**I don't own anything from Lord of the Rings, J. R.R. Tolkien, or any of
the poetry or poets referenced (such as John Keats, Shakespeare, Poe,
Donne) or the song "Judgement of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig's Tune)" by
Joni Mitchell-all I own is Dascha, Ivy, Geniveve, Christopher, Ireth and
Taralom**
A/N: This story is the second part of "The Evangeline Series," the first part being found in the story "A Sorta Fairytale." Please read it and review if you have not already done so. Happy reading!
PART TWO OF THE EVANGELINE SERIES:
Judgement of the Moon and Stars
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Three: To the Weak Human Eye Unclosed
Late in the afternoon, Geniveve returned to the Golden Hall amidst much confusion. Dascha was awake and peered into the throne room curiously. Geniveve tapped her on her shoulder and whispered, "What's happening?"
Dascha turned, "Eowyn's brother has returned. They killed the Uruks. He speaks of travelers that passed through Lothlorien."
Geniveve looked on at the scene, Wormtongue at King Theoden's feet and Eowyn beside her brother. Eomer held his helmet in his hands. He was blonde like his sister and had a handsome bearded face. Geniveve listened to the end of the heated debate.
Wormtongue rose, "You Eomer, have betrayed the King and Rohan."
Eowyn scowled at the man; "You know not of what you speak, Wormtongue."
Eomer held out his hand to his sister, signaling for her to stop. Eomer turned to his uncle, "Three travelers we encountered, my lord, on our way back to Edoras. A man, an Elf and a Dwarf."
Geniveve's eyes widened. They would be coming soon. She turned to Dascha and grimaced and then turned back to the scene with hesitance. Wormtongue stepped forward and signaled to the guards drenched in the shadows, "Take him away."
Eowyn released a pained cry, "No."
The guards took Eomer by the arms and walked him out of the throne room. Wormtongue looked to the remaining guards and smirked, "Find Lady Evangeline and Telvilya. Those treacherous women are clearly entangled with the three Eomer spoke of. They will have much to talk about, for the Ladies will be joining Eomer. Find them and take them away."
Geniveve's lungs could night find air. Panic set in her body as she turned to Dascha, who looked just as frightened. Geniveve cried lowly, "Run!"
Dascha started down the corridors and to the main entrance. Guards pounded heavily behind them. Suddenly, two guards well hidden reached out and grabbed them.
Geniveve growled and kicked wildly, "Let go of me!"
Dascha wriggled free and pummeled the guard to the ground. He recovered somewhat and pulled Dascha's leg from beneath her. As he pinned her to the ground, he held a small dagger to her throat.
"Release them! They have done nothing wrong!"
Eowyn appeared nearby, flushed with sheer anger. The guard holding Geniveve shook his head, "I'm sorry my lady, but these are the King's orders."
Eowyn clenched her fists; "No they are not."
The guards ignored Eowyn's protests and pulled the two girls away, kicking and screaming.
~~
The guards led them down beneath the great hall. The corridors quickly darkened into the depths of Meduseld. Geniveve glanced around wildly, Dascha's face disappearing with the fading light.
One guard opened a little door as the other shoved Geniveve and Dascha in unceremoniously. The door thumped shut and Geniveve took a look around. A sliver of a window near the ceiling lighted the room; the room was almost completely underground.
In the corner of the room, a shadowy figure stood. Geniveve recognized him as Eomer. She brushed the vagabond hairs that had fallen loose during the tussle. Eomer gave them an odd look resembling confusion.
"Who are you?"
Dascha nudged past Geniveve to get a closer look, ""I am Telvilya and this is Evangeline. We arrived two nights ago."
Eomer's eyes rested on Geniveve briefly, "I am Eomer, Third Marshal of the Mark. What have the both of you done to be imprisoned?"
Geniveve shrugged, "Wormtongue is suspicious of us."
Eomer chuckled, "Suspicious of two ladies. Whatever for?"
Geniveve grimaced, "We have come by way of Lothlorien."
A wisp of enlightenment washed across Eomer's face, "It seems that many now travel from there. Earlier in the day I encountered a man, an Elf and a Dwarf. Do you know of whom I speak?"
Dascha looked seriously at Geniveve, looking for an appropriate response. Geniveve thought for a moment and then shook her head, "Yes. They are our friends. However, they do not know we have come here."
Eomer sat back down, "And why have the ladies come here?"
Dascha and Geniveve followed suit and then Dascha spoke, "We did not wish to stay in Lothlorien."
Eomer sighed, "From the way the Dwarf spoke, Lorien is the fairest place in Middle-Earth."
Geniveve giggled lightly at the thought of Gimli waxing poetic of the loveliness of Lothlorien and the Lady Galadriel, "Fair and dreamlike, indeed. It is lovely, but it is almost too unreal. You can't tell the difference between dream and awake. At least, that is what I personally encountered."
Dascha looked curiously at Eomer, "Tell us of our friends. We have no seen them in awhile."
Eomer nodded, "If the Lady Telvilya wishes. They were looking for a band of orcs and two Halflings."
Geniveve's heart jumped with the mention of Hobbits; of Merry and Pippin.
~~
As day passed into night and with what little light remained Dascha curled into a ball and rested her head on Geniveve's knees and promptly fell asleep. Geniveve pressed her back against the cell's wall and looked blankly up at the bright moon through the tiny, book-sized window. She had a dry thirst in her mouth, and had begun to wonder if dying of thirst had been left off of the list with disemboweling, decapitating, and ridding her of her heart. Do immortals even need food and drink to survive? The Lady Galadriel had not elaborated on that.
"Such strange times."
Geniveve tore herself from the window and then turned to the corner where Eomer sat. She raised an eyebrow and replied quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't quite hear you."
Eomer gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, my lady. I thought you were asleep."
Geniveve smiled sadly, "I don't sleep easily these days. Please, tell me what you said."
Eomer sighed heavily, "Such strange times. Wormtongue, the King, my cousin. My cousin Theodred, the King's heir was killed six days ago, but my uncle-"
Eomer trailed off and shook his head, "I should not be troubling you with such things."
Geniveve smiled at him, "I don't mind, really."
Eomer smiled in return, "Tell me, lady, how did someone like you come to be in a situation like this?"
Geniveve shrugged, "By accident. We found ourselves at Rivendell."
He nodded, "You have traveled far, indeed. You must tell me your story, it should lighten my heart."
Geniveve shook her head, "No, I fear it is a dark tale, quite unbelievable. I have lost many I cared for along the way and I fear for those who have survived. The two Halflings taken by the Uruks amongst them. I have fallen into madness only to find myself returning stronger. I have much to grieve, but I cannot do it, for sanity's stake. I must fight for what I believe in."
Eomer looked curious, "What do you believe in?"
Geniveve looked at him with stark honesty, "The three you met today, the four that are away, the two that returned home, the two that have been lost, Telvilya, and myself."
He nodded, "Much has happened."
Geniveve nodded in return. Silence hung over them as the night continued.
~~
The next night, Geniveve found herself tired, hungry and parched with thirst. Dascha spent most of the day and afternoon asleep on the stone floor. Eomer paced restlessly, a furious look on his face.
Geniveve called to him, "Eomer, please sit down."
Eomer sat beside her and studied her closely, "You look exhausted. You need to eat, Evangeline. Telvilya cannot stay awake. When was the last time you ate?"
Geniveve wrinkled her brow and thought, "Three nights ago."
Suddenly, a voice came from the door, "Eomer?"
Geniveve recognized the voice, it was Eowyn. Eomer rushed to the door, "Eowyn?"
Eowyn whispered, "I cannot stay long, brother. How are Evangeline and Telvilya?"
Eomer sighed thickly, "They need food. They are sleeping all day and talking out of their heads."
Eowyn spoke hurriedly, "I must go. I will try to reason with the King, try and get all of you out of there. Good night."
~~
A/N: Let me know what you think! I HEART REVIEWS! Next up, the big reunion!
A/N: This story is the second part of "The Evangeline Series," the first part being found in the story "A Sorta Fairytale." Please read it and review if you have not already done so. Happy reading!
PART TWO OF THE EVANGELINE SERIES:
Judgement of the Moon and Stars
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Three: To the Weak Human Eye Unclosed
Late in the afternoon, Geniveve returned to the Golden Hall amidst much confusion. Dascha was awake and peered into the throne room curiously. Geniveve tapped her on her shoulder and whispered, "What's happening?"
Dascha turned, "Eowyn's brother has returned. They killed the Uruks. He speaks of travelers that passed through Lothlorien."
Geniveve looked on at the scene, Wormtongue at King Theoden's feet and Eowyn beside her brother. Eomer held his helmet in his hands. He was blonde like his sister and had a handsome bearded face. Geniveve listened to the end of the heated debate.
Wormtongue rose, "You Eomer, have betrayed the King and Rohan."
Eowyn scowled at the man; "You know not of what you speak, Wormtongue."
Eomer held out his hand to his sister, signaling for her to stop. Eomer turned to his uncle, "Three travelers we encountered, my lord, on our way back to Edoras. A man, an Elf and a Dwarf."
Geniveve's eyes widened. They would be coming soon. She turned to Dascha and grimaced and then turned back to the scene with hesitance. Wormtongue stepped forward and signaled to the guards drenched in the shadows, "Take him away."
Eowyn released a pained cry, "No."
The guards took Eomer by the arms and walked him out of the throne room. Wormtongue looked to the remaining guards and smirked, "Find Lady Evangeline and Telvilya. Those treacherous women are clearly entangled with the three Eomer spoke of. They will have much to talk about, for the Ladies will be joining Eomer. Find them and take them away."
Geniveve's lungs could night find air. Panic set in her body as she turned to Dascha, who looked just as frightened. Geniveve cried lowly, "Run!"
Dascha started down the corridors and to the main entrance. Guards pounded heavily behind them. Suddenly, two guards well hidden reached out and grabbed them.
Geniveve growled and kicked wildly, "Let go of me!"
Dascha wriggled free and pummeled the guard to the ground. He recovered somewhat and pulled Dascha's leg from beneath her. As he pinned her to the ground, he held a small dagger to her throat.
"Release them! They have done nothing wrong!"
Eowyn appeared nearby, flushed with sheer anger. The guard holding Geniveve shook his head, "I'm sorry my lady, but these are the King's orders."
Eowyn clenched her fists; "No they are not."
The guards ignored Eowyn's protests and pulled the two girls away, kicking and screaming.
~~
The guards led them down beneath the great hall. The corridors quickly darkened into the depths of Meduseld. Geniveve glanced around wildly, Dascha's face disappearing with the fading light.
One guard opened a little door as the other shoved Geniveve and Dascha in unceremoniously. The door thumped shut and Geniveve took a look around. A sliver of a window near the ceiling lighted the room; the room was almost completely underground.
In the corner of the room, a shadowy figure stood. Geniveve recognized him as Eomer. She brushed the vagabond hairs that had fallen loose during the tussle. Eomer gave them an odd look resembling confusion.
"Who are you?"
Dascha nudged past Geniveve to get a closer look, ""I am Telvilya and this is Evangeline. We arrived two nights ago."
Eomer's eyes rested on Geniveve briefly, "I am Eomer, Third Marshal of the Mark. What have the both of you done to be imprisoned?"
Geniveve shrugged, "Wormtongue is suspicious of us."
Eomer chuckled, "Suspicious of two ladies. Whatever for?"
Geniveve grimaced, "We have come by way of Lothlorien."
A wisp of enlightenment washed across Eomer's face, "It seems that many now travel from there. Earlier in the day I encountered a man, an Elf and a Dwarf. Do you know of whom I speak?"
Dascha looked seriously at Geniveve, looking for an appropriate response. Geniveve thought for a moment and then shook her head, "Yes. They are our friends. However, they do not know we have come here."
Eomer sat back down, "And why have the ladies come here?"
Dascha and Geniveve followed suit and then Dascha spoke, "We did not wish to stay in Lothlorien."
Eomer sighed, "From the way the Dwarf spoke, Lorien is the fairest place in Middle-Earth."
Geniveve giggled lightly at the thought of Gimli waxing poetic of the loveliness of Lothlorien and the Lady Galadriel, "Fair and dreamlike, indeed. It is lovely, but it is almost too unreal. You can't tell the difference between dream and awake. At least, that is what I personally encountered."
Dascha looked curiously at Eomer, "Tell us of our friends. We have no seen them in awhile."
Eomer nodded, "If the Lady Telvilya wishes. They were looking for a band of orcs and two Halflings."
Geniveve's heart jumped with the mention of Hobbits; of Merry and Pippin.
~~
As day passed into night and with what little light remained Dascha curled into a ball and rested her head on Geniveve's knees and promptly fell asleep. Geniveve pressed her back against the cell's wall and looked blankly up at the bright moon through the tiny, book-sized window. She had a dry thirst in her mouth, and had begun to wonder if dying of thirst had been left off of the list with disemboweling, decapitating, and ridding her of her heart. Do immortals even need food and drink to survive? The Lady Galadriel had not elaborated on that.
"Such strange times."
Geniveve tore herself from the window and then turned to the corner where Eomer sat. She raised an eyebrow and replied quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't quite hear you."
Eomer gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, my lady. I thought you were asleep."
Geniveve smiled sadly, "I don't sleep easily these days. Please, tell me what you said."
Eomer sighed heavily, "Such strange times. Wormtongue, the King, my cousin. My cousin Theodred, the King's heir was killed six days ago, but my uncle-"
Eomer trailed off and shook his head, "I should not be troubling you with such things."
Geniveve smiled at him, "I don't mind, really."
Eomer smiled in return, "Tell me, lady, how did someone like you come to be in a situation like this?"
Geniveve shrugged, "By accident. We found ourselves at Rivendell."
He nodded, "You have traveled far, indeed. You must tell me your story, it should lighten my heart."
Geniveve shook her head, "No, I fear it is a dark tale, quite unbelievable. I have lost many I cared for along the way and I fear for those who have survived. The two Halflings taken by the Uruks amongst them. I have fallen into madness only to find myself returning stronger. I have much to grieve, but I cannot do it, for sanity's stake. I must fight for what I believe in."
Eomer looked curious, "What do you believe in?"
Geniveve looked at him with stark honesty, "The three you met today, the four that are away, the two that returned home, the two that have been lost, Telvilya, and myself."
He nodded, "Much has happened."
Geniveve nodded in return. Silence hung over them as the night continued.
~~
The next night, Geniveve found herself tired, hungry and parched with thirst. Dascha spent most of the day and afternoon asleep on the stone floor. Eomer paced restlessly, a furious look on his face.
Geniveve called to him, "Eomer, please sit down."
Eomer sat beside her and studied her closely, "You look exhausted. You need to eat, Evangeline. Telvilya cannot stay awake. When was the last time you ate?"
Geniveve wrinkled her brow and thought, "Three nights ago."
Suddenly, a voice came from the door, "Eomer?"
Geniveve recognized the voice, it was Eowyn. Eomer rushed to the door, "Eowyn?"
Eowyn whispered, "I cannot stay long, brother. How are Evangeline and Telvilya?"
Eomer sighed thickly, "They need food. They are sleeping all day and talking out of their heads."
Eowyn spoke hurriedly, "I must go. I will try to reason with the King, try and get all of you out of there. Good night."
~~
A/N: Let me know what you think! I HEART REVIEWS! Next up, the big reunion!