Disclaimers still all apply.......
Thanks to my dedicated reviewer Jennifer, this will be updated daily because it was written quite a while ago, I really must get round to posting all my other fics as well though. Although they all need to be re-typed correctly!! Anyway ENJOY!
Author's Note: This chapter is extremely stilted, apologises, am not really a romantic person. PG-13!! PG-13!! Skip the italised part.
Chapter Four: Confessions
Eowyn sat on the edge of Eorl's bed. No matter what she tried he would not go to sleep. She was weary herself; she felt as if she needed to sleep for a year, Eorl was driving her mad, much like his father did. "Eorl, please. What do I need to do to get you to sleep?" Eorl smirked up at her, knowing now he could get what he wanted, "I want to hear the song, mummy. Sing me the song." Eowyn sighed, no matter how many times she had sung this he never tired of hearing it. "Okay but then you go to sleep, promise?" Eorl nodded. Eowyn smiled and then after just a moment, her soft light voice began to echo round the room.
[B]"How beautiful the day and night; The earth is singing in the wind, The voices rise and touch the sky Telling all the earth's believing, And in the night sighs fall down, And from the skies sighs fall down on me. And when I move away from view My voice is singing in the wind, It rises up to touch the sky Telling all that I believe in, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing again. Cold as the Northern winds In December mornings, cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore."[/B]
"Now go to sleep." Eowyn kissed him softly on the forehead and walked out the door, clicking it softly shut as she exited. As she turned she was unaware of the presence of the elf behind her, she turned facing her and her heart skipped a beat in fear. "Queen Arwen." Eowyn bowed her head for just a moment and then lifted it beginning to walk away she found herself stopped by Arwen's presence in front of her. "I would have merely a few words before you go to seek your husband." Eowyn paused and stood back to listen to the words the Queen of Gondor requested her to hear. Arwen nodded, remaining blocking the corridor so as no means of escape were possible. "I know why you have returned here. He made his decision five years ago, you may have lived briefly in what shallow love he held for you but no reason or pitiful maid will change his mind. So I would advise you to remain at distance." Eowyn nodded, she did perceive the quiet threat in the elf's speech but fear would never be allowed to show. Arwen turned and began to walk away.
Eowyn stood for a single moment before turning in the opposite direction and beginning to walk through the castle seeking no one, but something resembling solitude. And when she found herself in a room, she smiled at the cruelty of fate as she remembered this room as well as the patterns created by the stars in the night sky. A shock of pain hit her, and she fell onto the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, the memories flooding her mind. She was absorbed in them that she did not hear Aragorn enter. He often came to this room, indulging himself in the memories lest he forgot the one time he was truly happy. He did not at first register her presence, although he soon heard the sobbing that that was coming from her. She too was ignorant of his presence, a truly burning pain enveloping every other sense that she did not even register him when he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
Aragorn sat down, now almost everything around him was replaced by the memories. They had sat exactly how they did now, a small distance between them but then it did not seem so far:
[I]Eowyn sat on the edge of her bed, the chamber was empty and she felt it echo her emotion. Aragorn had also been informed of the same news; though it grieved him he knew that it was Eowyn that would be hurting more. For a moment he could not find her, walking bristly through the corridors of the castle he paused and turned remembering the one empty room in the castle that no one but he and Eowyn knew about. There he found her, tears staining her pale cheeks, each shaky sob more saddening than the last. He did not speak, just went to her and provided the comfort she needed from him. For an hour they had sat with only the sound of Eowyn's crying in the room, but eventually it subsided and the room was filled with emptiness. After a moment that seemed longer than a lifetime she lifted her head from where it lay on his shoulder, looking up into his grey eyes seemed to help heal her pain, it them was more comfort than any could have given her. "Aragorn?" He looked straight into her eyes, "Yes." She smiled weakly, "Thank you." He pulled her more tightly into his embrace, placing a soft kiss on her forehead and smiling when she looked up at him in surprise. "Why such surprise on your face? Do you not know..."
Eowyn pulled away slightly, looking straight into those deep grey eyes, a sparkle of joy in her blue eyes. At first Aragorn felt he had said too much, revealed his feelings too soon, but when he saw Eowyn flush ever so slightly, he knew he'd neither spoken nor acted too soon. She smiled, and still with locked gazes Aragorn leant down, brushing lips so slightly at first he thought he'd imagined it, softly kissing her again slowly brought home the realisation that he loved this woman. No longer a child, here it front of him sat someone he had loved from the very moment he'd seen her. Not at first the passionate fire that he felt now, but love that was quiet enough to ignore, but not quiet enough to bury.
Each kiss was longer and grew more and more intense; stars began to shoot in front of Eowyn's eyes and an overwhelming feeling of bliss rushed through her veins. She remembered only fragments after those burning kisses, the electricity when their skin touched, the anxiety that had soon been replaced by desire, the way their eyes had still remained locked in an unbreakable gaze, the ecstasy she'd felt, the look in his eyes that mirrored her's. The way she had slept in his arms more peacefully than she'd ever slept, the way their hearts had beaten as one, the plummeting feeling she felt in the morning when she awoke and found him gone. The shame she'd felt when she'd gone to search for him, the colour staining her cheeks when she saw him, the happiness that had encompassed the guilt, the other moments they'd shared in the following month, the discovery of...[/I]
A sudden scream startled Eowyn out of her memories. Eorl, she leapt up running out of the room and flying through the corridor only vaguely aware that Aragorn was following her. When she came to Eorl's room she flung open the door, snatching at the covers Eorl was hiding under. "Eorl, Eorl!!" She looked down at the frightened child in front of her, she pulled him to her but he refused to open his eyes. "What is the matter? Did you have a nightmare? Eorl?" Eowyn looked down at Eorl who was sitting in her arms, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Eorl?" A deep voice echoed around the room, Eorl turned his eyes still firmly shut, "Daddy!"
He opened his eyes seeing only King Elessar in the doorway, and that he was not looking at him, but that Elessar's gaze was pinned on Eorl's mother. Being only five years old, Eorl did not perceive the tension in the room around him, the shame in his mother's eyes nor the shock in Aragorn's. He happily kissed his mother on the cheek pulled out of her arms and went back to sleep.
Thanks to my dedicated reviewer Jennifer, this will be updated daily because it was written quite a while ago, I really must get round to posting all my other fics as well though. Although they all need to be re-typed correctly!! Anyway ENJOY!
Author's Note: This chapter is extremely stilted, apologises, am not really a romantic person. PG-13!! PG-13!! Skip the italised part.
Chapter Four: Confessions
Eowyn sat on the edge of Eorl's bed. No matter what she tried he would not go to sleep. She was weary herself; she felt as if she needed to sleep for a year, Eorl was driving her mad, much like his father did. "Eorl, please. What do I need to do to get you to sleep?" Eorl smirked up at her, knowing now he could get what he wanted, "I want to hear the song, mummy. Sing me the song." Eowyn sighed, no matter how many times she had sung this he never tired of hearing it. "Okay but then you go to sleep, promise?" Eorl nodded. Eowyn smiled and then after just a moment, her soft light voice began to echo round the room.
[B]"How beautiful the day and night; The earth is singing in the wind, The voices rise and touch the sky Telling all the earth's believing, And in the night sighs fall down, And from the skies sighs fall down on me. And when I move away from view My voice is singing in the wind, It rises up to touch the sky Telling all that I believe in, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing, And from the night earth shall sing again. Cold as the Northern winds In December mornings, cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore."[/B]
"Now go to sleep." Eowyn kissed him softly on the forehead and walked out the door, clicking it softly shut as she exited. As she turned she was unaware of the presence of the elf behind her, she turned facing her and her heart skipped a beat in fear. "Queen Arwen." Eowyn bowed her head for just a moment and then lifted it beginning to walk away she found herself stopped by Arwen's presence in front of her. "I would have merely a few words before you go to seek your husband." Eowyn paused and stood back to listen to the words the Queen of Gondor requested her to hear. Arwen nodded, remaining blocking the corridor so as no means of escape were possible. "I know why you have returned here. He made his decision five years ago, you may have lived briefly in what shallow love he held for you but no reason or pitiful maid will change his mind. So I would advise you to remain at distance." Eowyn nodded, she did perceive the quiet threat in the elf's speech but fear would never be allowed to show. Arwen turned and began to walk away.
Eowyn stood for a single moment before turning in the opposite direction and beginning to walk through the castle seeking no one, but something resembling solitude. And when she found herself in a room, she smiled at the cruelty of fate as she remembered this room as well as the patterns created by the stars in the night sky. A shock of pain hit her, and she fell onto the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, the memories flooding her mind. She was absorbed in them that she did not hear Aragorn enter. He often came to this room, indulging himself in the memories lest he forgot the one time he was truly happy. He did not at first register her presence, although he soon heard the sobbing that that was coming from her. She too was ignorant of his presence, a truly burning pain enveloping every other sense that she did not even register him when he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
Aragorn sat down, now almost everything around him was replaced by the memories. They had sat exactly how they did now, a small distance between them but then it did not seem so far:
[I]Eowyn sat on the edge of her bed, the chamber was empty and she felt it echo her emotion. Aragorn had also been informed of the same news; though it grieved him he knew that it was Eowyn that would be hurting more. For a moment he could not find her, walking bristly through the corridors of the castle he paused and turned remembering the one empty room in the castle that no one but he and Eowyn knew about. There he found her, tears staining her pale cheeks, each shaky sob more saddening than the last. He did not speak, just went to her and provided the comfort she needed from him. For an hour they had sat with only the sound of Eowyn's crying in the room, but eventually it subsided and the room was filled with emptiness. After a moment that seemed longer than a lifetime she lifted her head from where it lay on his shoulder, looking up into his grey eyes seemed to help heal her pain, it them was more comfort than any could have given her. "Aragorn?" He looked straight into her eyes, "Yes." She smiled weakly, "Thank you." He pulled her more tightly into his embrace, placing a soft kiss on her forehead and smiling when she looked up at him in surprise. "Why such surprise on your face? Do you not know..."
Eowyn pulled away slightly, looking straight into those deep grey eyes, a sparkle of joy in her blue eyes. At first Aragorn felt he had said too much, revealed his feelings too soon, but when he saw Eowyn flush ever so slightly, he knew he'd neither spoken nor acted too soon. She smiled, and still with locked gazes Aragorn leant down, brushing lips so slightly at first he thought he'd imagined it, softly kissing her again slowly brought home the realisation that he loved this woman. No longer a child, here it front of him sat someone he had loved from the very moment he'd seen her. Not at first the passionate fire that he felt now, but love that was quiet enough to ignore, but not quiet enough to bury.
Each kiss was longer and grew more and more intense; stars began to shoot in front of Eowyn's eyes and an overwhelming feeling of bliss rushed through her veins. She remembered only fragments after those burning kisses, the electricity when their skin touched, the anxiety that had soon been replaced by desire, the way their eyes had still remained locked in an unbreakable gaze, the ecstasy she'd felt, the look in his eyes that mirrored her's. The way she had slept in his arms more peacefully than she'd ever slept, the way their hearts had beaten as one, the plummeting feeling she felt in the morning when she awoke and found him gone. The shame she'd felt when she'd gone to search for him, the colour staining her cheeks when she saw him, the happiness that had encompassed the guilt, the other moments they'd shared in the following month, the discovery of...[/I]
A sudden scream startled Eowyn out of her memories. Eorl, she leapt up running out of the room and flying through the corridor only vaguely aware that Aragorn was following her. When she came to Eorl's room she flung open the door, snatching at the covers Eorl was hiding under. "Eorl, Eorl!!" She looked down at the frightened child in front of her, she pulled him to her but he refused to open his eyes. "What is the matter? Did you have a nightmare? Eorl?" Eowyn looked down at Eorl who was sitting in her arms, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Eorl?" A deep voice echoed around the room, Eorl turned his eyes still firmly shut, "Daddy!"
He opened his eyes seeing only King Elessar in the doorway, and that he was not looking at him, but that Elessar's gaze was pinned on Eorl's mother. Being only five years old, Eorl did not perceive the tension in the room around him, the shame in his mother's eyes nor the shock in Aragorn's. He happily kissed his mother on the cheek pulled out of her arms and went back to sleep.