I am so sorry for the huge delay in the updates. (BEGS FORGIVNESS) I've had a lot of crazy things going on with me lately. Lots of problems at home and stuff. Anyhow I was also stumped for an idea on this next chapter. I'm sorry it's so short; I've been trying to think of something to write for it. Was my 19th birthday last Monday, so that's cool? Hope you like the chapter, and feel free to give me any Ideas for the next one!

Close your Eyes Chapter 19

(Else Where)

"Off we are away away! Far out in the tree's. As I'm sitting here above I think of… of…" Merry looked at Pippin, "What?" Pippin tapped his finger against his lips, "I don't know what rhymes with Tree's… Let's see I think of Bee's? No no that doesn't work…" Merry groaned, "Of all times you think of songs now?" Pippin pulled his leg up steadying himself on tree beards head. "I only think I should try to make a song about our great story." Merry rolled his eyes. "I don't suppose you have it already written in that stupid head of yours?" Pippin sighed but smiled widely. "Well Merry it was my idea to go closer to Sauromon. If it weren't for me… Why perhaps we wouldn't even be here." Merry groaned, "My mistake, excuse me." Pippin grinned, "All is forgiven!" Merry raised an eyebrow, "Pip you are truly somethin' else you know that?" Pippin looked at Merry. "What else would I be Merry?" "Never mind Pippin Never mind."

The water that had escaped over Sauromon's tower slowly began to stop running down the stone with a grey blue look to it. The Orc's that had remained near the tower began to drown and sink down into the shaft where they had prepared their weapons of war. Pippin smiled widely. "You know Merry; we did a real good thing." Merry scratched his head, "I suppose we did Pip." Pippin sighed and leaned his head against the ancient tree. "I wonder if we'll be put into songs and stories too. I imagine Frodo will be, perhaps we all will share a part in this." Merry sighed pulling his arm up over a branch, "I think so Pippin, makes sense I suppose." Pippin looked at Merry with a concerned face, "You don't seem happy…" Merry shook his head. "I'm just tired Pip, it's been a long time since we were able to relax don't you think?" Pippin nodded, "Let's just take a breather now ok?" Pippin rubbed his eyes, "I understand."

(At Helm's Deep)

Eowyn sat in front of her mirror. She stared deep into her own eyes, there was nothing but suffering behind them. She stared at herself; her back ached in agonizing pain. She had pulled a shawl over it to keep her wounds concealed, but as she removed it the cold air etched its way into the jagged wounds. 'What am I doing now?' Eowyn pulled her hair over her shoulders. And slowly tried to undo the back of her dress, the string was fairly tight and her bloodied back had pressed into it and dried. Eowyn rested her hands on the wooden dresser in front of her; she stared at herself and closed her eyes trying to keep herself composed. A hot flash fell over her and her eyes felt like weights pulling her down. 'I'm a fool… a stupid fool…' she said to herself.

Eowyn didn't move as she heard the door open, most likely someone else here to punish her. "I suppose you're here to ridicule me again?" she said aloud as Faramir's reflection came into the mirror. "No that's not it actually." Eowyn closed her eyes then, "Then what?" Faramir stepped up behind her, "I wanted to tell you…I know you are sorry." Eowyn smirked slightly, but it faded. "That's comforting." Faramir bit his fist trying not to show his feelings. "I wanted to apologize for the things I said." Eowyn stood even though it pained her, her gashes ripped open and spilled over the strings that held her dress closed. "You have no need to apologize my lord; I got what I deserved… that is what I am told." Faramir walked towards Eowyn but stopped himself.

"I suppose I should live with myself then… I should have known I would have no one… Theodred was all I had, and he is dead… I have nothing, not even my pride." Faramir put a hand on Eowyn's shoulder; her skin was cold but smooth like the surface of glass. Eowyn turned towards Faramir, "I would not expect you to understand." Faramir tried to shrug off his feelings for this girl; he wondered why his emotions wandered so. "Your wounds will not heal properly if you do not remove your dress." Eowyn laughed lightly, "Was that your intention then? To get me down to my core?" Faramir looked away, "I wanted to show you some concern my lady." Eowyn didn't want concern, she wanted love… she didn't feel loved and she didn't think she ever would be again.

Faramir turned Eowyn towards the wall, and slowly undid the string on the dress. Ever so carefully pulling the fabric away from her skin, he tried to cause her as little pain as he could. Eowyn's eyes wandered about the room. 'What's happening?' she thought, Faramir took up the rag from the water basin near the end of the bed. "Don't move…" he said silently, Eowyn shivered in pain and comfort. As the coolness of the water spilled over her back, lengths of pink water streamed down her back down under her skirt and around her legs. The very feeling itself made her want to fall apart. Faramir pulled a chair from the desk and put it in front of Eowyn. "It would work better it you took your dress off." For once Eowyn didn't protest, this felt right some how.

Slowly Eowyn brushed off the sleeves of the dress as she faced Faramir, her profile was breathing. Beautiful and innocent, 'A woman like her could have something like this inside? Beneath her shell there is something of utter beauty.' Faramir watched as Eowyn let her dress fall around her. And she turned and sat on the chair backwards, "Is that better?" she asked, Faramir nodded, "Uh yeah that's… better."

Eowyn winced as Faramir slowly traced the cloth over her back, pulling the blood and dirt away from the wounds. Her body glowed a pale orange in the low candle light. Faramir had never seen a woman… not this way, Eowyn bore herself to him. Her beautiful body was like a newly opened flower, torn by a cold and bitter winter.

'What is this feeling? This feeling inside of me?' Faramir wondered to himself, Eowyn had wronged everyone around her. Aragorn, Eomer, Legolas everyone. He wondered why she did the things she had done, a power struggle perhaps. It didn't really faze him now. He had hated the things she had done, spiteful evil things. Only a woman could do. Though in some strange way, he wanted her. It wasn't the same as his lust for Legolas; it was a different kind of feeling. A warm and strange feeling. Like his stomach tightened when she was around, and his eyes burned. Maybe he had tried to convince himself that he was sickened by her, and maybe that is what it was. But he had convinced himself otherwise that this was different.