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Some of you may recognize this fic; I originally posted it on www.lotrplaza.com under the name Freodwyn.
Summary: The new king of Rohan, Éomer, has just found his sister Éowyn's body on the battlefield. This story examines his thoughts.
Dirge for the White Lady
by: Dinosaur2
What are you doing here, my dear sister? Why did you come to this battle to die? Did you think that no one loved you? Did you think the only way out of your cage was death?
I should have told you that your love is what kept me alive all these years. You should have known that thoughts of you inspired my courage when all hope failed. I may be King of the Mark, but it is a bitter crown without the White Lady of Rohan standing proudly beside me as I gain my crown.
If only you could see me now, the last of the House of Eorl crying in front of his men. I pray to Béma that you could somehow live again, that I could feel some sign of life in you, that you would move and restore my hope in the future. But I can only hold your cold body in my arms, and though battle rages around us I do not care. I would rather die here, protecting what was once my sister, than any other death that could come to me.
I should have done more to protect you from this fate. I should have been there when you fell, even if it meant the entire House of Eorl would die out in this last and terrible battle. If only Béma would let me switch places with you, I would gladly go to the halls of our fathers. If only you would live. Please, Béma, let my sister live!
But my tears and prayers cannot bring you back to me, and my only comfort is that you have gone to the halls of our fathers. Are you happy there at last? Do you sit with Théoden King and converse with the great ancestors of Rohan? Is Théodred there also? I would give up my crown to be with you. If only you could see how much hope you brought to our people while you lived. Did you not know that the memory of the White Lady was worth more to the men than any song of Rohan could tell? If only I had told you this, perhaps you would still be alive.
I should have told you how much I loved you. I should have told you that your life was worth more to me than any song that could be forgotten by foolish men. I wish you had known that your death would be the greatest loss I could ever experience. Didn't you understand that you are all I had? Can you hear the long cry of "Death" as Rohan goes to its doom?
The enemy will kill me soon, I am certain. This is my only hope. I wish that I could stay here and guard you forever, but need presses me to lead my men.
Ferthú hal, White Lady of Rohan.
Ferthú hal, my dearest sister.
Some of you may recognize this fic; I originally posted it on www.lotrplaza.com under the name Freodwyn.
Summary: The new king of Rohan, Éomer, has just found his sister Éowyn's body on the battlefield. This story examines his thoughts.
Dirge for the White Lady
by: Dinosaur2
What are you doing here, my dear sister? Why did you come to this battle to die? Did you think that no one loved you? Did you think the only way out of your cage was death?
I should have told you that your love is what kept me alive all these years. You should have known that thoughts of you inspired my courage when all hope failed. I may be King of the Mark, but it is a bitter crown without the White Lady of Rohan standing proudly beside me as I gain my crown.
If only you could see me now, the last of the House of Eorl crying in front of his men. I pray to Béma that you could somehow live again, that I could feel some sign of life in you, that you would move and restore my hope in the future. But I can only hold your cold body in my arms, and though battle rages around us I do not care. I would rather die here, protecting what was once my sister, than any other death that could come to me.
I should have done more to protect you from this fate. I should have been there when you fell, even if it meant the entire House of Eorl would die out in this last and terrible battle. If only Béma would let me switch places with you, I would gladly go to the halls of our fathers. If only you would live. Please, Béma, let my sister live!
But my tears and prayers cannot bring you back to me, and my only comfort is that you have gone to the halls of our fathers. Are you happy there at last? Do you sit with Théoden King and converse with the great ancestors of Rohan? Is Théodred there also? I would give up my crown to be with you. If only you could see how much hope you brought to our people while you lived. Did you not know that the memory of the White Lady was worth more to the men than any song of Rohan could tell? If only I had told you this, perhaps you would still be alive.
I should have told you how much I loved you. I should have told you that your life was worth more to me than any song that could be forgotten by foolish men. I wish you had known that your death would be the greatest loss I could ever experience. Didn't you understand that you are all I had? Can you hear the long cry of "Death" as Rohan goes to its doom?
The enemy will kill me soon, I am certain. This is my only hope. I wish that I could stay here and guard you forever, but need presses me to lead my men.
Ferthú hal, White Lady of Rohan.
Ferthú hal, my dearest sister.