The pounding just never ceased. All around her she could see the children
bury their faces into their mother's breasts, hoping to block out the
sound.
Lucien closed her eyes for just one moment, to allow herself to relish his
face, which was or would be forever embedded in her mind.
"you will leave once this is over won't you?" she opened her eyes and met Eowyn's pale ones. "milady, even I cannot see the future".
"you do not speak as one brought up in the country of our lands". Eowyn told her. Lucien blushed.
"my mother, taught me the correct way to speak, I thinks she wished a different birth for me". She looked away then felt a hand on her face. She looked back at the face of eowyn, the shieldmaiden of rohan.
"never regret who you are Lucien, I see in your heart, and after this war, if you fight he will be yours, I have never seen him take time to dictate to a maiden, I say this in truth, but I also know that you will run, because you aren't of royal lineage". Eowyn replied.
"I have nothing to say to that milady, I am who I was borne to be, and I do not regret it, I have always loved him, and until yesterday I had never thought to meet him but the darkness has changed all that".
"indeed it has, will you go home?"
"perhaps, if it still stands". She answered with sadness. "and also pay respects to my mother's resting place". She moved off not willing to speak to Eowyn anymore, it was time that she separated herself, she would have to go home after this was over, and it was then that she noticed.
The pounding had ceased. But something else caught her notice. A smell. She turned to meet eowyn's stare, she also could smell it.
"an orc is in here?". Eowyn asked. Lucien nodded and grabbed the sword that eomer had left with her. She walked towards the smell, although it disgusted her to death, she tried hard to think of a fresh smelling flower to dispel the smell.
"Lucien no, stay here". Eowyn called to her.
"and what let it come here and kill one of our children?" she asked angrily. "I had never thought you afraid eowyn". She turned back to her path and kept walking, the frightened murmurs of the women and children now behind her.
A grunt and a shove. She was held against the wall, with a blade to her neck.
"you fool!". She told herself in her mind. She met the gaze of an extremely ugly looking uruk hai, and his breath was so fetid.
He grunted again. "will you kill me?" she taunted him or it.
Remembering the sword still in her hand she slowly brought it up and with all her might pushed it into the enemy. His surprised look coming down to his gut then back at her. With an angry scream he slashed through with his weapon.
She felt a burning sensation. Blood. She slid down the wall and just sat there for a minute, the moment catching up with her.
Eomer looked all around him at the dead bodies, of both orc and men. He also noticed the death of the great elf captain Haldir, Aragorn and legolas stood over his body mourning his passing.
It has all ended quickly. And the uruk hai, it had felt like their numbers never ended, until Gandalf the white came, and they were frightened.
"Marshal, the caves, the end entrance was not sealed". A rider came to him.
"the women and children were attacked?" he asked.
"a maiden, it is said she fought valiantly, and died". The rider continued.
"and her name? - so that we may honor her courage". Eomer asked.
"Lucien, milord, she died with a sword in her hand". The rider replied. Eomer looked away. The fair maiden, the only maiden who had ever captured his heart was dead.
"yes we will honor her passing with the elves, immortal courage runs from these lands, and hope has deserted us for certain". Eomer told the rider, then dismissed him.
He contemplated the future. One without hope. And especially one without love.
"you will leave once this is over won't you?" she opened her eyes and met Eowyn's pale ones. "milady, even I cannot see the future".
"you do not speak as one brought up in the country of our lands". Eowyn told her. Lucien blushed.
"my mother, taught me the correct way to speak, I thinks she wished a different birth for me". She looked away then felt a hand on her face. She looked back at the face of eowyn, the shieldmaiden of rohan.
"never regret who you are Lucien, I see in your heart, and after this war, if you fight he will be yours, I have never seen him take time to dictate to a maiden, I say this in truth, but I also know that you will run, because you aren't of royal lineage". Eowyn replied.
"I have nothing to say to that milady, I am who I was borne to be, and I do not regret it, I have always loved him, and until yesterday I had never thought to meet him but the darkness has changed all that".
"indeed it has, will you go home?"
"perhaps, if it still stands". She answered with sadness. "and also pay respects to my mother's resting place". She moved off not willing to speak to Eowyn anymore, it was time that she separated herself, she would have to go home after this was over, and it was then that she noticed.
The pounding had ceased. But something else caught her notice. A smell. She turned to meet eowyn's stare, she also could smell it.
"an orc is in here?". Eowyn asked. Lucien nodded and grabbed the sword that eomer had left with her. She walked towards the smell, although it disgusted her to death, she tried hard to think of a fresh smelling flower to dispel the smell.
"Lucien no, stay here". Eowyn called to her.
"and what let it come here and kill one of our children?" she asked angrily. "I had never thought you afraid eowyn". She turned back to her path and kept walking, the frightened murmurs of the women and children now behind her.
A grunt and a shove. She was held against the wall, with a blade to her neck.
"you fool!". She told herself in her mind. She met the gaze of an extremely ugly looking uruk hai, and his breath was so fetid.
He grunted again. "will you kill me?" she taunted him or it.
Remembering the sword still in her hand she slowly brought it up and with all her might pushed it into the enemy. His surprised look coming down to his gut then back at her. With an angry scream he slashed through with his weapon.
She felt a burning sensation. Blood. She slid down the wall and just sat there for a minute, the moment catching up with her.
Eomer looked all around him at the dead bodies, of both orc and men. He also noticed the death of the great elf captain Haldir, Aragorn and legolas stood over his body mourning his passing.
It has all ended quickly. And the uruk hai, it had felt like their numbers never ended, until Gandalf the white came, and they were frightened.
"Marshal, the caves, the end entrance was not sealed". A rider came to him.
"the women and children were attacked?" he asked.
"a maiden, it is said she fought valiantly, and died". The rider continued.
"and her name? - so that we may honor her courage". Eomer asked.
"Lucien, milord, she died with a sword in her hand". The rider replied. Eomer looked away. The fair maiden, the only maiden who had ever captured his heart was dead.
"yes we will honor her passing with the elves, immortal courage runs from these lands, and hope has deserted us for certain". Eomer told the rider, then dismissed him.
He contemplated the future. One without hope. And especially one without love.