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Chapter Three: In Time
Many years had passed since Aragorn had stood in the corridor, and as to her word Eowyn had never set foot within the borders of the city of Gondor. Aragorn had married Arwen, and had settled for a life of remote love with her. His choice had been made when he had walked from the room, but it had not been the one he had been given. The events of Middle Earth had caused little disruption to his life, but it was now time for something concerning Middle Earth to disrupt his life. It had been 5 years since Frodo had destroyed the ring and such occasion had suggested a party with Middle Earth coming together in celebration of it's liberation from the fear of Mordor. It therefore rested on Gondor to host such an event, and soon plans were in full swing.
Aragorn was waiting patiently for the guests to arrive, Arwen was by his side, and they presented a united front for Gondor. It was that time that the party from Rohan arrived; amongst them were King Eomer and his wife, Queen Lothiriel. Aragorn greeted them warmly, throughout the years he had had many communications with him but it had been a while since they had seen each other. However there was another amongst them that caught Aragorn's attention. A figure in white, an angel like presence that captivated his attention, Eowyn. She stood a perfect figure, exactly who he remembered her, a shaft of golden hair a pair of luminous blue eyes and a... small silver ring, glimmering on her fourth left finger. She did not come up to greet him, but a small child did. The child bowed his head and then preceded to jump up and scream "MUMMY!!!" Aragorn looked around for the boy's mother, no one seemed to be heading towards them.
Just then he heard a familiar voice echo through the hall. "Eorl! What did daddy tell you about yelling?" Eowyn lifted the child up into her arms, "Mummy, it's the King. Mummy its King Elessar." Eowyn smiled at Eorl, "That's great sweetie, but daddy is looking for us. What did mummy tell you about staying with her and daddy?" Eorl sighed, nodding slightly in acceptance. Eowyn did not look up at Aragorn, her gaze remained fixed on the floor as it had five years ago. "Eowyn, I..." Aragorn began to speak, but Eowyn lifted her head, her eyes catching his, "Aragorn, you made your choice when you walked out of that room. I made mine when I saw Arwen. There was nothing between us, everything I felt for you may have been true for me but for you it was only a lie. We are both with who we belong with, I do not wish to speak anymore on the subject." She turned away, scanning the crowd and spotting a tall blonde man she walked over. He turned and Aragorn got a glance at Eowyn's husband. A tall man, with a classic Rohirrim look, long blonde hair, pulled back, a pair of bright green eyes and a smile on his face as she reached up to kiss him.
Arwen, who looked over at the scene Aragorn had been watching, joined Aragorn and for a moment puzzled over the small fact that their child was different from either of it's parents. The two mortals hair was a golden blonde, but the child his hair was darker, almost black. It was only one feature that linked the child to its mother, and that was the child's eyes, brighter blue than the very ocean. Arwen puzzled over this but to Aragorn it was totally unnoticeable he watched the scene in front of him and for the first time in his life began to feel jealous. The envy was a bitter feeling that began to overwhelm the pain in his heart, almost trouncing his pain into nothing.
It was not till later again that Aragorn saw Eowyn, walking through the very same corridor he had stood in many years ago he halted when he saw the angelic figure in front of him. So reminded of that day he was that he was sure his heart had broken again, the pain engulfing the jealously that had earlier taken hold of his heart. "Eowyn" Although his voice was soft and almost a whisper it seemed so loud that it would shatter the very metal of the armour that stood in the corridor. She turned to face him; still the eyes he had begun to love remained cold and frozen. Not once did he see a flicker of warmth, a hint of remorse, regret, sorrow. Never on her fair face a trace of a tear, a mark of pain nor a scar of a broken heart. The scar remained hidden inside, where no one could see, it was mirrored by Aragorn's both kept secret their heartbreak but it was Eowyn who hid the biggest secret of them both.
Eowyn looked at Aragorn, his eyes full of the pain he bore in his heart, it mirrored in hers but she did not let it show. Never again would she let such stupidity take her heart, she remained as cold as the icy wall she had built around her heart since the very same day five years ago. When such a secret she beheld that not once had she ever felt her heart fill with such bliss. Yet crushed it was with only a moment's glance, and now here they stood, yes still such a secret remained but she would not share it, more pain would it cause than joy now. She looked up again into the wise grey eyes of her true love she did not smile. "My Lady, will you not speak? The harsh word you uttered before have left a scar upon my heart, as have you." Aragorn reached out to her, placing his hand on her soft skin. For a moment she welcomed the touch, it sending chills down her spine, for a moment the fleeting feeling of love touched on the ice. Then it overwhelmed her and she reached forward, as Aragorn leant down, the very touch of their lips was like a flame touched to fuel, a spark igniting so brightly it could burn the sun out of existence.
It was Aragorn who broke them apart; Eowyn turned away, trying to run she felt Aragorn grip her arm. "Don't run, don't leave me with more scars upon my heart." Eowyn smiled bitterly, sliding out of his grip "Even scars fade." She began to walk away, stopping for just a moment to whisper "In time."
Chapter Three: In Time
Many years had passed since Aragorn had stood in the corridor, and as to her word Eowyn had never set foot within the borders of the city of Gondor. Aragorn had married Arwen, and had settled for a life of remote love with her. His choice had been made when he had walked from the room, but it had not been the one he had been given. The events of Middle Earth had caused little disruption to his life, but it was now time for something concerning Middle Earth to disrupt his life. It had been 5 years since Frodo had destroyed the ring and such occasion had suggested a party with Middle Earth coming together in celebration of it's liberation from the fear of Mordor. It therefore rested on Gondor to host such an event, and soon plans were in full swing.
Aragorn was waiting patiently for the guests to arrive, Arwen was by his side, and they presented a united front for Gondor. It was that time that the party from Rohan arrived; amongst them were King Eomer and his wife, Queen Lothiriel. Aragorn greeted them warmly, throughout the years he had had many communications with him but it had been a while since they had seen each other. However there was another amongst them that caught Aragorn's attention. A figure in white, an angel like presence that captivated his attention, Eowyn. She stood a perfect figure, exactly who he remembered her, a shaft of golden hair a pair of luminous blue eyes and a... small silver ring, glimmering on her fourth left finger. She did not come up to greet him, but a small child did. The child bowed his head and then preceded to jump up and scream "MUMMY!!!" Aragorn looked around for the boy's mother, no one seemed to be heading towards them.
Just then he heard a familiar voice echo through the hall. "Eorl! What did daddy tell you about yelling?" Eowyn lifted the child up into her arms, "Mummy, it's the King. Mummy its King Elessar." Eowyn smiled at Eorl, "That's great sweetie, but daddy is looking for us. What did mummy tell you about staying with her and daddy?" Eorl sighed, nodding slightly in acceptance. Eowyn did not look up at Aragorn, her gaze remained fixed on the floor as it had five years ago. "Eowyn, I..." Aragorn began to speak, but Eowyn lifted her head, her eyes catching his, "Aragorn, you made your choice when you walked out of that room. I made mine when I saw Arwen. There was nothing between us, everything I felt for you may have been true for me but for you it was only a lie. We are both with who we belong with, I do not wish to speak anymore on the subject." She turned away, scanning the crowd and spotting a tall blonde man she walked over. He turned and Aragorn got a glance at Eowyn's husband. A tall man, with a classic Rohirrim look, long blonde hair, pulled back, a pair of bright green eyes and a smile on his face as she reached up to kiss him.
Arwen, who looked over at the scene Aragorn had been watching, joined Aragorn and for a moment puzzled over the small fact that their child was different from either of it's parents. The two mortals hair was a golden blonde, but the child his hair was darker, almost black. It was only one feature that linked the child to its mother, and that was the child's eyes, brighter blue than the very ocean. Arwen puzzled over this but to Aragorn it was totally unnoticeable he watched the scene in front of him and for the first time in his life began to feel jealous. The envy was a bitter feeling that began to overwhelm the pain in his heart, almost trouncing his pain into nothing.
It was not till later again that Aragorn saw Eowyn, walking through the very same corridor he had stood in many years ago he halted when he saw the angelic figure in front of him. So reminded of that day he was that he was sure his heart had broken again, the pain engulfing the jealously that had earlier taken hold of his heart. "Eowyn" Although his voice was soft and almost a whisper it seemed so loud that it would shatter the very metal of the armour that stood in the corridor. She turned to face him; still the eyes he had begun to love remained cold and frozen. Not once did he see a flicker of warmth, a hint of remorse, regret, sorrow. Never on her fair face a trace of a tear, a mark of pain nor a scar of a broken heart. The scar remained hidden inside, where no one could see, it was mirrored by Aragorn's both kept secret their heartbreak but it was Eowyn who hid the biggest secret of them both.
Eowyn looked at Aragorn, his eyes full of the pain he bore in his heart, it mirrored in hers but she did not let it show. Never again would she let such stupidity take her heart, she remained as cold as the icy wall she had built around her heart since the very same day five years ago. When such a secret she beheld that not once had she ever felt her heart fill with such bliss. Yet crushed it was with only a moment's glance, and now here they stood, yes still such a secret remained but she would not share it, more pain would it cause than joy now. She looked up again into the wise grey eyes of her true love she did not smile. "My Lady, will you not speak? The harsh word you uttered before have left a scar upon my heart, as have you." Aragorn reached out to her, placing his hand on her soft skin. For a moment she welcomed the touch, it sending chills down her spine, for a moment the fleeting feeling of love touched on the ice. Then it overwhelmed her and she reached forward, as Aragorn leant down, the very touch of their lips was like a flame touched to fuel, a spark igniting so brightly it could burn the sun out of existence.
It was Aragorn who broke them apart; Eowyn turned away, trying to run she felt Aragorn grip her arm. "Don't run, don't leave me with more scars upon my heart." Eowyn smiled bitterly, sliding out of his grip "Even scars fade." She began to walk away, stopping for just a moment to whisper "In time."