by Luinil
Disclaimer: I take no right to any publication nor characters written by Mr. Tolkein, and the use of hisQuenya (Elvish) language will be used in this purely fictional story. This work is based on the movie trilogy, though my knowledge of the books may slip in every now and then by accident. You will have to bare with me.
Notes:
I am not so sure of the outcome of this story yet, so I have rated
to the best of my judgement, and at the moment, it looks to be rather sad.
(It may never reach a point where a "R" rating is warranted on the other
hand...) On the timeline, this takes place right after the scene in which
Grima almost seduced Eowyn into believing he was the only one there for
her. In a sense, crushing her spirit. I am lengthening the time it will
take for Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf to reach Rohan. This means
my story will be set right in between the two points. I have always found
Grima Wormtongue interesting, so he will be a chief character. I have no
idea how long the story will be, but I hate to let things drag out, so
it will be farely fast paced, and I will complete it quickly for those
who hate abandoned projects. I think that's everything.... Enjoy! -------'---@
CHAPTER ONE
Eowyn ran from him, his words haunting her mind. What truely scared her was how easily it had been for her to take comfort in that icy touch... How could that be? A shield maiden should never fall prey to such seduction. It was not her fate to live that life... A life alongside any man was unthinkable, unless it was to bare arms beside him. She stopped her running, not sure as to where her plight had taken her. She was back in the place where the injured were being held. Sadness befell her again. She had wanted to be with them during that fight, not care for them once their spirits and bodies lay broken.
Theodred had died in the pursuit of honoring his
father, and Theoden was at the point of a living death. She had needed
her brother Eomer as something stable in her life, but he and the Rohirrum
had left Rohan in order to kill the orcs enslaving their lands. And she
knew that she was alone, just as Wormtongue had known... She loathed herself
for almost giving in to that vile creature for the sake of companionship.
Had she not been concerned over the fate of the king, she would have long
left this fortress, which daily became more and more symbolic of a prison.
A sound escaped the door that she stood near. All
of her thoughts ceased as she turned towards it. She looked at the locked
door, and a feeling of avoidance flooded her. Had no one tended to the
injured man behind the doors? Her hand grew close to open it, but then
she stopped. Had there been good cause in leaving him be? Was he even a
man? Eowyn pulled back her shoulders. Her people would never bring an enemy
to these grounds. So it was a man... and a man that must have given cause
to the women for them not to heal him. I fear nothing! The words
rang thru her mind as she flung the old wood door wide open.
In the bed, lay a light-haired man. He was slender, and very tall. His hair was far too long for Rohan fashion, but very well kept. He grasped his side, covering a large wound that had not been mended. No metal armor was on his body, instead a unique green fabric covered him as makeshift armor. Eowyn went to his bedside, not believing that any man would head into battle in such garb. She moved his hand to the side, seeing the deep rooted cut, and grabbed a cloth by his bedstand, applying pressure until she could figure out how to treat it. "How could they let you lay here!" She found herself saying to the air, and once again realized that Grima had poisoned the little solace that this had given her. Despair began to flood her heart, and she absently pushed the cloth even harder into the man's wound. She did not notice his body twist painfully at the movement. She closed her mouth, taking more of her emotions out on the cloth, watching the blood stain the silky white. She felt better seeing it, knowing that the wound this man held was from battle, and the cloth showed how her dress would look if she had been struck in the same manner. "Not many women in your country care to treat my kind...Though it would seem you would be one them, as you plan to torture me at the heart of the wound, my Lady..." Eowyn became startled hearing the new voice, and looked at him. An unnaturally pair of blue eyes stared back at her, unblinking, but holding a soft compassion towards her. It was then that she noticed his ears. Pointed ears... This man was of elf-kind....
"You're an elf!" She strayed back, forgetting his injury, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. The elf grabbed his side in severe pain, breaking the eye contact that they had held. "Tul untuphuine!"He cried out, as he saw more of his blood stain the bed. (The darkness has come to claim me!) Eowyn did not understand him, but could see the deep pain he was in. She rushed back to his side, retrieving the cloth she had dropped. He seemed resistant to her touch, and then she realized why. "Forgive me.... But I have never seen your race... Lord Elf..." The name sounded ridiculous even to her, but she knew not what else to call him. "I was told that your kind were immortal... So I did not expect to see one of you in Rohan, much less in a bed for the wounded." He seemed to relax somewhat, and fell back into his lying position. Sweat beaded his brow, and she could tell that he was trying to force words out of his dry mouth. She moved away gently, placing a hand on his forehead. He looked at her again. "I will be back shortly, Lord, I must get you some provisions and bandages with stitch." As she pulled away, a small resistance on her wrist held her back. When she looked to see what it was, she saw the elf's hand slip back down onto the bed. Her eyes strayed to his pained face, and his eyes faltered for a moment, before he slipped into unconsciousness. Eowyn watched him sleep until she was sure he was in a deep dream, and then left.
to be continued.....
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Chapter 2 will be up shortly, but in the meantime, I love reviews! They let me know how the story is doing and if you like it or not, so they are really important to my thought process. Thanks for taking your time to read this!
-Luinil
"The Blue Star shall shine on those whose hearts feel empty, and fill
them with the grace of light."