Final chapter, usual disclaimers, thanks to Jennifer *hugs* bless ya! Apologises for the bad formatting!!
I shall be putting up some more fics soon, both happy and tragic!
Dedication: For RH (1950-2003) But also for the Fearless Souls, for seeing what I did! For [B]Blairy[/B] who always read this, for [B]Eowyn_Evenstar [/B] for her excellent videos, for [B]Girlfriend[/B] who always found the time and finally for [B]Smaug [/B] who knows why and will find her Pippin one day.
Chapter Six: The King and The Angel
Eorl woke up again and reached for the water by the side of his bed, guzzling the entire goblet down in one go, he turned back over and curled up asleep.
Meanwhile three people stood in a room, between them the air was so thick with feeling you could suffocate. Nothing was said but everything was assumed. It was much to Aragorn's relief when a messenger interrupted them. He turned and raised an eyebrow questioning the messenger's presence. The messenger nodded briefly and then turned to Eowyn. "My lady, your presence is required. It is your son." Eowyn's face dropped and she ran out of the room leaving Aragorn and Arwen alone.
Arwen looked over at Aragorn, the look on his face said it all. He had never loved her when he married her. He'd never loved her after, had he ever seen her face when they made love or did he see Eowyn's. So many questions filtered into her mind but none could form into words. She felt lost, alone and empty. She looked over at Aragorn, searching his eyes for some comfort, reassurance anything, but nothing remained in his eyes but fear and she knew it was not fear for her love but fear of the loss of something he never had.
Eowyn rushed through the corridors, tears blinding her every step. She knew something was wrong, the pit of her stomach felt heavy, like she'd swallowed stone. Racing through each twist and turn she threw the door open and looked down at Alvord, a deep sadness in his usually bright green eyes. She did not need to look over at the tiny pale figure under the bed-sheet to know what had happened. And it was only Aragorn's presence behind her that stopped her collapsing on the floor.
Aragorn looked down at the pale figure lying on the bed, she had not slept for five days, all hours spent sobbing from dusk till dawn, dawn till dusk. He feared for her, she became more fragile by the minute. It was the sixth day when he walked into her chamber and saw her sitting up looking at the dusky sky. "Eowyn." She looked up at him, no smile this time graced her pale features just an echoing sadness in her blue pools. He sat down gently on the bed, and looked into her eyes, he couldn't bear to see her in such a state. Reaching forward he wrapped her fragile figure in his arms and heard her whisper words that could make his heart break and heal at the same time: "I will always love you." He stroked her hair and whispered softly in her ear, "As I will always love you Eowyn." With those words filling her memory Eowyn shed her final tear and took her last breath. Aragorn placed her down on the bed and stood up murmuring the poem he'd created for her.
Winter has come too late. Too close beside me. How can I chase away All these fears deep inside? I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way. I will wait the signs to come. I'll find a way home. My light shall be the Moon And my path - the Ocean. My guide the Morning Star.
With that said he left the room, wandering through the corridors till he found the room he was looking for. Entering silently and lying down on the bed he wrapped himself in the memories he held. He looked around the room, a blurred vision in front of him, and he heard someone sing to him, "You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort here." With the final image of Eowyn's face in front of his eyes, so did the King of Gondor pass away. For those on Middle Earth that night was of great sadness. But for those who looked up at the night sky, in the outline of the moonlight they saw two figures, the King and the Angel.
I shall be putting up some more fics soon, both happy and tragic!
Dedication: For RH (1950-2003) But also for the Fearless Souls, for seeing what I did! For [B]Blairy[/B] who always read this, for [B]Eowyn_Evenstar [/B] for her excellent videos, for [B]Girlfriend[/B] who always found the time and finally for [B]Smaug [/B] who knows why and will find her Pippin one day.
Chapter Six: The King and The Angel
Eorl woke up again and reached for the water by the side of his bed, guzzling the entire goblet down in one go, he turned back over and curled up asleep.
Meanwhile three people stood in a room, between them the air was so thick with feeling you could suffocate. Nothing was said but everything was assumed. It was much to Aragorn's relief when a messenger interrupted them. He turned and raised an eyebrow questioning the messenger's presence. The messenger nodded briefly and then turned to Eowyn. "My lady, your presence is required. It is your son." Eowyn's face dropped and she ran out of the room leaving Aragorn and Arwen alone.
Arwen looked over at Aragorn, the look on his face said it all. He had never loved her when he married her. He'd never loved her after, had he ever seen her face when they made love or did he see Eowyn's. So many questions filtered into her mind but none could form into words. She felt lost, alone and empty. She looked over at Aragorn, searching his eyes for some comfort, reassurance anything, but nothing remained in his eyes but fear and she knew it was not fear for her love but fear of the loss of something he never had.
Eowyn rushed through the corridors, tears blinding her every step. She knew something was wrong, the pit of her stomach felt heavy, like she'd swallowed stone. Racing through each twist and turn she threw the door open and looked down at Alvord, a deep sadness in his usually bright green eyes. She did not need to look over at the tiny pale figure under the bed-sheet to know what had happened. And it was only Aragorn's presence behind her that stopped her collapsing on the floor.
Aragorn looked down at the pale figure lying on the bed, she had not slept for five days, all hours spent sobbing from dusk till dawn, dawn till dusk. He feared for her, she became more fragile by the minute. It was the sixth day when he walked into her chamber and saw her sitting up looking at the dusky sky. "Eowyn." She looked up at him, no smile this time graced her pale features just an echoing sadness in her blue pools. He sat down gently on the bed, and looked into her eyes, he couldn't bear to see her in such a state. Reaching forward he wrapped her fragile figure in his arms and heard her whisper words that could make his heart break and heal at the same time: "I will always love you." He stroked her hair and whispered softly in her ear, "As I will always love you Eowyn." With those words filling her memory Eowyn shed her final tear and took her last breath. Aragorn placed her down on the bed and stood up murmuring the poem he'd created for her.
Winter has come too late. Too close beside me. How can I chase away All these fears deep inside? I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way. I will wait the signs to come. I'll find a way home. My light shall be the Moon And my path - the Ocean. My guide the Morning Star.
With that said he left the room, wandering through the corridors till he found the room he was looking for. Entering silently and lying down on the bed he wrapped himself in the memories he held. He looked around the room, a blurred vision in front of him, and he heard someone sing to him, "You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort here." With the final image of Eowyn's face in front of his eyes, so did the King of Gondor pass away. For those on Middle Earth that night was of great sadness. But for those who looked up at the night sky, in the outline of the moonlight they saw two figures, the King and the Angel.