All right I am attempting to move the story forward (finally. half my
reviewers left!). Part one of evil twist!
This chapter (I skip around a lot) takes place five years later. Eowyn and Aragorn have Eodwyn (4), Eldarion (2 ½) (What Arwen and Aragorn named their son in the books), and an eight month old named Meldahin. I just thought three would be perfect for them. either that or two girls and of course they needed a boy so.
This chapter switches from Eowyn to Eodwyn quite a bit, but I think it adds to the drama of the story.
White Angel Chapter six: Eowyn's Plan
The country of Gondor was a happy place for the few years. Eowyn had two more children, a boy named Eldarion, and a little girl whom they named Meldahin.
There was not much trouble, except for the occasional orc raid. None of the raids were large or strong enough to do any damage and very little lives were lost fighting them off.
One night though, five years after the birth of Eodwyn, something happened one night that no one will soon forget. *****
"Eowyn!" Eowyn continued to sleep, ignoring her husband's calling. "Eowyn wake up quickly!" He began to shake her roughly and she grunted sleepily, swatting at his hands.
"What?" She groaned, blinking a few times. She could see it was still dark and Aragorn's face loomed right above hers.
"You must wake up and get the children to a safe place! I have no time to tell you all that is going on, but a large band of orcs are attacking the Eastern border of the city. They are burning everything as they go and I. I must go fight." He ended softly as if he was reluctant to tell Eowyn.
Her eyes widened with fear. "No don't go! Send your men. please do not leave Aragorn." She pleaded. All sleep had left her mind and body and she sat up straight.
He grasped her hands. "I must."
"Then at least take me with you, it has been ages since I have felt the excitement of battle and I long to grip my sword again." But even as she said it Aragorn was shaking his head. He grasped her face with both of his hands.
"Keep the children safe, Eowyn. If I die then at least you will still be here."
"Don't say that."
"Don't worry about me." He whispered. She looked into his eyes for a few moments and then their lips met in a short passionate kiss and he turned and quickly ran out of the room.
During the kiss though, Eowyn was all ready forming a plan in her mind.
She ran first to the cradle in the corner of the room and gently picked up their youngest daughter, Meldahin. Meldahin was just eight months old with dark hair and gray eyes. Her name was elvish and it meant 'beloved child'. As Eowyn carried her out the door she didn't cry or move, simply lay still in her arms, sensing the importance of her needing silence.
They rushed down the hall and Eowyn threw open the doors of Eodwyn's room and shook her awake with one hand. As soon as she grunted Eowyn explained what was happening and handed Meldahin over to her eldest daughter and told her to stay put for a moment while she went to wake her brother.
Eodwyn sat up with her sister and waited patiently while her mother rushed out to go wake her little brother, Eldarion. She was only a little bit older than four, but she knew what was going on and tried to remain calm so as not to frighten her baby sister. Being the eldest meant that she acted a little bit mature when she had to and protected her younger siblings.
Eowyn ran back in with a sleeping Eldarion on her hip and grabbed Meldahin with her other hand and placed her on her free hip.
"Eodwyn follow me." She said as she walked as quick as she could out the bedroom door and down the long corridor. She walked down the winding steps into the nursery where the children spent their time when their parents had business to attend to. She set Eldarion down and he immediately lay back down on the hard ground to fall back asleep.
Two nurses came in and quickly took Meldahin from Eowyn. She nodded her thanks and turned to Eodwyn, who was hobbling sleepily along behind, carrying her favorite blanket.
"I have to go somewhere to help daddy alright Eodwyn?" Eodwyn's face was blank. Eowyn sighed and knelt down so she was face to face with her daughter. She looked into her eyes and saw a familiar look there. It was a dangerous look that Eowyn held often when she was a child and her father went off to fight orcs.
Eodwyn had large beautiful blue eyes that sparkled in light or dark. Her wavy golden hair fell just below her shoulders and was as thin and smooth as silk. She had grown to just below three feet tall and had fair pale skin. Everyone thought she was the perfect mirror image of Eowyn right down to her natural fighting abilities. That frightened Eowyn sometimes.
So Eowyn lightly placed both of her hands on Eodwyn's shoulders and she looked down.
"Eodwyn.?"
"Please don't go mommy!" She suddenly cried, throwing her whole body onto Eowyn. Eowyn smiled and brought her arms around her daughter and held her close.
"I will be just fine, Eodwyn. Take care of your brother and sister. Don't let anything happen to them." She let go of Eodwyn and held her at arms length. She saw the tears fall down Eodwyn's cheeks and reached a hand up to wipe them away. "Don't cry, be strong for me now."
For one moment Eowyn saw her daughter's eyes flare up with a sudden fire but she blinked and they were back to their sad glint, shining with unshed tears. Eodwyn nodded once and turned away, walking over to her brother and sitting down next to his sleeping form.
Eowyn stood and turned to the nearest nurse.
"I must go. Watch the children and make sure none of them leave." She said, glancing over at Eodwyn with concern.
"Where are you going Milady?" The nurse asked.
Eowyn faltered for only a split second. She recovered quickly though, "To warn the city." She said, and turned to run before the nurse could do anything more.
She ran down the stone corridor and up the steps into another long corridor. She ran to a large tapestry and pushed it aside, revealing a door, which she opened and walked into. As soon as she got in she stopped and looked around, searching for what she was looking for. She ran to a long wooden case on the northern wall and opened it, taking out a long sword that she hadn't used for many years.
As soon as she grabbed she felt a shock go through her body and she closed her eyes, raised the sword, and brought it slicing down through the air in one long stroke. She smiled and grabbed the belt from the wall above the case and put the sword in its sheath then buckled the belt, which also held a dagger. She looked around but took no armor and she made her way back to the door and out into the corridor.
She ran down the steps and through the Great Hall down to the stables and ran to her horse. She had a strong horse that was a soft brown color and she had named it Cinnamon long ago. She mounted it and led it out into the dark street then took off into a speedy gallop.
Eowyn, Queen of Gondor and Shield maiden of Rohan, was going to battle again. *****
Eodwyn had her own little plan. She knew that her mother wouldn't leave them with nurses unless it was something very important, maybe another orc raid. They had become more frequent, but always small and weak. Father certainly never had to get involved, and if they needed mother than it must be very bad.
So Eodwyn had her own plan. As soon as her mother left, she lay back down and acted asleep. After about ten minutes the stupid nurses blew out the candles and silently walked out the door, taking Meldahin with them. They were so daft sometimes that she wondered why her father even trusted them to watch all three of them.
So Eodwyn sat up and silently crawled in her long white night gown to the door and stuck her head out, listening intently. When she heard nothing she cautiously stood up and ran to the steps. She ran up them and into a long corridor.
She dove back when she heard a door opening halfway down the hall. It was the sword room behind the tapestry! Someone was in there. So Eodwyn waited in the shadows and watched her mother run past her and down the steps on the other end of the corridor. She was probably on her way to the stables.
So Eodwyn snuck into the sword room and quickly found her small light elven dagger on the eastern wall.
When Eodwyn turned three, her father had given Eodwyn her very first dagger. She had been ecstatic. Whenever nobody was around, she would run to the secret room that her parents held all of their swords and chain mail suits and such to practice with it, fighting air. Of course Eodwyn wasn't supposed to know about the room, but she did anyways.
So Eodwyn ran out of the room to follow her mother with her dagger in her hand. The castle seemed oddly deserted, but Eodwyn didn't have time to ponder this. She ran outside down the steps and watched her mother ride off into the night on Cinnamon.
Eodwyn ran down the steps and into the stables, finding her small but strong horse, Ithilme. She was a silver horse that shined in the moonlight so Aragorn had told her the elvish word and it became the horse's name.
Eodwyn mounted the horse and shot off down the road, eastward bound. She didn't care if it was dark in the streets, she just wanted to fight, to prove that it didn't matter how young you were or how small, but how skilled you were with a sword. Since she didn't have a sheath for her dagger, she simply held it with one hand and stirrups in the other, riding off into the dangerous night. *****
Eowyn had only been riding for about twenty minutes when she came upon a small band of orcs. There were only about a dozen, and Eowyn knew she could handle them.
So she took her sword out of her sheath and charged towards them at full speed. They tried to scatter, but she easily picked off three of their heads and slashed another's arm off. When she came back around they tried fitting arrows on their bows, but couldn't shoot quick enough. Eowyn held a small smile of triumph when she stabbed an orc through the heart and immediately turned to slash another's throat.
These orcs were so much easier to kill than Uruk-Hai, and they were absolutely nothing in comparison to the Witch-King.
She went through them just three times and then looked back at their bodies. "Pathetic" she sighed, and then rode off back towards the east.
After about two more miles (10 minutes) of riding, she saw the great band of orcs that were moving in. A few hundred men were seen fighting among the orcs, but there were too many for the men to fight.
Eowyn dismounted her horse and drew both her dagger and sword out of their sheaths as she ran. She realized she was still in her night robe, but at the moment she was only concerned with the orcs that were making their way into the city. She also needed to stay away from Aragorn, although it was still so dark that she couldn't see the faces of the men who were fighting, only the glint of their swords.
The whole time Eowyn fought, she kept her mind focused on her children. She didn't know she could ever be so worried about getting injured or killed. She had to stay alive for her children.
She was beginning to have doubts. She knew she shouldn't be here, and that was when she got hit. She felt a sharp pain in her right arm and saw a deep wound there. She didn't drop her sword or falter, just stabbed the orc responsible through the heart and continued to fight her way through the never-ending army.
She kept her mind on the battle from then on even as her arm bled freely. She didn't know how long she had been fighting when the sky began to turn grey with approaching dawn. The orcs were thinning, and soon they all started to turn and run away from the light. Eowyn backed away and looked around.
Aragorn was not in sight and as she scanned the crowd of fighting men, but she thought she saw a small girl dressed in white. She did a double take and squinted hard into a small band of orcs surrounding a small child dressed in a white night dress. A shock of horror came over Eowyn as she began to run towards the band.
"Eodwyn no!" She cried desperately while she ran.
Suddenly a large strong arm wrapped around Eowyn's waist and she stopped in her tracks. She felt the blade of and orc sword press against her throat and stopped struggling.
"Eodwyn!" She cried again. The orcs had surrounded her and she watched as Eodwyn shouted something at the orcs, holding her small elven dagger up. The orcs laughed and Eowyn was pushed roughly forward, the sword pointing at her back now. As she neared the circle it opened into a half circle and the orc who had captured Eowyn spoke something in an evil language to the tallest one in the circle.
Eodwyn turned and saw her mother. "Mommy!" She cried, trying to run to Eowyn. The large orc grabbed her and pushed her to the ground harshly. Eodwyn looked up and examined her scraped elbow with tears in her eyes. The orcs laughed again and Eodwyn looked desperately to her mother for help, beginning to cry.
Eowyn couldn't do anything. She was force to her knees with her hands held behind her, and the orc still held a sword to her neck.
"Don't hurt her!" She cried. The orcs just continued to laugh.
"And why shouldn't we?" the tall one asked. Eowyn would've answered, had the sword not pressed harder on her throat so that if she swallowed she would have sliced her own throat, "I think this little one can be useful to us, we could have so much fun with her." He continued with an evil grin.
Eowyn cried out as he hit Eodwyn hard upside her head with the flat side of his sword. Eowyn let out a helpless whimper as she flew a few feet into the air and fell to the ground with a loud thud, unconscious.
The tall orc picked Eodwyn up and slung her carelessly over his shoulder.
"Eodwyn! Eodwyn no!" Eowyn cried desperately, tears streaming down her face. She struggled a bit, but the orc holding her hit her with the handle of his sword. Eowyn swayed slightly, struggling to hold onto consciousness. There was one thing on her mind as she fell back, lying on the hard ground as the black dots in front of her eyes got larger. *Eodwyn! *
Then Eowyn's world went black, and she knew no more. *****
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And Thanks so much to Elbereth, Jellylady,
Cerasi
This chapter (I skip around a lot) takes place five years later. Eowyn and Aragorn have Eodwyn (4), Eldarion (2 ½) (What Arwen and Aragorn named their son in the books), and an eight month old named Meldahin. I just thought three would be perfect for them. either that or two girls and of course they needed a boy so.
This chapter switches from Eowyn to Eodwyn quite a bit, but I think it adds to the drama of the story.
White Angel Chapter six: Eowyn's Plan
The country of Gondor was a happy place for the few years. Eowyn had two more children, a boy named Eldarion, and a little girl whom they named Meldahin.
There was not much trouble, except for the occasional orc raid. None of the raids were large or strong enough to do any damage and very little lives were lost fighting them off.
One night though, five years after the birth of Eodwyn, something happened one night that no one will soon forget. *****
"Eowyn!" Eowyn continued to sleep, ignoring her husband's calling. "Eowyn wake up quickly!" He began to shake her roughly and she grunted sleepily, swatting at his hands.
"What?" She groaned, blinking a few times. She could see it was still dark and Aragorn's face loomed right above hers.
"You must wake up and get the children to a safe place! I have no time to tell you all that is going on, but a large band of orcs are attacking the Eastern border of the city. They are burning everything as they go and I. I must go fight." He ended softly as if he was reluctant to tell Eowyn.
Her eyes widened with fear. "No don't go! Send your men. please do not leave Aragorn." She pleaded. All sleep had left her mind and body and she sat up straight.
He grasped her hands. "I must."
"Then at least take me with you, it has been ages since I have felt the excitement of battle and I long to grip my sword again." But even as she said it Aragorn was shaking his head. He grasped her face with both of his hands.
"Keep the children safe, Eowyn. If I die then at least you will still be here."
"Don't say that."
"Don't worry about me." He whispered. She looked into his eyes for a few moments and then their lips met in a short passionate kiss and he turned and quickly ran out of the room.
During the kiss though, Eowyn was all ready forming a plan in her mind.
She ran first to the cradle in the corner of the room and gently picked up their youngest daughter, Meldahin. Meldahin was just eight months old with dark hair and gray eyes. Her name was elvish and it meant 'beloved child'. As Eowyn carried her out the door she didn't cry or move, simply lay still in her arms, sensing the importance of her needing silence.
They rushed down the hall and Eowyn threw open the doors of Eodwyn's room and shook her awake with one hand. As soon as she grunted Eowyn explained what was happening and handed Meldahin over to her eldest daughter and told her to stay put for a moment while she went to wake her brother.
Eodwyn sat up with her sister and waited patiently while her mother rushed out to go wake her little brother, Eldarion. She was only a little bit older than four, but she knew what was going on and tried to remain calm so as not to frighten her baby sister. Being the eldest meant that she acted a little bit mature when she had to and protected her younger siblings.
Eowyn ran back in with a sleeping Eldarion on her hip and grabbed Meldahin with her other hand and placed her on her free hip.
"Eodwyn follow me." She said as she walked as quick as she could out the bedroom door and down the long corridor. She walked down the winding steps into the nursery where the children spent their time when their parents had business to attend to. She set Eldarion down and he immediately lay back down on the hard ground to fall back asleep.
Two nurses came in and quickly took Meldahin from Eowyn. She nodded her thanks and turned to Eodwyn, who was hobbling sleepily along behind, carrying her favorite blanket.
"I have to go somewhere to help daddy alright Eodwyn?" Eodwyn's face was blank. Eowyn sighed and knelt down so she was face to face with her daughter. She looked into her eyes and saw a familiar look there. It was a dangerous look that Eowyn held often when she was a child and her father went off to fight orcs.
Eodwyn had large beautiful blue eyes that sparkled in light or dark. Her wavy golden hair fell just below her shoulders and was as thin and smooth as silk. She had grown to just below three feet tall and had fair pale skin. Everyone thought she was the perfect mirror image of Eowyn right down to her natural fighting abilities. That frightened Eowyn sometimes.
So Eowyn lightly placed both of her hands on Eodwyn's shoulders and she looked down.
"Eodwyn.?"
"Please don't go mommy!" She suddenly cried, throwing her whole body onto Eowyn. Eowyn smiled and brought her arms around her daughter and held her close.
"I will be just fine, Eodwyn. Take care of your brother and sister. Don't let anything happen to them." She let go of Eodwyn and held her at arms length. She saw the tears fall down Eodwyn's cheeks and reached a hand up to wipe them away. "Don't cry, be strong for me now."
For one moment Eowyn saw her daughter's eyes flare up with a sudden fire but she blinked and they were back to their sad glint, shining with unshed tears. Eodwyn nodded once and turned away, walking over to her brother and sitting down next to his sleeping form.
Eowyn stood and turned to the nearest nurse.
"I must go. Watch the children and make sure none of them leave." She said, glancing over at Eodwyn with concern.
"Where are you going Milady?" The nurse asked.
Eowyn faltered for only a split second. She recovered quickly though, "To warn the city." She said, and turned to run before the nurse could do anything more.
She ran down the stone corridor and up the steps into another long corridor. She ran to a large tapestry and pushed it aside, revealing a door, which she opened and walked into. As soon as she got in she stopped and looked around, searching for what she was looking for. She ran to a long wooden case on the northern wall and opened it, taking out a long sword that she hadn't used for many years.
As soon as she grabbed she felt a shock go through her body and she closed her eyes, raised the sword, and brought it slicing down through the air in one long stroke. She smiled and grabbed the belt from the wall above the case and put the sword in its sheath then buckled the belt, which also held a dagger. She looked around but took no armor and she made her way back to the door and out into the corridor.
She ran down the steps and through the Great Hall down to the stables and ran to her horse. She had a strong horse that was a soft brown color and she had named it Cinnamon long ago. She mounted it and led it out into the dark street then took off into a speedy gallop.
Eowyn, Queen of Gondor and Shield maiden of Rohan, was going to battle again. *****
Eodwyn had her own little plan. She knew that her mother wouldn't leave them with nurses unless it was something very important, maybe another orc raid. They had become more frequent, but always small and weak. Father certainly never had to get involved, and if they needed mother than it must be very bad.
So Eodwyn had her own plan. As soon as her mother left, she lay back down and acted asleep. After about ten minutes the stupid nurses blew out the candles and silently walked out the door, taking Meldahin with them. They were so daft sometimes that she wondered why her father even trusted them to watch all three of them.
So Eodwyn sat up and silently crawled in her long white night gown to the door and stuck her head out, listening intently. When she heard nothing she cautiously stood up and ran to the steps. She ran up them and into a long corridor.
She dove back when she heard a door opening halfway down the hall. It was the sword room behind the tapestry! Someone was in there. So Eodwyn waited in the shadows and watched her mother run past her and down the steps on the other end of the corridor. She was probably on her way to the stables.
So Eodwyn snuck into the sword room and quickly found her small light elven dagger on the eastern wall.
When Eodwyn turned three, her father had given Eodwyn her very first dagger. She had been ecstatic. Whenever nobody was around, she would run to the secret room that her parents held all of their swords and chain mail suits and such to practice with it, fighting air. Of course Eodwyn wasn't supposed to know about the room, but she did anyways.
So Eodwyn ran out of the room to follow her mother with her dagger in her hand. The castle seemed oddly deserted, but Eodwyn didn't have time to ponder this. She ran outside down the steps and watched her mother ride off into the night on Cinnamon.
Eodwyn ran down the steps and into the stables, finding her small but strong horse, Ithilme. She was a silver horse that shined in the moonlight so Aragorn had told her the elvish word and it became the horse's name.
Eodwyn mounted the horse and shot off down the road, eastward bound. She didn't care if it was dark in the streets, she just wanted to fight, to prove that it didn't matter how young you were or how small, but how skilled you were with a sword. Since she didn't have a sheath for her dagger, she simply held it with one hand and stirrups in the other, riding off into the dangerous night. *****
Eowyn had only been riding for about twenty minutes when she came upon a small band of orcs. There were only about a dozen, and Eowyn knew she could handle them.
So she took her sword out of her sheath and charged towards them at full speed. They tried to scatter, but she easily picked off three of their heads and slashed another's arm off. When she came back around they tried fitting arrows on their bows, but couldn't shoot quick enough. Eowyn held a small smile of triumph when she stabbed an orc through the heart and immediately turned to slash another's throat.
These orcs were so much easier to kill than Uruk-Hai, and they were absolutely nothing in comparison to the Witch-King.
She went through them just three times and then looked back at their bodies. "Pathetic" she sighed, and then rode off back towards the east.
After about two more miles (10 minutes) of riding, she saw the great band of orcs that were moving in. A few hundred men were seen fighting among the orcs, but there were too many for the men to fight.
Eowyn dismounted her horse and drew both her dagger and sword out of their sheaths as she ran. She realized she was still in her night robe, but at the moment she was only concerned with the orcs that were making their way into the city. She also needed to stay away from Aragorn, although it was still so dark that she couldn't see the faces of the men who were fighting, only the glint of their swords.
The whole time Eowyn fought, she kept her mind focused on her children. She didn't know she could ever be so worried about getting injured or killed. She had to stay alive for her children.
She was beginning to have doubts. She knew she shouldn't be here, and that was when she got hit. She felt a sharp pain in her right arm and saw a deep wound there. She didn't drop her sword or falter, just stabbed the orc responsible through the heart and continued to fight her way through the never-ending army.
She kept her mind on the battle from then on even as her arm bled freely. She didn't know how long she had been fighting when the sky began to turn grey with approaching dawn. The orcs were thinning, and soon they all started to turn and run away from the light. Eowyn backed away and looked around.
Aragorn was not in sight and as she scanned the crowd of fighting men, but she thought she saw a small girl dressed in white. She did a double take and squinted hard into a small band of orcs surrounding a small child dressed in a white night dress. A shock of horror came over Eowyn as she began to run towards the band.
"Eodwyn no!" She cried desperately while she ran.
Suddenly a large strong arm wrapped around Eowyn's waist and she stopped in her tracks. She felt the blade of and orc sword press against her throat and stopped struggling.
"Eodwyn!" She cried again. The orcs had surrounded her and she watched as Eodwyn shouted something at the orcs, holding her small elven dagger up. The orcs laughed and Eowyn was pushed roughly forward, the sword pointing at her back now. As she neared the circle it opened into a half circle and the orc who had captured Eowyn spoke something in an evil language to the tallest one in the circle.
Eodwyn turned and saw her mother. "Mommy!" She cried, trying to run to Eowyn. The large orc grabbed her and pushed her to the ground harshly. Eodwyn looked up and examined her scraped elbow with tears in her eyes. The orcs laughed again and Eodwyn looked desperately to her mother for help, beginning to cry.
Eowyn couldn't do anything. She was force to her knees with her hands held behind her, and the orc still held a sword to her neck.
"Don't hurt her!" She cried. The orcs just continued to laugh.
"And why shouldn't we?" the tall one asked. Eowyn would've answered, had the sword not pressed harder on her throat so that if she swallowed she would have sliced her own throat, "I think this little one can be useful to us, we could have so much fun with her." He continued with an evil grin.
Eowyn cried out as he hit Eodwyn hard upside her head with the flat side of his sword. Eowyn let out a helpless whimper as she flew a few feet into the air and fell to the ground with a loud thud, unconscious.
The tall orc picked Eodwyn up and slung her carelessly over his shoulder.
"Eodwyn! Eodwyn no!" Eowyn cried desperately, tears streaming down her face. She struggled a bit, but the orc holding her hit her with the handle of his sword. Eowyn swayed slightly, struggling to hold onto consciousness. There was one thing on her mind as she fell back, lying on the hard ground as the black dots in front of her eyes got larger. *Eodwyn! *
Then Eowyn's world went black, and she knew no more. *****
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