AN::
So sorry for that long AN last chapter, was simply stating all my concerns for this fic.
Thankies a lot to my EVER supportive friends! (i.e. Candy, Anjela, Kelli, and also Moon and Christina even though you haven't read it; I know you support me in spirit! ^_^V ~Para Kiss~ junkies forever!) Auo-ba, thanks for telling me I suck at writing, I love you too (platonically of course).
Should I start a mailing list? As soon as 5+ people have requested that, I'll gladly start one.
~ Pucca O(^o^)O [singing]
PS. George is my lover!
..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Four ..::..
..::.. Men and their stupidity ..::..
This day started out just like any other, a pretty sunrise complimentary with pale mist and me. Once again, Grima Wormtongue lurked somewhere in the dark halls, plotting against me and my people. Stupid man, when is he going to learn?
I went about my business, going to the weekly council meeting while barely saying anything because I knew that my uncle had a wholesome say in all the matters, which means that Grima Wormtongue controlled everything.
Then a guard interrupted the discussion of the raids on the outskirts of Rohan, where it was closest to Isengard.
"Well, I suggest that we take a portion of our best men and fend off the villagers out that way," Some captain or other said, pointing with his grubby finger, indicating the place he was talking about.
"No! We do not have a sufficient amount of people to spare! It will be the death of those who go out there!" Another retorted, slamming his fist upon the lopsided table, shaking the cups and goblets of drinks. I sat there leisurely, stirring my barley tea, fascinated at how the steam seems to disappear into the air.
"Lady Eowyn, would you agree with me?" Mikash, leader of the Umni warriors(1a), turned to me for agreement. My cool eyes landed on him, his fiery brown eyes seems to urge me to agree; it is only because we have grown up together.
"Agree upon what?" I retracted my lady image and daintily sipped my tea. Mikash looked annoyed that I hadn't been paying attention. Everyone's eyes were on me.
"Agree that there would be consequences to pay if we were to send our best warriors out there to defend the borderline." He said with a passion. "Those warriors would die, and-"
"Fool! They would not! These are our best warriors!" Dulan, the captain of the Bera Riders(1b) had cut Mikash off; apparently they refuse to combine their forces. "And even if they die, our borderline shall be defended, also- "
"Does spring come after winter?(2)" I snapped; men and their stupidity. "Whether we send out our forces does not make a difference in the fact that Rohan as a whole shall suffer. If we send them out, they die while looking gallant and all we have done is bought the villagers a bit more time." I knew my eyes flashed dangerously, and I knew that I was right, they knew that too. "And if we do not send them out, it shows that we have no concerns for our borders and our villagers shall die, as they would have anyways."
I strolled over to where the map was; looking at it, I pointed with my finger the distance between us and the border. "Even if we do send them out, it would take an armed force as less as two days to get there. By then, the orcs would have come and left; leaving a slackened head in front of a pile of burning carcasses to show off their handiwork."
I was disgusted with these men, why can they not come up with a better plan; must I point out ever single detail into their perspective?
Apparently another man was also fed up with this, he heaved a sigh and muttered, "I suppose it would be better if we had Lord Eomer and his riders,"
"It does not help that they have taken all of the best horses in this land," Mikash was always the smart one, but once again, these hopeless leaders of these people have dug themselves another hole, deeper than the last one.
"Do you not see? We have no options left." An oily hiss came from the head of the table.
Just then, a guard knocked curtly on the door and creaked it open. He came with a flustered yet determined look as he told Grima Wormtongue something that seemed rather important.
"This meeting is adjourned, we shall continue tomorrow."
I heaved my uncle to his feet and slowly led him to his throne; his milky eyes swiveled in his sockets as he tried to comprehend what was happening. As soon as he sat down, I took my place behind the big meaningless chair. The cool metal burned beneath my skin. Grima Wormtongue came up to me, and said something along the lines that I should go stand behind the adjacent wall, dimly waiting in the shadow. Stupid man; stupid pathetic man; stupid pathetic smelly man.
At once the doors flew open; these people were coming to see the king. I watched with shallow breaths, hoping that they had brought some good news. This strange party of an old man with white hair, and a really short creature that I think was a dwarf. These strange people. And behind them followed, could it be? Aragorn, the man I had grown to love as a brother, for he was a bit older than me, yet, a lot wiser. Then there was someone dressed in green. An elf?
His features were chiseled and sharp, with a dark daring look to his face. His skin was flawless and young. His eyes, deeply penetrating in such a light blue, held a fierce glare. His hair was blinding, seeing that he seemed to bring in the sunlight that clung to him.
Who was he? I only found myself amused and yet, deeply interested at him. I had to know.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
1a + 1b. I made up
2. I stole from my friend Candy's brilliant brain; hopefully she doesn't mind too much. Xp
And you do know that this is a LEGOLAS/EOWYN fic, right? (I do hope you guys read ANs, this one's kind of very important) Please, let me repeat that.
THIS IS A LEGOLAS/EOWYN FIC.
Well, I meant for it to be that way because there are so little parings in LOTR, excluding slash. And I think I have the perfect alternate ending to this interesting pair; it's rather bittersweet. I might tell you if you review. ;P If you do not wish to know of our favorite elf and the Lady of Rohan, then don't read, or you can flame me; do as you wish.
So sorry for that long AN last chapter, was simply stating all my concerns for this fic.
Thankies a lot to my EVER supportive friends! (i.e. Candy, Anjela, Kelli, and also Moon and Christina even though you haven't read it; I know you support me in spirit! ^_^V ~Para Kiss~ junkies forever!) Auo-ba, thanks for telling me I suck at writing, I love you too (platonically of course).
Should I start a mailing list? As soon as 5+ people have requested that, I'll gladly start one.
~ Pucca O(^o^)O [singing]
PS. George is my lover!
..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Four ..::..
..::.. Men and their stupidity ..::..
This day started out just like any other, a pretty sunrise complimentary with pale mist and me. Once again, Grima Wormtongue lurked somewhere in the dark halls, plotting against me and my people. Stupid man, when is he going to learn?
I went about my business, going to the weekly council meeting while barely saying anything because I knew that my uncle had a wholesome say in all the matters, which means that Grima Wormtongue controlled everything.
Then a guard interrupted the discussion of the raids on the outskirts of Rohan, where it was closest to Isengard.
"Well, I suggest that we take a portion of our best men and fend off the villagers out that way," Some captain or other said, pointing with his grubby finger, indicating the place he was talking about.
"No! We do not have a sufficient amount of people to spare! It will be the death of those who go out there!" Another retorted, slamming his fist upon the lopsided table, shaking the cups and goblets of drinks. I sat there leisurely, stirring my barley tea, fascinated at how the steam seems to disappear into the air.
"Lady Eowyn, would you agree with me?" Mikash, leader of the Umni warriors(1a), turned to me for agreement. My cool eyes landed on him, his fiery brown eyes seems to urge me to agree; it is only because we have grown up together.
"Agree upon what?" I retracted my lady image and daintily sipped my tea. Mikash looked annoyed that I hadn't been paying attention. Everyone's eyes were on me.
"Agree that there would be consequences to pay if we were to send our best warriors out there to defend the borderline." He said with a passion. "Those warriors would die, and-"
"Fool! They would not! These are our best warriors!" Dulan, the captain of the Bera Riders(1b) had cut Mikash off; apparently they refuse to combine their forces. "And even if they die, our borderline shall be defended, also- "
"Does spring come after winter?(2)" I snapped; men and their stupidity. "Whether we send out our forces does not make a difference in the fact that Rohan as a whole shall suffer. If we send them out, they die while looking gallant and all we have done is bought the villagers a bit more time." I knew my eyes flashed dangerously, and I knew that I was right, they knew that too. "And if we do not send them out, it shows that we have no concerns for our borders and our villagers shall die, as they would have anyways."
I strolled over to where the map was; looking at it, I pointed with my finger the distance between us and the border. "Even if we do send them out, it would take an armed force as less as two days to get there. By then, the orcs would have come and left; leaving a slackened head in front of a pile of burning carcasses to show off their handiwork."
I was disgusted with these men, why can they not come up with a better plan; must I point out ever single detail into their perspective?
Apparently another man was also fed up with this, he heaved a sigh and muttered, "I suppose it would be better if we had Lord Eomer and his riders,"
"It does not help that they have taken all of the best horses in this land," Mikash was always the smart one, but once again, these hopeless leaders of these people have dug themselves another hole, deeper than the last one.
"Do you not see? We have no options left." An oily hiss came from the head of the table.
Just then, a guard knocked curtly on the door and creaked it open. He came with a flustered yet determined look as he told Grima Wormtongue something that seemed rather important.
"This meeting is adjourned, we shall continue tomorrow."
I heaved my uncle to his feet and slowly led him to his throne; his milky eyes swiveled in his sockets as he tried to comprehend what was happening. As soon as he sat down, I took my place behind the big meaningless chair. The cool metal burned beneath my skin. Grima Wormtongue came up to me, and said something along the lines that I should go stand behind the adjacent wall, dimly waiting in the shadow. Stupid man; stupid pathetic man; stupid pathetic smelly man.
At once the doors flew open; these people were coming to see the king. I watched with shallow breaths, hoping that they had brought some good news. This strange party of an old man with white hair, and a really short creature that I think was a dwarf. These strange people. And behind them followed, could it be? Aragorn, the man I had grown to love as a brother, for he was a bit older than me, yet, a lot wiser. Then there was someone dressed in green. An elf?
His features were chiseled and sharp, with a dark daring look to his face. His skin was flawless and young. His eyes, deeply penetrating in such a light blue, held a fierce glare. His hair was blinding, seeing that he seemed to bring in the sunlight that clung to him.
Who was he? I only found myself amused and yet, deeply interested at him. I had to know.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
1a + 1b. I made up
2. I stole from my friend Candy's brilliant brain; hopefully she doesn't mind too much. Xp
And you do know that this is a LEGOLAS/EOWYN fic, right? (I do hope you guys read ANs, this one's kind of very important) Please, let me repeat that.
THIS IS A LEGOLAS/EOWYN FIC.
Well, I meant for it to be that way because there are so little parings in LOTR, excluding slash. And I think I have the perfect alternate ending to this interesting pair; it's rather bittersweet. I might tell you if you review. ;P If you do not wish to know of our favorite elf and the Lady of Rohan, then don't read, or you can flame me; do as you wish.