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center The True Life of Eowyn
center By Morwen Eledhwen Author's Note-i Possible spoilers for Return of the King (book and Movies) Prologue
Sunlight shone into the room through an old broken window. The room was stuffy and hot, no breeze blew in through the shattered window. The room was also dusty, as the room and its objects hadn't been used for years. The eerie silence was disrupted by a click and scraping sound as a key entered the age old lock and turned. The door was pushed open and a tall willowy woman entered. Behind her was a man. He was somewhat tallish and had a stocky build with broad shoulders.
The woman strode into the room, the train of her dress picking up dust and making a wide shiny stripe on the ancient stone floor. The man, seeing the floating dust, hesitated, but nonetheless followed the woman inside. Soon, he was coughing and his eyes were red from irritation.
"Can we make this quick, Eowyn?" He asked the woman.
"As long as it takes, Faramir." The woman, Eowyn answered the man, Faramir.
Eowyn stood in the center of the room, looking at the artifacts of her youth.
i'Artifacts? What am I ancient?' she asked herself.
i'No, but now you are getting married, stupid.' She suppressed the urge to laugh at her subconscious.
Faramir watched his wife-to-be's inner conversations and grinned. The dust was starting to settle, so his allergies weren't really bothering him anymore. He thought back on the events of the past month. The war, the Black Breath, in the houses of healing with Eowyn, the return of the king and the funeral of Eowyn's uncle. They were here today to bring some of Eowyn's old things to Minas Tirith with them. They were, after all, getting married in three weeks time.
Eowyn smiled as she picked up an old history book. She wished she could bring everything, but alas, she could not. She put the book down and looked up as Faramir held up a book that had caught his eye. The little book was battered with a green, leather cover and many pages. He blew the dust off the cover just as Eowyn remembered what book it was.
i'My Diary!!' She snatched the book out of his hand, just as he was a bout to open the cover.
Faramir gave her a look. After all, people normally didn't snatch where he came from maybe in Rohan they did but.
"It's my diary!" she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, pardon me." He said still taken aback by the snatch.
"Can I read it?" he asked. What can he say, he was curious, iespecially after The Snatch.
i'What can I say, I'm getting married and the diary was from when I was thirteen.' "Oh, alright" she said with a sigh, "but keep in mind I was thirteen."
Faramir didn't answer, in fact he didn't give any indication of hearing, he was already lost in Eowyn's diary
TBC. Well, how was it? Encourage me, criticize me I don't care!!! (I prefer encouragement though, hint hint) Remenber if you want a diary or third person vote!!! Its prolly gonna be a diary, but Ill warn u now, its not gonna be
April 23 Dear Diary, Blah blah blah blah blah.
center The True Life of Eowyn
center By Morwen Eledhwen Author's Note-i Possible spoilers for Return of the King (book and Movies) Prologue
Sunlight shone into the room through an old broken window. The room was stuffy and hot, no breeze blew in through the shattered window. The room was also dusty, as the room and its objects hadn't been used for years. The eerie silence was disrupted by a click and scraping sound as a key entered the age old lock and turned. The door was pushed open and a tall willowy woman entered. Behind her was a man. He was somewhat tallish and had a stocky build with broad shoulders.
The woman strode into the room, the train of her dress picking up dust and making a wide shiny stripe on the ancient stone floor. The man, seeing the floating dust, hesitated, but nonetheless followed the woman inside. Soon, he was coughing and his eyes were red from irritation.
"Can we make this quick, Eowyn?" He asked the woman.
"As long as it takes, Faramir." The woman, Eowyn answered the man, Faramir.
Eowyn stood in the center of the room, looking at the artifacts of her youth.
i'Artifacts? What am I ancient?' she asked herself.
i'No, but now you are getting married, stupid.' She suppressed the urge to laugh at her subconscious.
Faramir watched his wife-to-be's inner conversations and grinned. The dust was starting to settle, so his allergies weren't really bothering him anymore. He thought back on the events of the past month. The war, the Black Breath, in the houses of healing with Eowyn, the return of the king and the funeral of Eowyn's uncle. They were here today to bring some of Eowyn's old things to Minas Tirith with them. They were, after all, getting married in three weeks time.
Eowyn smiled as she picked up an old history book. She wished she could bring everything, but alas, she could not. She put the book down and looked up as Faramir held up a book that had caught his eye. The little book was battered with a green, leather cover and many pages. He blew the dust off the cover just as Eowyn remembered what book it was.
i'My Diary!!' She snatched the book out of his hand, just as he was a bout to open the cover.
Faramir gave her a look. After all, people normally didn't snatch where he came from maybe in Rohan they did but.
"It's my diary!" she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, pardon me." He said still taken aback by the snatch.
"Can I read it?" he asked. What can he say, he was curious, iespecially after The Snatch.
i'What can I say, I'm getting married and the diary was from when I was thirteen.' "Oh, alright" she said with a sigh, "but keep in mind I was thirteen."
Faramir didn't answer, in fact he didn't give any indication of hearing, he was already lost in Eowyn's diary
TBC. Well, how was it? Encourage me, criticize me I don't care!!! (I prefer encouragement though, hint hint) Remenber if you want a diary or third person vote!!! Its prolly gonna be a diary, but Ill warn u now, its not gonna be
April 23 Dear Diary, Blah blah blah blah blah.