Hi all! Sorry for the wait, I have been quite busy. I'm seeing TTT
this weekend again. Last time I went I thought I heard the Ent music when Aragorn was telling Theoden to ride out with him, right before they charge out
of Helm's Deep. Did anyone else notice, or am I hearing things. Anyway, on to reviews.
Reveiwer Resonses
Vanessa-chan= Yay I'm on
someone else's favorite list! Glad you liked the story!
Trata= Reunions are nice. I tried to make it a little
humorous, as you will see in later chapters.
Silmarien= I never make people angry at each other
without a reason. (usually a mush scene)
Narm= I don't miss Denethor
either. In fact, when Return of the King comes out, I plan on throwing popcorn
at him. My nickname for him is Evil Dude. Yay, another Tolkien romance believer.
I think it is all Aragorn's fault that Eowyn falls
for him, he keeps flirting with her! Grrrrrr.
The evil witch queen= Yes Faramir could teach Eowyn a lot. Unfortunately she doesn't figure things out for
a while.
Violet Raven= Denethor may have a reason, but it
isn't a very good one. There is no excuse for hurting a child. I should have
let Aragorn finish him off. Grrrrr. I don't like him at all. Sorry, I'm renting my inner
anger. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Smeagol= I understand how you feel. Sometimes I don't
feel like reading or writing which annoys my friend Linde
cause I tell her about what I expect to write and then I don't. And yes, it is
nice that Faramir calls for Denethor,
but does he really forgive him? hehe
Laheara= I also liked Eowyn
after seeing the movies. The twins are also some of my favorite characters and
I reiterate that they had better be in ROTK. Here is an update for you though I
don't know about posting often. Sorry.
Acacia= Ooooo puppy dog eyes. I'm a sucker for those.
Especially if they belong to my little elfie-poo.
Or my Farie-warie. Or little Frodo-wodo. Hehe, making nicknames are fun!
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When
Faramir did not meet her for lunch, Eowyn began worrying. Finally she decided to talk to the
one person who would tell her anything she wanted. Merry.
The hobbit was certainly glad to see her. "My lady, it's been awhile since
I've seen you. Are you well?"
"As well as can be. I have come to ask you about Lord Faramir."
"Really? He was in here a few days ago, asking about
you."
Though
interested in what Faramir had inquired about, Eowyn kept to her task. "I fear I said something this
morning that hurt him, but I do not know how."
"What
did you say?"
"I
said that he did not know how it felt to have someone you love hurt you. He
hardened, his eyes filled with grief. He told me to ask someone how he became
Steward in the first place. I just assumed his father had died in battle."
Merry
grew sad. "I wasn't here, but my cousin Pippin was. He was in the service
of Lord Denethor. Apparently, Denethor
lost his mind when Faramir came back severely
wounded. He tried to burn himself and Faramir alive,
on a pyre. Luckily Pippin went and got Gandalf who saved Faramir,
but he was unable to save Denethor from himself. I
think it must have plagued Faramir that his father
tried to kill him, even if it was in a fit of madness. Pippin said they weren't
very close to begin with, either. In fact, it sounded like Denethor
only had love for his older son, Boromir."
"I
never knew that. Faramir does not speak of his
father. But still, our problems are different. I was hurt when Aragorn refused
my heart. Faramir was hurt by his father's madness."
"May
I ask you something, Lady Eowyn?"
"Of course, Master Meriadoc."
"Why
do you love Aragorn?" Startled, it took awhile for Eowyn
to answer.
"He
is strong, handsome, stately... " she stopped,
not knowing what else to say.
Merry
raised an eyebrow. "He is King." Eowyn
stared blankly at him, knowing that he had hit on the truth of the matter.
"Pardon my saying this, but don't you think that's a bit shallow?"
//Shallow? My love for him is based on something deeper than his being king...
isn't it?// Troubled, Eowyn
said nothing. "I don't mean to offend you, my lady, but don't you think
that marrying someone for their crown will just end in misery? Not that I have
any experience, mind you, but that's how I think it is. Shouldn't you love
someone for their personality, sense of humor, their friendship? I think that
to truly love someone, you have to be friends with them."
Finally
Eowyn found her voice, shaky though it was.
"Thank you, Master Meriadoc, for your words of
wisdom. I will think on them." Eowyn left the
room. Merry just sat back smugly in his chair and lit his pipe.
Her
mind tired from thinking, Eowyn decided to take a nap
before dinner. She fell asleep quickly, yet her mind would not rest.
~~* Eowyn sat on an elaborate throne, a crown on her
hair. Beside her sat her husband, King Aragorn. She smiled as the people of Gondor cheered for her, shouting her name. Aragorn brought
her hand up and kissed it, love in his eyes. "And now," Aragorn
declared, "the captains will swear their loyalty to my queen, the lovely Eowyn." One by one, the captains and princes of Gondor bowed over her hand, swearing to always protect her.
The
last one was Faramir. He slowly walked up to her.
Raising her hand, he brushed it with his lips, a slight touch that caused a
shiver to run up Eowyn's spine. "I swear loyalty
to Queen Eowyn of Gondor. I
will protect her with my life for as long as that may last. Long live the
Queen." He stepped down, but turned and looked back at Eowyn.
The longing and pain in his eyes made Eowyn's heart
feel like it was breaking. As he walked away, she stepped toward him, calling
out his name. As she did, the dream changed. Now Eowyn
found herself standing in the garden of a beautiful house. She heard voices
talking, children laughing, and she walked towards them. Eowyn
stood frozen, shocked by what she saw. Sitting on a stone bench was Faramir, his arm around a dark-haired woman. The couple
smiled down on the children, a boy and a girl, both of whom looked remarkably
like Faramir. Eowyn's heart
wrenched when she saw the woman kiss Faramir lightly
on the cheek. Without thinking, she stormed up to them. "Who are you, and
why are you here with Faramir?" The woman turned
and smiled at her.
"I
am his wife."
"Wife? Faramir, you said you
weren't married!"
Faramir stood up to face her. "I wasn't. But you
rejected me in favor of the King. Do not be troubled, though. I am now very happily
married." He helped the dark-haired woman up and pulled her into an
embrace. As they kissed passionately, rage welled up within Eowyn.
How dare that woman marry Faramir, how dare she kiss
him! Jealousy, pure jealousy, raced through her veins. Eowyn
lunged at the woman, determined to wring her neck. *~~
"Lady
Eowyn? Lady Eowyn, I
brought food for you, since you missed dinner." She woke up suddenly to
the voice of one of the nurses. Eowyn kept her eyes
closed until the nurse left. When she heard the door shut, she sighed. //What a
dream.// Eowyn tried
desperately not to think of it. //I love Aragorn, and that is that. I do not
love Faramir, I do not love Faramir.//
She repeated the mantra to herself, trying to make it come true. //I can't love
him. That means I'll have to face up to my mistakes.//
A knock came on the door. "Come in." The door
opened to reveal none other then the one person she was trying to get her mind
off of.
"The
nurse said you did not wake when she came in. She asked me to check on you,
make sure you were eating." Faramir's grey eyes
seemed to bore holes in her soul.
"I
am fine." Nodding, he started walking away. "Faramir!" He turned toward her, his eyes
passive, not showing any emotion. "I... I am sorry for what I said this
morning. It was wrong of me to think that you had never been hurt like I
had." Eowyn saw a flicker of something pass over
his eyes before he nodded and began walking to the door again. "Faramir." Again he
turned. "Do you forgive me?"
As
she looked at him, his heart softened. "Of course I forgive you. That is
what friends are for." Faramir smiled warmly at
her before leaving. Eowyn breathed a sigh of relief.
//Friends. He is just my friend, nothing more.// She
tried to ignore the small voice that whispered to her, *Then why don't you
believe it?*
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I think I'll give you another chapter or two tonight. Just to let you know, I
wrote a poem about the dream woman that I think I'm going to post tonight too.
