Understandings
By Moo
I don't own them
This is AU Book-verse but there nothing a movie fan could not follow This fic based on a discussion I had with my sister about, my sister believed that Faramir talked Eowyn into loving him and Believe that Faramir talked Eowyn out of loving Aragorn, so if Eowyn already knew Faramir she would not have fallen for Aragorn Ok so I've fudged Faramir age a little and made him only 8 years older then Eowyn instead of 12 as he is in the books
Eowyn knew why The Steward of Gondor had come to Edoras, even at the age of twelve she understood a grate many things that people thought beyond her. The Steward has two sons and a failing rule, She was a child of royal blood, a connection to the throne of Rohan; it did not take a wizard to see the Stewards mind.
Eowyn was not surprised at this in fact she had been expecting something of the like for the last seven months, her mother may even have discussed some of the like with her uncle much earlier then that.
She idly wondered which of the two sons she would be married to, no doubt the younger; the Steward would want a woman of Numenoran for his eldest.
There was little fear of anything to be found in this golden haired child, one or two times a week she would awake from dreams of her fathers death at the hands of Orc's, but then a again she was still a child. She did not fear the her coming betrothal, if not for the simple fact that the actually wedding would not be for at lest eight to ten years and many things can happen in that time. She may die of the Red Fever before the next moon. No when or if eight or ten years had past then she would begin to worry, and not a day before.
In fact she would prepare for her betrothal, there was in her rooms a knife which had passed though her family line for three generations before it came to her it was past from Father to daughter on the day of her ten anniversary of birth, and from daughter it would go to betrothed, then he would in turn continue the circle by passing it on the their daughter, she did not know the customs of Gondor but she would not forsake those of her family.
Eowyn made her way to her rooms and changed from the green grown the she had been wearing to a white one, her mother had always had her dress in white for formal event she Eowyn assumed it was her best colour, then she went to the wall on which the knife that had been gifted to her by her father, in following of tradition and she made sure that it was clean and sharp, which of course it was she had not neglected the blade nor had her father or mother before him.
It was not a trinket to be hang on a wall, it was a weapon and was to be used as such. While in the hands of her father it had tasted its share of Orc blood. It would serve her betrothed well enough.
"Sister" Eomer called out from behind her door.
"Enter Brother" Eowyn called out still looking down at the knife in her hands and thinking of her father. Eomer took two steps in side the room and saw the blade in her hands.
"You know then?" He asked. Eowyn nodded "Eowyn, I am of age but you were left to the care of our uncle and King. I can not forbid this match, you need but say you do not wish it and I will take you from Edoras, I know not where we would go but-"
"Eomer, I will do as my King and uncle bids me do, I will enter freely in to engagement with which ever of the Lord Denethor's sons is chosen for the task."
"Chosen for the task" Eomer repeated laughing "Sister you make it seem a quest, nether of them is worthy of you, my loyal, loving and obedient Eowyn"
"Loyal, loving and obedient" she repeated "You make me sound a dog." She laughed and wrapped the seethed knife in a square of green velvet "If I walked about on all fours, would you take me out on hunt to scent your prey?"
"Nay sister, but put the question to our cousin, he is in need of a good hound." Her brother laughed and took her in his arms, though said had said nothing and served the king diligently Eomer knew that the death of their parents weighed heavily on her, she was angry at their mother for not have the strength to live on, and she felt bad for that anger. "Come sister you are summoned before the King and The steward of Gondor"
"Lead on then" she said all the mirth left he tone and she became the very picture of determination. Eomer could not help but be amused at this child with the grim determination of a man going to his death, but he wisely showed no sign of it, his sister may be small but she had a fearsome temper.
Both siblings bowed slightly when they entered the Golden hall barely pursing.
"Eowyn, my child, come I would have you met some one" Theoden King spoke to her Eowyn handed the knife to her brother and walked toward the king determined to please the Steward and his son. "Eowyn daughter of Eomund, this Denethor lord Steward of Gondor."
"I am honoured to met you my lord" Eowyn said in a soft but clear voice. Denethor looked down at her. Eowyn had expected to be looked upon as a filly at a horse auction, but the way that Denethor look in to her eyes unsettled her, she suddenly got the foolish notion in her head that he knew her thoughts. Logic took over in that moment 'Even if he does know my thought's I have nothing of which to be ashamed, I have severed my uncle and his house well these seven months and well continue to do so until I am removed to the house of my husband. Know my thoughts if you will Lord Denethor, I have no fear of you' this told to her self she stood taller before him.
Denethor for his part had indeed put his energies to knowing the young girl mind and was much pleased by what he found there.
"Lady Eowyn, I would be please if you would allow me to introduce my sons to you" Denethor gestured to his two sons who stood side by side looking on the elder or straitened his stance after his noticed the attention turn to them, "My eldest Boromir, and my second born Faramir."
Eowyn and Faramir's eyes met and the both knew that the other understood that they would carry out their duty. Thus was the first understand of Eowyn and Faramir
I don't own them
This is AU Book-verse but there nothing a movie fan could not follow This fic based on a discussion I had with my sister about, my sister believed that Faramir talked Eowyn into loving him and Believe that Faramir talked Eowyn out of loving Aragorn, so if Eowyn already knew Faramir she would not have fallen for Aragorn Ok so I've fudged Faramir age a little and made him only 8 years older then Eowyn instead of 12 as he is in the books
Eowyn knew why The Steward of Gondor had come to Edoras, even at the age of twelve she understood a grate many things that people thought beyond her. The Steward has two sons and a failing rule, She was a child of royal blood, a connection to the throne of Rohan; it did not take a wizard to see the Stewards mind.
Eowyn was not surprised at this in fact she had been expecting something of the like for the last seven months, her mother may even have discussed some of the like with her uncle much earlier then that.
She idly wondered which of the two sons she would be married to, no doubt the younger; the Steward would want a woman of Numenoran for his eldest.
There was little fear of anything to be found in this golden haired child, one or two times a week she would awake from dreams of her fathers death at the hands of Orc's, but then a again she was still a child. She did not fear the her coming betrothal, if not for the simple fact that the actually wedding would not be for at lest eight to ten years and many things can happen in that time. She may die of the Red Fever before the next moon. No when or if eight or ten years had past then she would begin to worry, and not a day before.
In fact she would prepare for her betrothal, there was in her rooms a knife which had passed though her family line for three generations before it came to her it was past from Father to daughter on the day of her ten anniversary of birth, and from daughter it would go to betrothed, then he would in turn continue the circle by passing it on the their daughter, she did not know the customs of Gondor but she would not forsake those of her family.
Eowyn made her way to her rooms and changed from the green grown the she had been wearing to a white one, her mother had always had her dress in white for formal event she Eowyn assumed it was her best colour, then she went to the wall on which the knife that had been gifted to her by her father, in following of tradition and she made sure that it was clean and sharp, which of course it was she had not neglected the blade nor had her father or mother before him.
It was not a trinket to be hang on a wall, it was a weapon and was to be used as such. While in the hands of her father it had tasted its share of Orc blood. It would serve her betrothed well enough.
"Sister" Eomer called out from behind her door.
"Enter Brother" Eowyn called out still looking down at the knife in her hands and thinking of her father. Eomer took two steps in side the room and saw the blade in her hands.
"You know then?" He asked. Eowyn nodded "Eowyn, I am of age but you were left to the care of our uncle and King. I can not forbid this match, you need but say you do not wish it and I will take you from Edoras, I know not where we would go but-"
"Eomer, I will do as my King and uncle bids me do, I will enter freely in to engagement with which ever of the Lord Denethor's sons is chosen for the task."
"Chosen for the task" Eomer repeated laughing "Sister you make it seem a quest, nether of them is worthy of you, my loyal, loving and obedient Eowyn"
"Loyal, loving and obedient" she repeated "You make me sound a dog." She laughed and wrapped the seethed knife in a square of green velvet "If I walked about on all fours, would you take me out on hunt to scent your prey?"
"Nay sister, but put the question to our cousin, he is in need of a good hound." Her brother laughed and took her in his arms, though said had said nothing and served the king diligently Eomer knew that the death of their parents weighed heavily on her, she was angry at their mother for not have the strength to live on, and she felt bad for that anger. "Come sister you are summoned before the King and The steward of Gondor"
"Lead on then" she said all the mirth left he tone and she became the very picture of determination. Eomer could not help but be amused at this child with the grim determination of a man going to his death, but he wisely showed no sign of it, his sister may be small but she had a fearsome temper.
Both siblings bowed slightly when they entered the Golden hall barely pursing.
"Eowyn, my child, come I would have you met some one" Theoden King spoke to her Eowyn handed the knife to her brother and walked toward the king determined to please the Steward and his son. "Eowyn daughter of Eomund, this Denethor lord Steward of Gondor."
"I am honoured to met you my lord" Eowyn said in a soft but clear voice. Denethor looked down at her. Eowyn had expected to be looked upon as a filly at a horse auction, but the way that Denethor look in to her eyes unsettled her, she suddenly got the foolish notion in her head that he knew her thoughts. Logic took over in that moment 'Even if he does know my thought's I have nothing of which to be ashamed, I have severed my uncle and his house well these seven months and well continue to do so until I am removed to the house of my husband. Know my thoughts if you will Lord Denethor, I have no fear of you' this told to her self she stood taller before him.
Denethor for his part had indeed put his energies to knowing the young girl mind and was much pleased by what he found there.
"Lady Eowyn, I would be please if you would allow me to introduce my sons to you" Denethor gestured to his two sons who stood side by side looking on the elder or straitened his stance after his noticed the attention turn to them, "My eldest Boromir, and my second born Faramir."
Eowyn and Faramir's eyes met and the both knew that the other understood that they would carry out their duty. Thus was the first understand of Eowyn and Faramir