AN::
I understand some of you people are not completely happy with me right now. And I did reload a revised Chapter Two without the term, "Lay off." I know that it is not any part of Middle Earth; what would you have me do? =T
And yes, I know that the flower, edelweiss, was not suppose to grow on the grave mounds of their ancestors; but, hey, I've only seen TT twice, in which I was laughing at Smegal the whole time. (Stupid fat hobbitsses!) Thus, I did not catch the flower's name, also seeing that Theoden was mumbling over his tears.
And WOW, I did not know that contractions are not used (thx), but I do know that how Tolkien writes is how Yoda talks, studied, this I have! ^_^V
And if you go check out the reviews, (I didn't ask you to, just in case you do.) please ignore the person that signed "Forced Auo-ba." That's just my big brother; he's trying very hard to insure his role of -supportive older brother- in a You-suck-and-will-never-have-a-future-in writing-but-I-still- love-you way. -_______- (No, I'm not Korean, and we're not blood related.)
I'm sorry to say that I'm not a LOTR expert and extreme fantic like some of you out there, therefore, I would not know all the 'nitty-gritty' details that are necessary, which is why I've stayed away from writing LOTR in the past. And last note, I need a/several BETA READER(S). I try to catch all of my mistakes, but as you can see, I tend to get some things wrong. Xp
((Do I really make Eowyn sound different? In a good or bad way? I'd really like to know how everyone else sees her, because I try to portray her as how I see her, you know, strong-willed, pretty, wise yet naïve, etc. just to name a few, and quoting the book, "A daughter of kings," *shrugs* Well, if you get a chance, please tell me in your review. Thx.))
Thankies a ton ~ Pucca
PS ~ George is my lover! ^_^V
..::..Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Three ..::..
..::.. The Rohan Pride ..::..
I discovered that everyday was soon like the last, nothing changed a lot, the flowers still bloomed, village life still went on, and the sun still rose each morning as I go out to greet it. I've been having trouble sleeping, ever since Eomer went away; there was a sense of missing security that left a gap in my heart.
I was no longer complete, each day when the sun rose, I gained a little posture and confidence, but as the day progressed, Grima Wormtongue pushed me to the edge of pulling out my dagger and slashing him across the face.
I noticed I ate less, smiled less, and had a constant gaunt look to my face. It was all because of him, wretched Wormtongue, all he has ever done was make my life miserable. First he drove my uncle mad, then he caused the primary death of my cousin, then he banishes my brother. Once these male dominating figures are gone, who will be left standing? Only me. I have to stay strong for my people, my land, for I have to carry on this legacy.
The rulers of Rohan have long been outstanding and proud, no matter what they do, even if they know that they will ride into their death, they will still stand until the end because it is only right. And being brought up this way, I have been know to be arrogant, cold, and proud; it flows in my blood as the river runs into the seas. So what do I live for? The Rohan pride.
Yet, each day seems bleaker than the last as the sunshine faded on my childhood days; I was growing up to womanhood. And these people, they rely so much on me, for guidance, for direction, for hope, that I can not even grieve for my own causes and shrink back into my dark penetrating shell.
We had no contact of the outside world except what our riders bring us, but now that Eomer and the Riders of the Mark were banished, they now wander around slashing orcs. Sometimes I wonder if that is not what they all wish for in their heart, to be free and live for the cause of pureness. I wish I could do that.
And each day, I sit there, spending a little bit of each day thinking and dreaming of scenarios that would have happened if everything was perfect. I could still have been my daddy's little girl, and Mother would still be here telling me how I should uphold the Rohan pride and encourage me each day to become the woman that I am.
And all these years, I thought I had been the perfect Lady of Rohan. To most of the public, I was the perfect Lady of Rohan; yet inside, I feel as if I had grown up too fast, I had lost my innocence too early, and I had seen too much.
Twenty-one autumns and still no wisdom, what kind of the Lady of Rohan had I turned out to be? I did not know how to judge myself, but there was no one else to judge me. Perhaps if I stood a little taller, smiled a little bigger, I could be the person I wanted to be.
However, each day, I found myself more sullen and lessened in spirit. It seemed as if my rays of hope had disappeared like the golden years of the land, gone forever without a trace.
Is this who I am now? A pathetic creature that lives from day to day without realizing the beauties of life and the laughter of day. I was very much in this state of mind, when he came. He? Him. He that brought the hope, the light, and the laughter back into my life.
I understand some of you people are not completely happy with me right now. And I did reload a revised Chapter Two without the term, "Lay off." I know that it is not any part of Middle Earth; what would you have me do? =T
And yes, I know that the flower, edelweiss, was not suppose to grow on the grave mounds of their ancestors; but, hey, I've only seen TT twice, in which I was laughing at Smegal the whole time. (Stupid fat hobbitsses!) Thus, I did not catch the flower's name, also seeing that Theoden was mumbling over his tears.
And WOW, I did not know that contractions are not used (thx), but I do know that how Tolkien writes is how Yoda talks, studied, this I have! ^_^V
And if you go check out the reviews, (I didn't ask you to, just in case you do.) please ignore the person that signed "Forced Auo-ba." That's just my big brother; he's trying very hard to insure his role of -supportive older brother- in a You-suck-and-will-never-have-a-future-in writing-but-I-still- love-you way. -_______- (No, I'm not Korean, and we're not blood related.)
I'm sorry to say that I'm not a LOTR expert and extreme fantic like some of you out there, therefore, I would not know all the 'nitty-gritty' details that are necessary, which is why I've stayed away from writing LOTR in the past. And last note, I need a/several BETA READER(S). I try to catch all of my mistakes, but as you can see, I tend to get some things wrong. Xp
((Do I really make Eowyn sound different? In a good or bad way? I'd really like to know how everyone else sees her, because I try to portray her as how I see her, you know, strong-willed, pretty, wise yet naïve, etc. just to name a few, and quoting the book, "A daughter of kings," *shrugs* Well, if you get a chance, please tell me in your review. Thx.))
Thankies a ton ~ Pucca
PS ~ George is my lover! ^_^V
..::..Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Three ..::..
..::.. The Rohan Pride ..::..
I discovered that everyday was soon like the last, nothing changed a lot, the flowers still bloomed, village life still went on, and the sun still rose each morning as I go out to greet it. I've been having trouble sleeping, ever since Eomer went away; there was a sense of missing security that left a gap in my heart.
I was no longer complete, each day when the sun rose, I gained a little posture and confidence, but as the day progressed, Grima Wormtongue pushed me to the edge of pulling out my dagger and slashing him across the face.
I noticed I ate less, smiled less, and had a constant gaunt look to my face. It was all because of him, wretched Wormtongue, all he has ever done was make my life miserable. First he drove my uncle mad, then he caused the primary death of my cousin, then he banishes my brother. Once these male dominating figures are gone, who will be left standing? Only me. I have to stay strong for my people, my land, for I have to carry on this legacy.
The rulers of Rohan have long been outstanding and proud, no matter what they do, even if they know that they will ride into their death, they will still stand until the end because it is only right. And being brought up this way, I have been know to be arrogant, cold, and proud; it flows in my blood as the river runs into the seas. So what do I live for? The Rohan pride.
Yet, each day seems bleaker than the last as the sunshine faded on my childhood days; I was growing up to womanhood. And these people, they rely so much on me, for guidance, for direction, for hope, that I can not even grieve for my own causes and shrink back into my dark penetrating shell.
We had no contact of the outside world except what our riders bring us, but now that Eomer and the Riders of the Mark were banished, they now wander around slashing orcs. Sometimes I wonder if that is not what they all wish for in their heart, to be free and live for the cause of pureness. I wish I could do that.
And each day, I sit there, spending a little bit of each day thinking and dreaming of scenarios that would have happened if everything was perfect. I could still have been my daddy's little girl, and Mother would still be here telling me how I should uphold the Rohan pride and encourage me each day to become the woman that I am.
And all these years, I thought I had been the perfect Lady of Rohan. To most of the public, I was the perfect Lady of Rohan; yet inside, I feel as if I had grown up too fast, I had lost my innocence too early, and I had seen too much.
Twenty-one autumns and still no wisdom, what kind of the Lady of Rohan had I turned out to be? I did not know how to judge myself, but there was no one else to judge me. Perhaps if I stood a little taller, smiled a little bigger, I could be the person I wanted to be.
However, each day, I found myself more sullen and lessened in spirit. It seemed as if my rays of hope had disappeared like the golden years of the land, gone forever without a trace.
Is this who I am now? A pathetic creature that lives from day to day without realizing the beauties of life and the laughter of day. I was very much in this state of mind, when he came. He? Him. He that brought the hope, the light, and the laughter back into my life.