You don't think that I should continue this story do you? I mean what would
be the point of that? Maybe I should just leave it where it is and let you
all stew a little while.
JUST DON'T KILL ME FOR PROCRASTINATION! I LOVE YOU ALL AND I DON'T WANT TO FEEL GUILTY!!!!!!!!
I should really like to thank anyone who pressed me to continue. I was a bit with the doubting as to wether I should or not. I just feel really badly about how the last chapter went so I was reluctant to continue however it seems that a lot of people would like me to so I shall. Me, myself, I thought it was horrible and I basically closed a lot of options to how the story was to go. I know basically what I want to do but it probably isn't the best ending I could have thought up for this story. I just hope that when I get there you will enjoy it.
I bet you are wondering how Eowyn is going to get out of that evil sticky predicament I put her in. Well you will find out right now.
For Edgy Wedgy: How exactly did you find Eowyn to be empty? Okay FOR EVERYONE THEN: I trust you all when you tell me something is wrong with her character but as the author I cannot see it. I'm sure she is missing some key element but I don't know what it is. Does it mess with the story? Id kind of like.... lets say... a detailed analysis. I know I am demanding just forgive me. It is like painting. When you paint you cant see the flaws because you have been staring at them so long you do not notice the little details only the bigger perspective. My vision is hazed... enlighten me as to how to correct my errors. Thank you.
For Noelerin: I do think that I need to look farther into what I am writing when I write it. Still... It would not seem likely that Amaden, yes he is an elf, would have really heard the thoughts of Wormtongue as he snuck up on them. His thoughts were a bit preoccupied with Eowyn. I really do not have the room or opportunities in this story to get in all the little details because this is from the perspective of Eowyn and I want things to be shown the way she remembers them as if she was telling a story. Give me a while. Maybe when I have more skill I will be able to mix action, history, emotion, and thought together in a more fluid way. But for now... be happy! It is my Birthday!
***
Slimy lips pressed to my forehead firmly before their owner stepped back from me to observe his work.
I was dying. A quite familiar but unsettling voice sounded in my head, laughing mirthlessly at me. It said," Your worst suspicions are confirmed." My own sarcastic laughed rung in my ears and zapped my mental wellbeing. "You can die as can any man, woman, or child. You thought you were so strong... look at yourself! Look at your sword protruding from your own gut! Your own sword! How many times did you threaten to kill him with it? -And look what happened to you!"
I retreated from the insanity of my own mind trying to find solace in what was happening around me. The only problem was that there was none to be found.
The Snake mock bowed to me deeply. Deeply enough that he could look at me at face level, "Good night, Lady Eowyn. I assure you it has been a pleasure, but I have no further use for you." A malicious grin rode across his face like galloping white horses over a red hill that were his teeth and his lips. He beckoned to Amaden who looked horror struck.
The pain was agonizing. My guts had been ripped apart. I could hardly pay attention to anything else but I kept my mind as focused as possible on the scene in front of my eyes. I was desperate to see if there was something I could do to prevent more trouble from Wormtongue.... Wait a minute here! Something I could do??? My life blood is flowing onto the ground and all I can think of still is to protect Amaden and Faramir? Sure they are my friends but there is nothing I can do for them.
The Snake could not hurt Amaden with his protection charm but there were things worse than physical pain. Things worse for the soul than physical pain.
Wormtongue beckoned again towards Amaden, "Come with me if you want to protect the heir of the Steward of Gondor, you can do nothing for this whore." The ruthless slime ball strode out of my view while my self- proclaimed guardian continued to stare at me with a painfully furrowed forehead.
Slowly Amaden turned away with closed eyes and followed the Snake. I could no longer see him, but I heard a final sigh of resignation and it tore my heart to pieces.
***
In the few minutes I had left I reflected on what I had accomplished in this short journey of mine. As I thought back on it I first recounted how little effect I had gained in anything. I was useless. I couldn't save my father and I ended up putting both Amaden and Faramir in danger. Not to mention losing my own life. And I lost it for nothing at all.
I held my wound in a effort to retain some of my blood. A vain effort. I was afraid of death. Utterly afraid. For all my huffiness for my cruel stoic emotionless behavior I could be afraid! I was afraid! I still am afraid! Fear is part of the human life. No one cannot evade fear. I was stupid to pretend that I wasn't. It was one of my weaknesses. I wasted life.
In my fear I began to sing little songs to myself. The imminence of death being startlingly relevant to me now was driving my mind crazy. I attempted to block out the pain and consternation the best way my conscious could figure to do it.
The first song repeated its lyrics incessantly inside my head. As much as I tried I couldn't remove it. I could not focus. The words were alien to me. I don't even remember hearing them before. I must have unless a wandering mind is to create random songs. It could be possible.
Two lines to the song stuck in my brain as my blood began to peak through my fingers and dribble down Amaden's cloak again:
Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
It made me cry that I could not remember the next words to the song. It wasn't so silly for me that I cried. My tears were slipping out for this only because they had been withheld for all the other things that I had restrained myself from crying about.
Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
I couldn't figure it out. Damn all that walks on two legs! A lump grew in my throat and I held it with a bloodied palm before I began to sob. I was growing weaker. My hand slid down my neck as I rested my dreary eyes.
I should not be afraid anymore! There is no reason to be afraid! I can't stop this from happening!!!!!!
So do not fear, I told myself. My hand grasped reasurringly around the small spherical gem that hung on my copper link necklace.
HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!?
I shakily unhooked the necklace and the emerald green vial Amaden had given my in the Dark Forbidden shown like a beacon in front of my dreary eyes.
I laughed at myself. And began to sing the lines on the bottle even though the golden script was in elvish:
'Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
May you find this tool useful.'
I had all I needed in the two lines that I remembered! My hands shook and I barely concealed a screech of pain as I withdrew my sword, the Grime, from my belly gingerly. My stomach began to spurt out most of the remaining life force I had from the very pit of my being and even farther than that. The sword had indeed ran through me nearly entirely. I could tell that no vital organs had been ruptured because if they had I would be dead by now. I had been sitting here ten minutes, alive, because the sword had partially held me together. The only problem was blood loss. Now that the sword was removed I was bleeding profusely and I had but seconds before I would pass out and die.
In those few seconds I had gulped down the contents of the vial while holding my gut together the best I could so that it might mend in proper shape. All I could think of was making sure that my companions got through this all in one piece. Even as I was ingesting the potion I did not thinking about what I was doing. I dribbled a few of the precious drops down my chin and had to lick them up with my tongue. I only hoped that it did not dampen or even possibly negate the intended effect of the potion.
The effects definitely were not negated. I untied the cinch to the robe and pulled it apart to expose my belly. My stomach was shimmering with a golden light as before my eyes a glassy looking substance boiled up from the depths of my gut and coated the wound.
In a matter of seconds it hardened and a second layer of the glassy substance seeped over the gash. This time it was a red tinted liquid that was not as thick as blood or as opaque as I could clearly see my internal anatomy through it. My cuts, abrasions, and bruises also went through a similar transformation to my delight and curiosity.
A third green healing layer seeped out of my skin and pooled above the direct center of the wounds. As soon as this happened my skin began to pull back together as the glass disappeared into it. The glass shrunk and the skin tightened. This was the only painful part of the healing experience as you may probably imagine that it would be. It was over in a matter of about ten seconds however and the golden glow of my skin vanished back into it and my body looked as if it had never been harmed except for a tiny trace of scar left over my gut which I assume remained only because of the few drops of potion that I had dripped down my chin.
I stood up but felt quite dizzy and I could imagine why. Blood had pooled the floors where I had lain. To this very day that I am relating this tale to you the stains of this horror have not completely been removed. A residue of my pain glorifies the tours of the Castle to the curious visitors of other lands. They call it the noble sacrifice of Eowyn. Her sacrifice to save her kingdom.
Bah!
I had sacrificed nothing that hour of my free will. The real courage was yet to come and I was not the noble heroine that I would have liked to have be. In the real world a person cannot triumph on their own. People must work together to reach a common goal. If this is not done then nothing shall ever be accomplished. In the following hours my love for my friends was to soar above any love I had ever felt for any one. Allow me to continue this tale for you at a later time. It is growing late and I am weary at the rememberance of what was and what was to come.
JUST DON'T KILL ME FOR PROCRASTINATION! I LOVE YOU ALL AND I DON'T WANT TO FEEL GUILTY!!!!!!!!
I should really like to thank anyone who pressed me to continue. I was a bit with the doubting as to wether I should or not. I just feel really badly about how the last chapter went so I was reluctant to continue however it seems that a lot of people would like me to so I shall. Me, myself, I thought it was horrible and I basically closed a lot of options to how the story was to go. I know basically what I want to do but it probably isn't the best ending I could have thought up for this story. I just hope that when I get there you will enjoy it.
I bet you are wondering how Eowyn is going to get out of that evil sticky predicament I put her in. Well you will find out right now.
For Edgy Wedgy: How exactly did you find Eowyn to be empty? Okay FOR EVERYONE THEN: I trust you all when you tell me something is wrong with her character but as the author I cannot see it. I'm sure she is missing some key element but I don't know what it is. Does it mess with the story? Id kind of like.... lets say... a detailed analysis. I know I am demanding just forgive me. It is like painting. When you paint you cant see the flaws because you have been staring at them so long you do not notice the little details only the bigger perspective. My vision is hazed... enlighten me as to how to correct my errors. Thank you.
For Noelerin: I do think that I need to look farther into what I am writing when I write it. Still... It would not seem likely that Amaden, yes he is an elf, would have really heard the thoughts of Wormtongue as he snuck up on them. His thoughts were a bit preoccupied with Eowyn. I really do not have the room or opportunities in this story to get in all the little details because this is from the perspective of Eowyn and I want things to be shown the way she remembers them as if she was telling a story. Give me a while. Maybe when I have more skill I will be able to mix action, history, emotion, and thought together in a more fluid way. But for now... be happy! It is my Birthday!
***
Slimy lips pressed to my forehead firmly before their owner stepped back from me to observe his work.
I was dying. A quite familiar but unsettling voice sounded in my head, laughing mirthlessly at me. It said," Your worst suspicions are confirmed." My own sarcastic laughed rung in my ears and zapped my mental wellbeing. "You can die as can any man, woman, or child. You thought you were so strong... look at yourself! Look at your sword protruding from your own gut! Your own sword! How many times did you threaten to kill him with it? -And look what happened to you!"
I retreated from the insanity of my own mind trying to find solace in what was happening around me. The only problem was that there was none to be found.
The Snake mock bowed to me deeply. Deeply enough that he could look at me at face level, "Good night, Lady Eowyn. I assure you it has been a pleasure, but I have no further use for you." A malicious grin rode across his face like galloping white horses over a red hill that were his teeth and his lips. He beckoned to Amaden who looked horror struck.
The pain was agonizing. My guts had been ripped apart. I could hardly pay attention to anything else but I kept my mind as focused as possible on the scene in front of my eyes. I was desperate to see if there was something I could do to prevent more trouble from Wormtongue.... Wait a minute here! Something I could do??? My life blood is flowing onto the ground and all I can think of still is to protect Amaden and Faramir? Sure they are my friends but there is nothing I can do for them.
The Snake could not hurt Amaden with his protection charm but there were things worse than physical pain. Things worse for the soul than physical pain.
Wormtongue beckoned again towards Amaden, "Come with me if you want to protect the heir of the Steward of Gondor, you can do nothing for this whore." The ruthless slime ball strode out of my view while my self- proclaimed guardian continued to stare at me with a painfully furrowed forehead.
Slowly Amaden turned away with closed eyes and followed the Snake. I could no longer see him, but I heard a final sigh of resignation and it tore my heart to pieces.
***
In the few minutes I had left I reflected on what I had accomplished in this short journey of mine. As I thought back on it I first recounted how little effect I had gained in anything. I was useless. I couldn't save my father and I ended up putting both Amaden and Faramir in danger. Not to mention losing my own life. And I lost it for nothing at all.
I held my wound in a effort to retain some of my blood. A vain effort. I was afraid of death. Utterly afraid. For all my huffiness for my cruel stoic emotionless behavior I could be afraid! I was afraid! I still am afraid! Fear is part of the human life. No one cannot evade fear. I was stupid to pretend that I wasn't. It was one of my weaknesses. I wasted life.
In my fear I began to sing little songs to myself. The imminence of death being startlingly relevant to me now was driving my mind crazy. I attempted to block out the pain and consternation the best way my conscious could figure to do it.
The first song repeated its lyrics incessantly inside my head. As much as I tried I couldn't remove it. I could not focus. The words were alien to me. I don't even remember hearing them before. I must have unless a wandering mind is to create random songs. It could be possible.
Two lines to the song stuck in my brain as my blood began to peak through my fingers and dribble down Amaden's cloak again:
Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
It made me cry that I could not remember the next words to the song. It wasn't so silly for me that I cried. My tears were slipping out for this only because they had been withheld for all the other things that I had restrained myself from crying about.
Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
I couldn't figure it out. Damn all that walks on two legs! A lump grew in my throat and I held it with a bloodied palm before I began to sob. I was growing weaker. My hand slid down my neck as I rested my dreary eyes.
I should not be afraid anymore! There is no reason to be afraid! I can't stop this from happening!!!!!!
So do not fear, I told myself. My hand grasped reasurringly around the small spherical gem that hung on my copper link necklace.
HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!?
I shakily unhooked the necklace and the emerald green vial Amaden had given my in the Dark Forbidden shown like a beacon in front of my dreary eyes.
I laughed at myself. And began to sing the lines on the bottle even though the golden script was in elvish:
'Wings of life to evade defeat of purpose.
Life in exchange for a small price to you.
May you find this tool useful.'
I had all I needed in the two lines that I remembered! My hands shook and I barely concealed a screech of pain as I withdrew my sword, the Grime, from my belly gingerly. My stomach began to spurt out most of the remaining life force I had from the very pit of my being and even farther than that. The sword had indeed ran through me nearly entirely. I could tell that no vital organs had been ruptured because if they had I would be dead by now. I had been sitting here ten minutes, alive, because the sword had partially held me together. The only problem was blood loss. Now that the sword was removed I was bleeding profusely and I had but seconds before I would pass out and die.
In those few seconds I had gulped down the contents of the vial while holding my gut together the best I could so that it might mend in proper shape. All I could think of was making sure that my companions got through this all in one piece. Even as I was ingesting the potion I did not thinking about what I was doing. I dribbled a few of the precious drops down my chin and had to lick them up with my tongue. I only hoped that it did not dampen or even possibly negate the intended effect of the potion.
The effects definitely were not negated. I untied the cinch to the robe and pulled it apart to expose my belly. My stomach was shimmering with a golden light as before my eyes a glassy looking substance boiled up from the depths of my gut and coated the wound.
In a matter of seconds it hardened and a second layer of the glassy substance seeped over the gash. This time it was a red tinted liquid that was not as thick as blood or as opaque as I could clearly see my internal anatomy through it. My cuts, abrasions, and bruises also went through a similar transformation to my delight and curiosity.
A third green healing layer seeped out of my skin and pooled above the direct center of the wounds. As soon as this happened my skin began to pull back together as the glass disappeared into it. The glass shrunk and the skin tightened. This was the only painful part of the healing experience as you may probably imagine that it would be. It was over in a matter of about ten seconds however and the golden glow of my skin vanished back into it and my body looked as if it had never been harmed except for a tiny trace of scar left over my gut which I assume remained only because of the few drops of potion that I had dripped down my chin.
I stood up but felt quite dizzy and I could imagine why. Blood had pooled the floors where I had lain. To this very day that I am relating this tale to you the stains of this horror have not completely been removed. A residue of my pain glorifies the tours of the Castle to the curious visitors of other lands. They call it the noble sacrifice of Eowyn. Her sacrifice to save her kingdom.
Bah!
I had sacrificed nothing that hour of my free will. The real courage was yet to come and I was not the noble heroine that I would have liked to have be. In the real world a person cannot triumph on their own. People must work together to reach a common goal. If this is not done then nothing shall ever be accomplished. In the following hours my love for my friends was to soar above any love I had ever felt for any one. Allow me to continue this tale for you at a later time. It is growing late and I am weary at the rememberance of what was and what was to come.
