Free
**Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are all owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, as are the names of the cities and some of the events that happen in the prologue.**
It seems easy now. Before, no matter what I did, she would not smile, not even a smirk. People have always thought me as a funny man, and yet she never laughed. They told me to give up, to let her be, but how could I give up on someone who, in my heart, I felt I could love one day. Hah. It seems hardly possible for her to love me back of course. Love truly never does work out for me. You could call it a bad luck, or that I have yet to find my soul mate, I just call it a curse. I will never feel true happiness, as people say. They seem to think that one cannot be happy unless in love, unless they have someone to sleep beside them at night. Although I wish for that, I do realize that with or without a lover, I am still happy. I just want Eowyn to be happy, to smile and laugh again. Ever since Saruman possessed her uncle's body, she has not a smile to share with the world. A smile from her beautiful lips. All I want, since the moment I saw her is for her to be happy. It seemed almost impossible then. But I knew there was a way, and it worked. She smiled that day and I shall never forget it. I suppose it started at my home, Gondor, where after weeping for my brother's death, I was greeted by a friendly stranger who vowed to help me win the woman of my dreams.
"I want her to be happy," Faramir sighed as he sipped his ale.
He sat in the wooden chair, looking at his companion sitting across from him. The blonde elf looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. Faramir knew nothing of this elf, he was actually the first elf Faramir had set eyes on. He examined the stranger's facial features, his pointy ears were truly odd to Faramir. He resisted any questions he wished to ask, in fear of being rude. He knew staring wasn't any better, so he shifted his eyes to the doorway, still thinking about the woman.
"So free her," the blonde unknown elf said.
Faramir looked at him, confused, but intrigued. Legolas of the Mirkwood realm was the elf's name. He looked at Legolas, hoping he would explain his thought.
"Just how am I supposed to do that?" Faramir asked.
"First, you should probably go to Rohan, I mean she does live there, not here, Faramir of Gondor," Legolas answered.
"I'm not stupid. I just don't understand how I'm supposed to free her, what does that even mean?"
"You'll find out, once you see her,"
"And I am to trust you! You don't even make sense!"
"It will make sense my friend. Think about it, perhaps you will understand it by the time you reach Rohan," Legolas replied.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Faramir laughed
"Hopefully we'll meet again, and you can introduce me to her, but I must be going,"
Legolas finished up his ale and stood up from the table. Faramir showed him to the door and watched him head off. He sighed, hoping that once he reached Rohan, Eowyn could love him. The following day, Faramir climbed his horse and headed on his journey to Rohan. As he rode, he tried to figure to what Legolas meant by his comment. He hoped he'd be able to help Eowyn. He galloped quickly, his dirty blonde hair blowing in front of his eyes, blurring his vision. The sun shown on his back, and he feared taking out one of his arrows as it would burn him at the touch. He continued down the path until suddenly the horse stepped on something that made him stop abruptly and made Faramir go flying off the front of him.
"That can't be good," Faramir said as he got up.
He brushed off his pants and turned to his horse. It seemed quite excited and hyper so Faramir rubbed it to calm it down.
"There, there boy, it's okay. I'm sure it was nothing. I'll go see," he said before backtracking a bit.
He came to something shiny on the path and knelt down to get a closer look. It seemed to be a necklace made of gold wire. He picked it up and examined it. It was light, as if made of feathers, but it shined like gold. It was thin, almost invisible to the distant eye. The only thing that gave it away was the glare it sent off when hit with the sunrays. It was welded and shaped into the form of two leaves connected together by a circular design.
Faramir seemed in awe over this simple piece of jewelry. He couldn't take his eyes off of it until he heard his horse cry again. He quickly remembered what he was doing and stood up. He climbed his horse and placed the necklace in his pocket. With a quick kick on the horse's side, he continued his journey.
**Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are all owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, as are the names of the cities and some of the events that happen in the prologue.**
It seems easy now. Before, no matter what I did, she would not smile, not even a smirk. People have always thought me as a funny man, and yet she never laughed. They told me to give up, to let her be, but how could I give up on someone who, in my heart, I felt I could love one day. Hah. It seems hardly possible for her to love me back of course. Love truly never does work out for me. You could call it a bad luck, or that I have yet to find my soul mate, I just call it a curse. I will never feel true happiness, as people say. They seem to think that one cannot be happy unless in love, unless they have someone to sleep beside them at night. Although I wish for that, I do realize that with or without a lover, I am still happy. I just want Eowyn to be happy, to smile and laugh again. Ever since Saruman possessed her uncle's body, she has not a smile to share with the world. A smile from her beautiful lips. All I want, since the moment I saw her is for her to be happy. It seemed almost impossible then. But I knew there was a way, and it worked. She smiled that day and I shall never forget it. I suppose it started at my home, Gondor, where after weeping for my brother's death, I was greeted by a friendly stranger who vowed to help me win the woman of my dreams.
"I want her to be happy," Faramir sighed as he sipped his ale.
He sat in the wooden chair, looking at his companion sitting across from him. The blonde elf looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. Faramir knew nothing of this elf, he was actually the first elf Faramir had set eyes on. He examined the stranger's facial features, his pointy ears were truly odd to Faramir. He resisted any questions he wished to ask, in fear of being rude. He knew staring wasn't any better, so he shifted his eyes to the doorway, still thinking about the woman.
"So free her," the blonde unknown elf said.
Faramir looked at him, confused, but intrigued. Legolas of the Mirkwood realm was the elf's name. He looked at Legolas, hoping he would explain his thought.
"Just how am I supposed to do that?" Faramir asked.
"First, you should probably go to Rohan, I mean she does live there, not here, Faramir of Gondor," Legolas answered.
"I'm not stupid. I just don't understand how I'm supposed to free her, what does that even mean?"
"You'll find out, once you see her,"
"And I am to trust you! You don't even make sense!"
"It will make sense my friend. Think about it, perhaps you will understand it by the time you reach Rohan," Legolas replied.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Faramir laughed
"Hopefully we'll meet again, and you can introduce me to her, but I must be going,"
Legolas finished up his ale and stood up from the table. Faramir showed him to the door and watched him head off. He sighed, hoping that once he reached Rohan, Eowyn could love him. The following day, Faramir climbed his horse and headed on his journey to Rohan. As he rode, he tried to figure to what Legolas meant by his comment. He hoped he'd be able to help Eowyn. He galloped quickly, his dirty blonde hair blowing in front of his eyes, blurring his vision. The sun shown on his back, and he feared taking out one of his arrows as it would burn him at the touch. He continued down the path until suddenly the horse stepped on something that made him stop abruptly and made Faramir go flying off the front of him.
"That can't be good," Faramir said as he got up.
He brushed off his pants and turned to his horse. It seemed quite excited and hyper so Faramir rubbed it to calm it down.
"There, there boy, it's okay. I'm sure it was nothing. I'll go see," he said before backtracking a bit.
He came to something shiny on the path and knelt down to get a closer look. It seemed to be a necklace made of gold wire. He picked it up and examined it. It was light, as if made of feathers, but it shined like gold. It was thin, almost invisible to the distant eye. The only thing that gave it away was the glare it sent off when hit with the sunrays. It was welded and shaped into the form of two leaves connected together by a circular design.
Faramir seemed in awe over this simple piece of jewelry. He couldn't take his eyes off of it until he heard his horse cry again. He quickly remembered what he was doing and stood up. He climbed his horse and placed the necklace in his pocket. With a quick kick on the horse's side, he continued his journey.