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Close your Eyes Chapter 21

The hallowed halls were silent in the early morning, the bright light of a sun clouded morning peeked through Eowyn's window. She had not awakened yet; her fair hair was limp as it lay swaying lightly over the side of the wooden bed. Her skin was a water mist color, white and beautiful, with cherry colored cheeks. Faramir stood over the bed looking down at her; she was breathtaking when she wasn't talking he thought. He laughed to himself a bit over that. He welcomed the morning breeze as it brushed his hair over his face lightly.

Eowyn stirred slightly then and Faramir backed himself slowly out of the room to the doorway, he watched silently the way she slept. It was peaceful and made him happy in a strange way. The rise and fall of her chest so lightly, her golden hair frail and shimmering in the morning light. Even how she smelled drove his heart to madness. 'By the gods she is by far the fairest woman I have seen.' Though she had been venomous and spiteful to everyone around her, Faramir understood her feelings more than she knew he did. They were alone in this world. Everyone she loved was gone from her and distrusting of her. He knew this feeling, hard and lonely. Pulling up against your heart like daggers gliding through throat less flowers.

"I pity her." Faramir turned at the voice, Eomer stood behind him staring into the room. "There is no emotion in her eyes… I have seen those eyes before. They once were my own." Faramir did not understand this and turned back to stare at Eowyn, "I mean not to give her sympathy believe me." Faramir sighed but held in his breath before he was about to say something. "I do not expect you to answer me sir, all I know is she is hurt inside. If I had known things would come out this way I know somehow I would have stopped it." Faramir's eyes shifted slightly, "Only she can decide her own fate lord Eomer, it is not ours to meddle in." Eomer barley moved at the comment, "You love her." Faramir turned to face Eomer then, "I can see it. You can deny it but I have seen your kind I know what your heart is saying, it is ever shown to me."

Faramir smirked slightly. "Do you? Then if you claim to be so intelligent, why don't you turn that perspective on yourself. I'm sure you can find something worthwhile underneath that armor. If not don't waste my time." Eomer breathed through his teeth. "Do not put blames on me Eomer, she is your sister. You of all should have taken some credit for the way she has turned out." Eomer glared, "Your threats do not reach me." Faramir grinned, "I do not make threats you're not worth my time to make them." Eomer grit his teeth but could not pick up from the comment and walked off.

(Elsewhere)

Haldir sat upon a large stone that had been where they camped out, he remembered when they finished the spell. Legolas had passed out moments later and they had walked only a half hours time before they had to rest. The spell was draining and all were showered with fatigue and bitter cold to the bone. Aragorn finally awoke then; he scrambled to sit as he noticed Legolas wasn't next to him. "Haldir?" he said confused, Haldir sat peacefully on the rock. Aragorn limped over to the stone; his heroic jump down the hole had injured his legs. "Where is Legolas?" Haldir said nothing though; his face was calm, a stone look to it. Pale and white in the near after noon sun.

"He left early this morning." Aragorn's eyes widened, "Left to where? We must find him! He could be hurt." Haldir looked down smiling slightly. "Come we must leave now, we can catch up to him." Haldir laughed slightly then more. Aragorn turned to him with a confused and angry look. "What do you find so amusing?" Haldir ran his tongue over his teeth. "You don't know which way he went do you?" Aragorn stopped then dropping his gear. As Haldir started to laugh in a sad tone. "He hates me." Aragorn said sitting down on the grass. "I believe he does." Haldir said scratching his palms. "But why?" Haldir looked up at the sky, the wind was blowing warmly and the sun was like a hot moon behind the clouds.

"Love is a strange thing Aragorn. It can set one free or leave you caged within yourself." Aragorn felt his eyes get hot and his fists hurt as his nails pressed into them. "Time is also strange I suppose." Haldir added as he walked over to the small fire he had made, "Time can be only moments to some and it can be pulled to lengths that become inscriptions within them." Aragorn turned his eyes to Haldir who seemed not to care much that Legolas was gone, "I don't understand, why can't you speak straight to me." Haldir poked at the fire shooting fiery sprites of ash into the air as the wood settled. "Some of us need more time than others Aragorn." Aragorn turned his gaze to the ground once again then, looking into his hands. Dirty and full of blood, his own inflicted pain.

"It is not up to us what he does Aragorn, let him alone now. Accept his decision… you know he has taken in a lot from both of us. It is his turn to decide what he needs now." Aragorn did not want to accept this, "Estel… I love you too." He could not erase the words from his mind, Legolas had told him. "I will never let you be alone." He had said to him, and now where was he? He was gone. Walked away from him in the birth of morning. Aragorn shivered with fear of what might become of Legolas.

(In another place)

'Pricking thorns, pulling… pulling me back.' Legolas thought, 'There is so much evil in the hearts of men, and no way to elude it.' He had been walking for hours now, since the early morning to noon now. He felt different inside, cold almost. His heart was like a great stone pounding and panging inside his chest. Hurting him and fueling his mind to press on, he soon had to stop though. His legs would not allow him to go any further. Legolas slouched down against a large boulder; he looked up at the tree that was leaning over him. Its green leaves turning in the breeze. Legolas sighed. He turned suddenly startled by flowers brushing against him. "That wasn't polite." He said to them, the flowers turned their petals in slightly. "As if you would wilt now."

The flowers were a vibrant fuchsia color, with strong green stems and beautiful yellow centers. "Men are strange." Legolas said aloud, nature seemed to bend to him wanting to listen, the wind pushed against him, turning the leaves shimmering tops to face him. Legolas laughed lightly, "You would ask me to explain this? There are too many answers to give." The flowers brushed their heads against his arm then. As he continued. "Words are poison to me… Cold and sadistic, like jealousy's gaze. I know what it is men desire. Their words will fill my head but I dare not speak to them, I can feel their bodies tremble and twitch when they look at me. Eyes searching and staring at me. Itching all over like hot sand." The flowers drooped slightly. And Legolas smiled, "But not are all this way." A flower stood tall as Legolas traced his finger up the naked stem and reassured the delicate creature with his water like eyes.

"It is a riddling question though, who to trust…" the grass seemed to sing as the wind washed over him. Legolas stared out at the sky; the clouds were spreading away from the golden planet shining high above him. He smiled at the sound of the silence; it was so loud in his ears and gave him peace. His sapphire eyes glinted holding oceans of tears and centuries of memory. There was a sun striking glance engraved on his face. Angry, he was so angry at Aragorn. Though he could not place the reason, he posed that he just had not had time enough to get over the rejection that had swept him into his own grief.