The Real Life of Eowyn
Morwen Eledhwen A/N: I guess this would be a spoiler for the Return of the King book and/or movie. I also forgot to put a disclaimer on the Prologue but it's below ( I also realized the prologue is all messed up with the html tags (or whatever you call them –lol) and I plan on fixing it when I'm on my computer where I have it stored and have time. Sorry about the tags by the way ( Disclaimer: I own only the plot, which I hope, is original. Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer and other familiar names and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and…publisher people I guess…oh well… Onward matey! (Sorry, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean and I've been talking like a pirate ever since…)
Chapter I
Rohan, April 3008
My name is Eowyn and welcome to the life of…well…me. I am thirteen years old and the niece and surrogate daughter of Theoden, Lord of Rohan. You see, my parents, Eomer and Theodwyn died when I was younger, within a yea of each other*. So my brother Eomer and I were sort of adopted by our mother's brother Theoden. Uncle Theoden's wife Elfhild died after giving birth to my cousin Theodred who is about seventeen years older then me, thirteen years older then Eomer. This lovely morning in early April, I stumbled out of bed and bathed to wake myself up properly. After my bath I clad myself in a simple pale green dress, braided my hair and set off to the dining hall of Meduseld for breakfast. I guess I should tell you about myself, starting with my physical appearance. I am still quite short, standing at 5 foot 3. My blonde hair falls down to my elbows in waves of golden wheat. My, that was poetic. My eyes re a bluish-gray like the sky before an April shower. What am I coming to with all these metaphors and similes? It must be a phase… By now I stood outside the doors of the dining hall. Before entering I brought my shoulders back and lifted my chin imperiously. I guess you can guess what sort of person I am. I'm sarcastic and confident. I'm not arrogant or conceited; never make the mistake of thinking I am either. Although now that I'm thirteen my confidence is at its highest point on the outside even though inside I feel like…well…not so confident. I wouldn't say it's a big pose, because I am like that…just not when I get all awkward.
I entered the hall shoulders back, chest out, stomach in, chin up. I glided in a way I hoped was regal to the dais where my uncle and most important noblemen sat. I took my usual seat beside Eomer. Uncle sat at the head of the table with Eomer on his left and Theodred on his right. I sat on Eomer's left across from an advisor of my Uncle's Grima, who always looked at me like he was a starving man and I was a piece of juicy meat. This of course did not settle well with my cousin and brother and they took the liberty of teaching him a lesson he'd never forget. I whispered a demure "Good morning my Lords" as Eomer greeted me with a clap on the shoulder which nearly sent my forehead crashing into the polished oak table.
Honestly! He doesn't even realize his own strength! He smiled apologetically and I smiled weakly in return. To redeem himself he loaded my plate with eggs bacon and toast**. The doors opened again and I turned to see who entered. Immediately, I felt my face heat up and I turned back to my food. It was Dernhelm, my crush since I discovered boys. He parted ways with his friends and came towards the dais, taking a seat with his father near the foot of the table. I began eating so fast even Theodred gave me a funny look. I finished in record time, pushing my chair back with a hurried "bye!" and fled the hall. I made my way to the royal stables. I took the familiar stone path and wondered what I would do that day. Maybe Eomer would teach me more sword fighting. Though I'm a girl and most girls in Rohan desire only to marry a noble, handsome man and reproduce I, on the other hand, want to do something useful with my life. I want to fight, I want to help and protect others. Now that sounds corny. Oh, yes, throw marrying Dernhelm in there and you have my life's goals. Anyway, I entered the stables and turned down a corridor. On either side there were rows of stalls containing the pride of the Mark; the horses of the Rohirrim. As I passed, I patted a white stallion more then sixteen hands tall. {A/N- I'm not a horse person so please correct me if I'm wrong or being more then Sixteen hands is impossible:)} This was my brother's mount, Rana. I was surprised when I learned my brother's choice for his horse's name. Rana is a High-Elven name for the moon.
By the stars! My brother actually listens during lessons!
Beside Rana's stall was my mount, a jet-black mare by the name of Darkstar. Star for short. She is not quite as big as Rana but not miniscule. I saddled up star and led her out into the late April morning. I looked both ways then scrambled awkwardly into the saddle.
Damn teenage clumsiness.
When seated comfortably on the saddle I urged Star into a walk, t hen a trot, then a gallop. The wind was rushing by me, flushing my face and blowing my hair in all directions. The April sun kissed my face as adrenaline pumped through my body. I was in a state of euphoria. As Star and I raced across the grassy plains of Rohan I laughed in pure ecstasy.
A/Ns- *According to The New Tolkien Companion by J.E.A. Tyler. Eomund died in 3002 'when he unwisely pursued a small raiding party [of orcs] into ambush.' (That was a direct quote from The New Tolkien Companion.) But when I looked up Theodwyn, Tyler wrote 'She died in the year 3001, shortly after he husband Eomund' Since I don't know who died first I'll leave it with then dyeing within a year of each other. Just thought I'd say that so I don't get any odd people who read the New Tolkien Companion on my back. Then again I should talk…. ( ** I honestly don't have a clue what they ate in Rohan so lets just say they eat toast and eggs even though it is highly unlikely… Ok now back to tha way I usually talk. Thanx for all ya help n support (hey, im frm new york, want do you want? Lol) it was appreciated n needed. I hope the chapter wuz good…now my back hurts frm yping soo much n I think my butt fell asleep. No shit that happened once. O, and sorry for my mouth. Next time ill try to remember its p-g lol
Morwen Eledhwen A/N: I guess this would be a spoiler for the Return of the King book and/or movie. I also forgot to put a disclaimer on the Prologue but it's below ( I also realized the prologue is all messed up with the html tags (or whatever you call them –lol) and I plan on fixing it when I'm on my computer where I have it stored and have time. Sorry about the tags by the way ( Disclaimer: I own only the plot, which I hope, is original. Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer and other familiar names and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and…publisher people I guess…oh well… Onward matey! (Sorry, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean and I've been talking like a pirate ever since…)
Chapter I
Rohan, April 3008
My name is Eowyn and welcome to the life of…well…me. I am thirteen years old and the niece and surrogate daughter of Theoden, Lord of Rohan. You see, my parents, Eomer and Theodwyn died when I was younger, within a yea of each other*. So my brother Eomer and I were sort of adopted by our mother's brother Theoden. Uncle Theoden's wife Elfhild died after giving birth to my cousin Theodred who is about seventeen years older then me, thirteen years older then Eomer. This lovely morning in early April, I stumbled out of bed and bathed to wake myself up properly. After my bath I clad myself in a simple pale green dress, braided my hair and set off to the dining hall of Meduseld for breakfast. I guess I should tell you about myself, starting with my physical appearance. I am still quite short, standing at 5 foot 3. My blonde hair falls down to my elbows in waves of golden wheat. My, that was poetic. My eyes re a bluish-gray like the sky before an April shower. What am I coming to with all these metaphors and similes? It must be a phase… By now I stood outside the doors of the dining hall. Before entering I brought my shoulders back and lifted my chin imperiously. I guess you can guess what sort of person I am. I'm sarcastic and confident. I'm not arrogant or conceited; never make the mistake of thinking I am either. Although now that I'm thirteen my confidence is at its highest point on the outside even though inside I feel like…well…not so confident. I wouldn't say it's a big pose, because I am like that…just not when I get all awkward.
I entered the hall shoulders back, chest out, stomach in, chin up. I glided in a way I hoped was regal to the dais where my uncle and most important noblemen sat. I took my usual seat beside Eomer. Uncle sat at the head of the table with Eomer on his left and Theodred on his right. I sat on Eomer's left across from an advisor of my Uncle's Grima, who always looked at me like he was a starving man and I was a piece of juicy meat. This of course did not settle well with my cousin and brother and they took the liberty of teaching him a lesson he'd never forget. I whispered a demure "Good morning my Lords" as Eomer greeted me with a clap on the shoulder which nearly sent my forehead crashing into the polished oak table.
Honestly! He doesn't even realize his own strength! He smiled apologetically and I smiled weakly in return. To redeem himself he loaded my plate with eggs bacon and toast**. The doors opened again and I turned to see who entered. Immediately, I felt my face heat up and I turned back to my food. It was Dernhelm, my crush since I discovered boys. He parted ways with his friends and came towards the dais, taking a seat with his father near the foot of the table. I began eating so fast even Theodred gave me a funny look. I finished in record time, pushing my chair back with a hurried "bye!" and fled the hall. I made my way to the royal stables. I took the familiar stone path and wondered what I would do that day. Maybe Eomer would teach me more sword fighting. Though I'm a girl and most girls in Rohan desire only to marry a noble, handsome man and reproduce I, on the other hand, want to do something useful with my life. I want to fight, I want to help and protect others. Now that sounds corny. Oh, yes, throw marrying Dernhelm in there and you have my life's goals. Anyway, I entered the stables and turned down a corridor. On either side there were rows of stalls containing the pride of the Mark; the horses of the Rohirrim. As I passed, I patted a white stallion more then sixteen hands tall. {A/N- I'm not a horse person so please correct me if I'm wrong or being more then Sixteen hands is impossible:)} This was my brother's mount, Rana. I was surprised when I learned my brother's choice for his horse's name. Rana is a High-Elven name for the moon.
By the stars! My brother actually listens during lessons!
Beside Rana's stall was my mount, a jet-black mare by the name of Darkstar. Star for short. She is not quite as big as Rana but not miniscule. I saddled up star and led her out into the late April morning. I looked both ways then scrambled awkwardly into the saddle.
Damn teenage clumsiness.
When seated comfortably on the saddle I urged Star into a walk, t hen a trot, then a gallop. The wind was rushing by me, flushing my face and blowing my hair in all directions. The April sun kissed my face as adrenaline pumped through my body. I was in a state of euphoria. As Star and I raced across the grassy plains of Rohan I laughed in pure ecstasy.
A/Ns- *According to The New Tolkien Companion by J.E.A. Tyler. Eomund died in 3002 'when he unwisely pursued a small raiding party [of orcs] into ambush.' (That was a direct quote from The New Tolkien Companion.) But when I looked up Theodwyn, Tyler wrote 'She died in the year 3001, shortly after he husband Eomund' Since I don't know who died first I'll leave it with then dyeing within a year of each other. Just thought I'd say that so I don't get any odd people who read the New Tolkien Companion on my back. Then again I should talk…. ( ** I honestly don't have a clue what they ate in Rohan so lets just say they eat toast and eggs even though it is highly unlikely… Ok now back to tha way I usually talk. Thanx for all ya help n support (hey, im frm new york, want do you want? Lol) it was appreciated n needed. I hope the chapter wuz good…now my back hurts frm yping soo much n I think my butt fell asleep. No shit that happened once. O, and sorry for my mouth. Next time ill try to remember its p-g lol