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..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Two ..::..
..::.. Sunrise on a pale morning ..::..
The halls were silent, and so was the world outside; there were no bird calls, no human calls, no cries of children. Everything was hatefully cold and bathed in a glow. I waited for the sunrise; for I knew it was near, the light sky in the horizon yonder indicated that. Brushing past the walls, from window to window, each scenic view was only a bit different from the last, making it seem like a flipbook. The silent world only seemed peaceful at night; yet, I knew that there were orcs marching onward noisily somewhere on the surface of these plains.
I suddenly stopped in my scurrying at the front of the main hall; there was my uncle, King Theoden. He sat at his throne, no different than what he had been of late, a very old man. How he came to be like that, I know not how. His eyes dimly opaque, and often looked past the things in front of him as he was mumbling. No one understood what he said or what his intentions were, except the disgusting excuse for a human, Grima Wormtongue. But he was asleep now, in one of the biggest chambers of this place. Pathetic.
"My lord?" I glided over to him, filled with curiosity and a bit worried. He sunk down in his chair beneath all that cloak of fur and said something incoherent.
"Please, let me guide you back to your chambers." I attempted to lift his right arm and thought of dragging him off his chair.
"Do not disturb him," An oily hiss sounded behind me. Grima Wormtongue. "Can you not see he is an old man? He doesn't want to be plagued with your troubles."
"I don't have to listen to you." I swept up on the other side of the hall and fingered the halt of my dagger.
"Oh? You don't, do you?" His voice menacing and cruel. His cold bony hand grabbed my wrist and shook his head at me while I reached for my hidden dagger. Damn you Grima Wormtongue.
"The sun is coming up Lady Eowyn, shouldn't you be enjoying it?" His question was rhetorical and stupid. I wretched away from him, mentally shouting, 'Don't you dare touch me!' But of course, if I had said that out loud, that would wake the people, and I would have dug myself a bigger hole.
Furiously, I flung open the door that led to the extended platform. I saw the sun at its first light. Furious at why things have turned out the way they are, a benevolent look came across my face as I looked down at the still sleeping village in despair. There was nothing I can do.
"The sunshine
That I know of
Will show me the way
And the sunshine
That I sing to
Will tell me what to do"
A silent tear slid down my face as I turned to face my older brother, his baritone voice had a wholesome ring to the song as he came out onto the platform with me and watched the sunrise in the pale morning. I felt cold and unwanted. Eomer said nothing as he stood next to me with his helmet tucked underneath his left arm, still staring at the magnificence of the sun.
"I have to go Eowyn, today's the day." He made it sound so casual, like, 'What's for dinner tonight?' even though the situation is much worse than it seems.
"Why did you have to be banished?" I sounded childish and unreasonable. He said nothing, but his soul poured out from his dark gray eyes, they were filled with sorrow and resentment.
He stepped off the platform towards the stables, and I watched him with burning eyes. Why was I the one left behind? Why couldn't I have gone instead of him?
I silently sighed and cleared myself of any evidence of crying, because, Eowyn, Lady of Rohan, doesn't cry.
Me- u like?
Pucca- *squeals* me like!
(Pucca's my inner child XP)
..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Two ..::..
..::.. Sunrise on a pale morning ..::..
The halls were silent, and so was the world outside; there were no bird calls, no human calls, no cries of children. Everything was hatefully cold and bathed in a glow. I waited for the sunrise; for I knew it was near, the light sky in the horizon yonder indicated that. Brushing past the walls, from window to window, each scenic view was only a bit different from the last, making it seem like a flipbook. The silent world only seemed peaceful at night; yet, I knew that there were orcs marching onward noisily somewhere on the surface of these plains.
I suddenly stopped in my scurrying at the front of the main hall; there was my uncle, King Theoden. He sat at his throne, no different than what he had been of late, a very old man. How he came to be like that, I know not how. His eyes dimly opaque, and often looked past the things in front of him as he was mumbling. No one understood what he said or what his intentions were, except the disgusting excuse for a human, Grima Wormtongue. But he was asleep now, in one of the biggest chambers of this place. Pathetic.
"My lord?" I glided over to him, filled with curiosity and a bit worried. He sunk down in his chair beneath all that cloak of fur and said something incoherent.
"Please, let me guide you back to your chambers." I attempted to lift his right arm and thought of dragging him off his chair.
"Do not disturb him," An oily hiss sounded behind me. Grima Wormtongue. "Can you not see he is an old man? He doesn't want to be plagued with your troubles."
"I don't have to listen to you." I swept up on the other side of the hall and fingered the halt of my dagger.
"Oh? You don't, do you?" His voice menacing and cruel. His cold bony hand grabbed my wrist and shook his head at me while I reached for my hidden dagger. Damn you Grima Wormtongue.
"The sun is coming up Lady Eowyn, shouldn't you be enjoying it?" His question was rhetorical and stupid. I wretched away from him, mentally shouting, 'Don't you dare touch me!' But of course, if I had said that out loud, that would wake the people, and I would have dug myself a bigger hole.
Furiously, I flung open the door that led to the extended platform. I saw the sun at its first light. Furious at why things have turned out the way they are, a benevolent look came across my face as I looked down at the still sleeping village in despair. There was nothing I can do.
"The sunshine
That I know of
Will show me the way
And the sunshine
That I sing to
Will tell me what to do"
A silent tear slid down my face as I turned to face my older brother, his baritone voice had a wholesome ring to the song as he came out onto the platform with me and watched the sunrise in the pale morning. I felt cold and unwanted. Eomer said nothing as he stood next to me with his helmet tucked underneath his left arm, still staring at the magnificence of the sun.
"I have to go Eowyn, today's the day." He made it sound so casual, like, 'What's for dinner tonight?' even though the situation is much worse than it seems.
"Why did you have to be banished?" I sounded childish and unreasonable. He said nothing, but his soul poured out from his dark gray eyes, they were filled with sorrow and resentment.
He stepped off the platform towards the stables, and I watched him with burning eyes. Why was I the one left behind? Why couldn't I have gone instead of him?
I silently sighed and cleared myself of any evidence of crying, because, Eowyn, Lady of Rohan, doesn't cry.