Disclaimer: I hope you figured it out by now...but I'll say it again! I
don't own any of these characters. I don't even own their names!
To the reviewers:
KrystynAngelOfLight: I can picture it now! Orcs telling each other of Aragorns sword and dying in a great wave! Will think about it!
SilverKnight7: Glad you like it! I am updating as I write this.duh!
Dorysblue: Thx!
Ainu Laire: I just felt like humiliating the poor guy! Honestly, though, he's my fav character.
This chapter is dedicated to LilyClairePotter, my sister and beta-reader.
*Chapter 4: Still in Rohan's Capitol*
Eowyn had puzzled all day over who this hot "Aragorn" guy could be. She heard him talk at the celebration and this only intensified her interest. He wanted to fight.to reach the fortress of Helm's Deep and make a stand there. She loved guys like that.
And then she overheard something amazing: One of the guards telling another that this "Aragorn" was really Aragorn II, son of Arathorn II, Isildur's heir to the Throne of Gondor. He also carried the reforged blade Anduril, which used to be Narsil, the Sword of the King.
"He's a prince" thought Eowyn dreamily, "and he has a very famous sword!"
The only thing was, this guard had mentioned that the Lord Aragorn would allow no other to look upon his blade, nor even to touch it. This puzzled Eowyn. What could be the big secret about this sword? Why would the man not allow any other to see it?
"I've always been too curious for my own good," thought Eowyn as she snuck from her room that evening, pulling a nightshirt onto her head. She knew Aragorn was in a tactical meeting until much later, so she crept down to his chamber. Fitting a secret key she had into the lock, she softly opened the door.
"Oh my gosh! There it is!" she thought. The sheath of Anduril lay on the floor inside the vacant room.
Gingerly she picked up the blade. I can't believe this! She ran her fingers over the soft leather sheath in awe. Soon her curiosity rose again, and she grasped the hilt of the blade, pulling it out in a wide arc.
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
Eowyn nearly choked she was laughing so hard! "So cute!" she managed to squeak out, looking at the flowers and hearts lining the blade.
The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
Nearly in tears, she fell to her knees, still holding the sword.
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't..
The sword's last words were drowned out by Aragorn bursting into the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he said, advancing on her.
"N...nothing.." Eowyn said fearfully. Oh no, what will I do?
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOTHING? YOU CALL LOOKING AT MY STUFF NOTHING?
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;
"PUT..IT..AWAY!" shouted Aragorn with difficulty.
"Wha..whatever you say.." Eowyn slid the sword back in its sheath, and the singing abruptly stopped. As she cowered on the floor, a plan began to form in her mind.
Aragorn spoke with great difficulty: "you...will...tell..no-one..what you saw...understand?"
"That's not for you to tell me!"
"What?" said Aragorn incredulously.
"If you don't want me to tell anyone, then YOU will have to do as I say!"
Aragorn was stricken dumb. He just stood there with a clueless look on his face, staring at the blond in front of him. Eowyn thought "score!"
"If you don't want anyone to find out that the Sword of Kings is really the Sword of Flowers you will do as I say!"
"No way!" shouted Aragorn.
"Hey, Eomer, come here!" Eowyn called, evil grin spreading on her face.
"No! wait! I'll listen!" said Aragorn desperately.
"Good kingy! And the first command of Lady Eowyn is...kiss me!"
To the reviewers:
KrystynAngelOfLight: I can picture it now! Orcs telling each other of Aragorns sword and dying in a great wave! Will think about it!
SilverKnight7: Glad you like it! I am updating as I write this.duh!
Dorysblue: Thx!
Ainu Laire: I just felt like humiliating the poor guy! Honestly, though, he's my fav character.
This chapter is dedicated to LilyClairePotter, my sister and beta-reader.
*Chapter 4: Still in Rohan's Capitol*
Eowyn had puzzled all day over who this hot "Aragorn" guy could be. She heard him talk at the celebration and this only intensified her interest. He wanted to fight.to reach the fortress of Helm's Deep and make a stand there. She loved guys like that.
And then she overheard something amazing: One of the guards telling another that this "Aragorn" was really Aragorn II, son of Arathorn II, Isildur's heir to the Throne of Gondor. He also carried the reforged blade Anduril, which used to be Narsil, the Sword of the King.
"He's a prince" thought Eowyn dreamily, "and he has a very famous sword!"
The only thing was, this guard had mentioned that the Lord Aragorn would allow no other to look upon his blade, nor even to touch it. This puzzled Eowyn. What could be the big secret about this sword? Why would the man not allow any other to see it?
"I've always been too curious for my own good," thought Eowyn as she snuck from her room that evening, pulling a nightshirt onto her head. She knew Aragorn was in a tactical meeting until much later, so she crept down to his chamber. Fitting a secret key she had into the lock, she softly opened the door.
"Oh my gosh! There it is!" she thought. The sheath of Anduril lay on the floor inside the vacant room.
Gingerly she picked up the blade. I can't believe this! She ran her fingers over the soft leather sheath in awe. Soon her curiosity rose again, and she grasped the hilt of the blade, pulling it out in a wide arc.
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
Eowyn nearly choked she was laughing so hard! "So cute!" she managed to squeak out, looking at the flowers and hearts lining the blade.
The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
Nearly in tears, she fell to her knees, still holding the sword.
You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't..
The sword's last words were drowned out by Aragorn bursting into the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he said, advancing on her.
"N...nothing.." Eowyn said fearfully. Oh no, what will I do?
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOTHING? YOU CALL LOOKING AT MY STUFF NOTHING?
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;
"PUT..IT..AWAY!" shouted Aragorn with difficulty.
"Wha..whatever you say.." Eowyn slid the sword back in its sheath, and the singing abruptly stopped. As she cowered on the floor, a plan began to form in her mind.
Aragorn spoke with great difficulty: "you...will...tell..no-one..what you saw...understand?"
"That's not for you to tell me!"
"What?" said Aragorn incredulously.
"If you don't want me to tell anyone, then YOU will have to do as I say!"
Aragorn was stricken dumb. He just stood there with a clueless look on his face, staring at the blond in front of him. Eowyn thought "score!"
"If you don't want anyone to find out that the Sword of Kings is really the Sword of Flowers you will do as I say!"
"No way!" shouted Aragorn.
"Hey, Eomer, come here!" Eowyn called, evil grin spreading on her face.
"No! wait! I'll listen!" said Aragorn desperately.
"Good kingy! And the first command of Lady Eowyn is...kiss me!"