in awe. He was very tall and fair with golden hair and sparkling eyes. The eyes were slightly slanted and the tips of his ears were pointed. His mount was not a Rohirrim horse, but was a grand white stallion that reminded Éowyn of the legendary Shadowfax. The wind blew at him and they stood staring at each other in silence. Éowyn thought it a good possibility she was dreaming.
"Are you Éowyn Éadig?" inquired the rider.
"I am," nodded Éowyn.
"Ah, excellent," smiled the Rider. "I am Haldir of Lothòrien. I bring you a message and parcel from the Elfstone." He reached behind him and freed a long slim parcel. He handed it to her.
She took it. It was fairly heavy and wrapped in a rich golden cloth. "The message," Haldir reminded her. He handed her a small envelope. "I was instructed to tell you to open them in private."
~*~
Young girl, don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl, just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see a brighter day.
~*~
Éowyn sat down on her bed. Théoden had been so pleased when she was recovered, he had given her her own bedroom. She supposed his heart was in the right place, but sometimes when the lonliness set in, she wished she was back in Éomer's bedroom to hear his steady, unruffled breathing.
She lay the parcel down and cautiously peeled away the cloth. A sword lay, tucked in a leather scabbard. Her eyes widened and a grin split her face. Whomever this Elfstone was, he certainly knew her well. There was something written on the blade, engraved in the steel. She read it aloud. "For our little shieldmaiden."
She frowned. That made no sense. She quickled shrugged it off. Odd writing or no, this sword was hers. There was no other Éowyn Éadig in all of Edoras...possibly all of Rohan. She leapt up and slashed it through the air. She suddenly heard a melodious voice instruct her and she did as it asked. Slash, slash, parry, piviot, thrust. The blade gleamed in the sunlight shining through the open window. Éowyn's heart soared. Eventually though, she put the blade down and opened the letter.
A single piece of paper fell out. On one side was written.
Come with me, close your eyes
Hold my hand, it'll be all right
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Lift your head, it'll be all right
LOOK AT THE RED STAR!
Éowyn mused that over. She only knew one red star, Carnil. She did not like it very much. It always seemed so horribly sad. The verse was nice, though rather meaningless. She turned the paper over.
forgiveness for you memory
~G
That made no sense either. She suspected the verse and instructions had just been written on the back of a scrap of already used parchment.
There was a rap on the door. Éowyn started and grabbed the sword, shoving it under the bed. "Come in!" she called.
Théodred entered the room. "Hello, Éowyn," he greeted. "I have not seen you all day."
"I was outside," Éowyn explained.
"Well, it is a shame you did not come to breakfast," Théodred grinned.
"Why?" prodded Éowyn.
"Because, you would have learned that we are having a visitor today."
"Whom?" inquired Éowyn curiously.
"Oh...Boromir," laughed Théodred. Éowyn squealed in delight.
"Hurry and get ready," urged Théodred. "He and his escort have already entered the city."
"All right," nodded Éowyn. "I will be along in a minute." She ushered Théodred out. She swifty undid her braid and brushed her river of gold until it shone. She deftly redid the braid more neatly. She reached under the bed and retrieved the sword. She buckled it around her waist as she had seen Théodred do countless times. Everyone would be too busy with Boromir's arrival to note it and she would show it to him at the first chance. She was fairly sure he had sent it.
As soon as the sword was secured, she dashed towards the Golden Hall, spirits fully replenished.
~*~
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside, look inside your soul.
~*~
Ella shrugged into the black mantle, listening avidly to Grima's instructions. "When Lord Boromir's party arrives, slip into their midst. One by one, you will go to the King. When your turn has come, begin to bow, then reach into the folds and bring out the dagger and kill him."
Ella frowned. "Surely the others will react," she observed. "What becomes of me?"
"You will be saved if you do your job correctly," Grima assured her.
"And if I do not manage to kill him?" Ella inquired.
Grima grinned. "There is Lord Boromir's now," he noted. "Get you gone."
Grima watched as she melted into the bustling party unseen. Easy come, easy go. If the woman was fool enough to think she could kill a king in full view, she deserved to die. He had little hopes for the sucess of this attempt on Théodren's life. He would not remain to watch Ella die. He had real work to do.
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
~*~
Éowyn sat down in her small throne in front of Théoden's, but down a landing. Beside her, Éomer was reading. Éomer did like Boromir, but he did not have as strong of a relationship as she and Boromir did.
The door swung open and Éowyn almost leapt to her feet. First came Boromir, grinning and waving. Boromir was even more popular with the ladies than Théodred. Even Éowyn could appreciate his maddening good looks. Boromir was followed by ten guards in shining mail, all marching sharply. Last came three ladies and a black-dressed figure. It was impossible to tell what gender the last was as it was so heavily shrouded.
Before Éowyn could rush to Boromir, several royal formalities had to be seen to. A goblet was produced and both Théoden and Boromir drank from it. Then each member of Boromir's household came to bow before Théoden. Éowyn did not watch them as Boromir had begun making faces at her. She laughed softly and made one back. She felt something bump into her. She turned to see the black, stout figure passing her. It had been reaching into the folds of its' cloak and had accidentally elbowed her.
Éowyn gasped. One hand was clutching an evilly glinting dagger. Her hand went to her sword hilt. There was no time to tell Théodred, who was watching with a slightly bored expression. She had to act. She had to act now.
~*~
Life is a journy
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find all you'll need to know
(Be strong)
You'll break it
(Hold on)
You'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you!
~*~
"That's a knife!" hollered Éowyn. With one hand she reached out and grabbed a fistful of cloth, with the other, she drew her sword. As the hood slipped, Éowyn had time to acknowledge it was a female with a vaguely familiar face. Then the assassin was abandoing her knife for her sword and casting aside her cloak.
'Hold the sword with both hands.'
She swung the sword widly and sliced open the female's leg. The woman screamed in pain. "You insolent wench!" growled the would-be killer. "The Valar damn me, but I will teach you respect!"
Éowyn almost froze in shock
COOK
Anger raged within her and she knew that this time, she would not be stopped from finishing off the Cook. There were shouts around her as archers yelled at her to get out of the way, but she ignored them. This one was hers.
'Slash, slash, parry, piviot, thrust.'
Éowyn brought her sword down in two accurate slices, forcing Cook to leap back. But Ella managed to regain the ground and Éowyn parried what would have been a deadly stroke. She pivioted and brought her leg up into Cook's stomach. She thrust her sword forward, but a hand caught hers.
"Easy, Éowyn," soothed Boromir. "Killing is too good for this traitor, though she must die. She will hang in shame, not die proudly in a duel."
Éowyn panted heavily and saw Théodred and Elfhelm were wrestling with Cook. Théoden was assuring several attendants he was perfectly fine, while trying to calm Éomer. Éowyn's sword clattered to the ground and she unwillingly began to cry.
"Shh," soothed Boromir. "You did well, damn well. I did not know Théoden had agreed to let you train." Boromir huged her fiercely. Éowyn did not bother to correct him, she was too frightened.
"NO!" shouted Théodred as Coook broke free. A dagger flashed as she rushed at Éowyn.
"I may hang," she roared. "But I will see you dead first!" Her eyes gleamed. The dagger rose...this was it...
"You will not!" shouted Boromir, revealed as the warlord he was. Faster than Éowyn thought possible, he drew his sword and gutted the Cook. She fell, screaming.
Théoden made his way down to Éowyn. He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. He then stood and faced the Hall. "Sirs and Ladies," he announced. "Today I learned two valuable lessons. One; you are never too old to learn, and two; when a woman says she wishes to use a sword, you had damn well give her one. From this day forth, all women in Rohan who wish to train with sword, or bow, or lance, are to be allowed to do so." He smiled down at Éowyn, whose face was shining. Boromir came forward and lifted her up. Théoden spoke directly to her, quieter so none but she and Boromir could hear. "Even you, my little shieldmaiden."
~*~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within
There you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll begin, to trust the voice within.
~*~
Ten years later....
Éowyn, now eighteen, rested her head against Boromir's shoulders and felt his strong arms embrace her as they tumbled into the barley field of a farmer who resided a mile away from Minas Tirith. Their horses stood grazing nearby as their owners became lost in each other, escaping from the world of royalties and politics. Boromir kissed Éowyn deeply and passionately.
"What do you think Father and Théoden are doing as we speak?" Boromir inquired with a coy grin as he came up for air, his reddish-blonde hair hanging in his face.
Éowyn tenderly brushed it behind his ears and laughed softly. "Arranging our marriage, no doubt."
Boromir rolled her over so she was on top of him. "And how do you feel about that?" he asked.
Éowyn slowly came down on to his chest, kising his chin. "I do not rightly know," she admitted. Boromir seemed to accpet that as he kissed her again and again. They rolled over again, leaving Éowyn on the bottom.
As close as they seemed, Éowyn and Boromir were not entirely sure if they were in love. Except for passionate nights like these, their relationship always seemed like friendship taken to the next level, nothing so dire as love.
Éowyn glanced up at Carnil, her favourite star, though it was always sad. She felt something tug at her and she thought she heard a husky male voice whisper "my little shieldmaiden." She shrugged it off as Boromir began to trail kisses down her neck.
For now, she would be Boromir's lover. But in the future, perhaps, she would become his shieldmaiden, or more importantly, his wife.
Perhaps.
Boromir playfully nipped at her neck. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, demanding her full attention in their lovemaking. She smiled and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Tonight she would spend loving Boromir, and hopefully more nights in the future. But when she awoke and left his bed, she would always be a shieldmaiden.
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END
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