I'm Back! Happy New Year, ye faithful readers! O recievers of cyber-muffins! The new chapter cometh! Anyway, I'm getting this up A.S.A.P. so I can work on my other stories. Anyway, I don't own anything, except my muffins and Mieras, whose name my sister SLAUGHTERED! (which, by the way, is pronounced me-air-as) and on to the story!
Eowyn led her into a hall that was lined with dark tables. Mieras basked in the warmth of the hall for a moment before Eowyn led her down a hall to the right and into a small room to the left.
"You may sleep here tonight. I'll wake you tommorow and we'll go see the king. You've had a long journey. Sleep well, Mieras," she said softly and stepped backwards out of the room, shutting the door.
Mieras stood for a moment before falling onto the bed. She curled her arms under the pillow and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her stomach growled, but sleep took over.
~ "Hey, brat! Try this one on for size!" the older boy said, throwing a stick as big as her in her direction. She dodged it and tried to run out the door, but another boy blocked it. Her body quaked and she stepped back. The four boys, all much older than her, laughed and circled around her, hands pushing her from all directions. The oldest one stepped in front of her, his back to the door.
"Well, well, well. What shall we do with her, hmmm? Maybe tie her to Baron and let him loose on the fields! What say you?!" he said.
"Aye!" they chorused.
"Touch her and you answer to the steward," said a voice from the door.
"Lord Boromir," they muttered, turning around and dropping to one knee.
Boromir stepped between them and lifted his four year old sister off the ground. Mieras circled her arms around his neck and hung on. He turned and walked out of the room, his arm around her waist.
"Mieras... Mieras... wake up..." he said, his voice taking on a femenine tone....~
Mieras jerked up, remanets of the long-forgotten memory dissapearing.
"Yes?" she asked, startled.
"The king will see you now," Eowyn said, holding out a dress, "I found a dress I think will fit you."
"Thanks."
"I'll be back in a few minutes," Eowyn said, leaving the room.
Mieras quickly stripped off her worn pants, shirt and boots. Then she puzzled over the dress for a few minutes. At last, she pulled the long cotton shift over her head, then pulled the brown cotton over dress on, lacing up the sides. Finished, she waited for Eowyn to return. She did and she led Mieras back into the table lined hall. At the end of the hall, a man sat in a chair, flanked by a sullen looking, pale man dressed in black.
"Uncle, this is Mieras of Gondor, daughter of the steward Denethor. Her brother wishes for her to stay here, away from the eye of Sauron."
"Stay. I bid you welcome. Eowyn, watch over her," the King said.
"Yes, Uncle," Eowyn said, and gestured for Mieras to follow her.
The next few months passed quickly, the two enjoying each others company. Neither of them had ever had a sister, and they soon became as close as two sisters. They taught each other whatever they knew about sword fighting and practiced in secret, away from Wormtounges' prying eyes. Grima Wormtounge, Mieras soon learned, was the the kings advisor and soon took over most of the kings duties as the king grew old before their own eyes.
They saw Eomer and Theodred less and less as they rode off with the rest of the Riddermark, fighting whatever Orcs and evil slipped into Rohan. About six months after Mieras had left Gondor, Eomer returned with a dying Theodred. She and Eowyn cared for him as best they could, but within a few days, he lay dead. She and Eowyn, now alone, as Eomer had been banished and Theodred was dead, broke the news to the king. Afterward, Eowyn returned to Theodreds' room, while Mieras set out to find someone to prepare him for burial. After talking to the elderly lady, Mieras went to find Eowyn. As she headed to Theodred's room, Eowyn rushed out, tears in her eyes.
"Eowyn, whats wrong?" Mieras asked.
"That slimy snake. Mieras, he's poisoning the king. Soon he'll take over Rohan and there's nothing we can do about it," Eowyn said, her voice shaky.
"Don't worry, help will come. Rohan is strong, it will never fall," Mieras said, trying to comfort Eowyn while leading her away from Wormtounge's ears. They left the hall and went to stand on the windy outlook of Edoras. Mieras stood looking out over the city while Eowyn focused her attention on the fields that spread out for miles.
"Mieras! Come look!" Eowyn shouted to her over the wind. Mieras ran to where she stood and spotted three horses galloping towards the city walls. Above them, a flag ripped away from its pole and fluttered away. They watched it come to rest on a clump of grass outside the walls. The horses were soon visible to them as they galloped into Edoras. As they neared them, Mieras saw that two men rode one of the horses.
"Come," Eowyn said, pulling her towards the hall.
Mieras followed, her sleeves flying in the wind. Eowyn led her down a side hall, one that led to the back of the hall. They stood, balancing on a wooden beam, and looked out towards the mountains, trying to see if the beacons were lit. They had been checking everyday now for the past few months. But they still were nonexistiant. Turning, they headed back to see who the riders were.
They entered the hall to a strange sight. The visitors were positioned all over the hall and one was dressed all in white, pointing a long staff at the king. With a gasp, Eowyn ran towards the king, only to be held back by a scruffy man. Mieras tried to follow her and get to the king, but she was stopped by a tall blonde man. They watched as the white man battled with the king. Finally, the king was flung back into his chair and breathed a long sigh. Eowyn rushed to him and held him up. Suddenly, he began to change before their very eyes. He looked once more like the man she had met when she first came here.
He spoke to Eowyn and the tall white man, who handed him his sword. Suddenly, a look came into his eyes and he glared at Wormtounge. Picking him up by the collar of his robes, he dragged him out of the hall. Mieras lingered behind as everyone rushed out of the hall behind him. She noticed the blonde man lingering too. Now that she looked closley, she saw his ears were shaped like a leaf, pointed at the top. Following him out, she went out to stand beside Eowyn as the king spoke.
"Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" he asked.
"Does he not remember from just this morning?" Mieras whispered to Eowyn.
"No."
Mieras shuddered, twisting her sleeves around and around. The wind still blew and it had tangled and twisted her hair and Eowyns' hair together as they stood shoulder to shoulder. A few strands blew in front of them, white-blonde twisted with honey-blonde. The king made his way into the hall and Eowyn followed him to tell him of Theodred's death. Three of the visitors, the Man, the Elf and the shorter one, who she presumed was a Dwarf, came to stand beside her as the white one walked with the king. Mieras spun to face them.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking at them.
"I am Aragorn, and these are my companions, Legolas and Gimli. Our other companion is Gandalf the White. We are part of the Fellowship of the Ring, who set out from Rivendell," the man said.
"Rivendell? The Elven Rivendell?" Mieras asked, remembering that was where Boromir had traveled to.
"Yes."
"Did you see Boromir of Gondor there?" she asked, eagar for news of him.
The three looked quickly at each other before looking back at her.
"He died defending two members of our Fellowship. We were too late to save him," Aragorn said.
Mieras gasped, taking a step back. No, Boromir dead?
"Are-are you sure it was Boromir of Gondor? Son of Denethor?" she asked, trying to keep calm, "With the maroon shield?"
"Yes," Aragorn said.
Mieras blinked wildly before spinning towards the hall. She took the same path as she and Eowyn had taken earlier and came to the same wooden beam. Sitting down, she gasped and tears came to her eyes. First Theodred, then Boromir. This was too much. She never even got to say good bye to him. A little later, she felt a hand touch her back. The Elf Legolas stood beside her.
"Boromir's death was not in vain. It must have come as a shock to you. You must have been very close to him. Aragorn should not have been that blunt with the news of his death," he said, sitting down beside her.
"He was my eldest brother. And just this morning, Theodred died. It was too much at once," she said, her face still buried in her knees.
"I hate..." he started, then paused, "I hate to tell you this, but the Prince's funeral is in an hour and the king demanded everyone present. I wanted to apologize for Aragorn, that's why I'm here instead of Eowyn."
"Thank you Legolas," she said, accepting his hand. She went to her room and pulled on the black dress she found on her bed. She picked up the cloak and circlet and went to Eowyn's room. She was already dressed with her hair pulled back. Eowyn sat Mieras down on her bed and brushed and twisted her hair in the same style as hers, the circlet dissapearing under her hair. She fastened her cloak with a silver pin and pulled the hood up so it covered the back of her head. When they were done, they made their way to the hall.
*Whaaa!! She finds out Boromir is dead... Poor sexy Boromir.... this chappie is long! I'm so happy! I've been typing all day b/c we had today off. Yay! Anyway, my cute little muses (aka Mini-Legolas and mini-Merry) need reviews. so hit the little bluish-grey button and review!
Eowyn led her into a hall that was lined with dark tables. Mieras basked in the warmth of the hall for a moment before Eowyn led her down a hall to the right and into a small room to the left.
"You may sleep here tonight. I'll wake you tommorow and we'll go see the king. You've had a long journey. Sleep well, Mieras," she said softly and stepped backwards out of the room, shutting the door.
Mieras stood for a moment before falling onto the bed. She curled her arms under the pillow and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her stomach growled, but sleep took over.
~ "Hey, brat! Try this one on for size!" the older boy said, throwing a stick as big as her in her direction. She dodged it and tried to run out the door, but another boy blocked it. Her body quaked and she stepped back. The four boys, all much older than her, laughed and circled around her, hands pushing her from all directions. The oldest one stepped in front of her, his back to the door.
"Well, well, well. What shall we do with her, hmmm? Maybe tie her to Baron and let him loose on the fields! What say you?!" he said.
"Aye!" they chorused.
"Touch her and you answer to the steward," said a voice from the door.
"Lord Boromir," they muttered, turning around and dropping to one knee.
Boromir stepped between them and lifted his four year old sister off the ground. Mieras circled her arms around his neck and hung on. He turned and walked out of the room, his arm around her waist.
"Mieras... Mieras... wake up..." he said, his voice taking on a femenine tone....~
Mieras jerked up, remanets of the long-forgotten memory dissapearing.
"Yes?" she asked, startled.
"The king will see you now," Eowyn said, holding out a dress, "I found a dress I think will fit you."
"Thanks."
"I'll be back in a few minutes," Eowyn said, leaving the room.
Mieras quickly stripped off her worn pants, shirt and boots. Then she puzzled over the dress for a few minutes. At last, she pulled the long cotton shift over her head, then pulled the brown cotton over dress on, lacing up the sides. Finished, she waited for Eowyn to return. She did and she led Mieras back into the table lined hall. At the end of the hall, a man sat in a chair, flanked by a sullen looking, pale man dressed in black.
"Uncle, this is Mieras of Gondor, daughter of the steward Denethor. Her brother wishes for her to stay here, away from the eye of Sauron."
"Stay. I bid you welcome. Eowyn, watch over her," the King said.
"Yes, Uncle," Eowyn said, and gestured for Mieras to follow her.
The next few months passed quickly, the two enjoying each others company. Neither of them had ever had a sister, and they soon became as close as two sisters. They taught each other whatever they knew about sword fighting and practiced in secret, away from Wormtounges' prying eyes. Grima Wormtounge, Mieras soon learned, was the the kings advisor and soon took over most of the kings duties as the king grew old before their own eyes.
They saw Eomer and Theodred less and less as they rode off with the rest of the Riddermark, fighting whatever Orcs and evil slipped into Rohan. About six months after Mieras had left Gondor, Eomer returned with a dying Theodred. She and Eowyn cared for him as best they could, but within a few days, he lay dead. She and Eowyn, now alone, as Eomer had been banished and Theodred was dead, broke the news to the king. Afterward, Eowyn returned to Theodreds' room, while Mieras set out to find someone to prepare him for burial. After talking to the elderly lady, Mieras went to find Eowyn. As she headed to Theodred's room, Eowyn rushed out, tears in her eyes.
"Eowyn, whats wrong?" Mieras asked.
"That slimy snake. Mieras, he's poisoning the king. Soon he'll take over Rohan and there's nothing we can do about it," Eowyn said, her voice shaky.
"Don't worry, help will come. Rohan is strong, it will never fall," Mieras said, trying to comfort Eowyn while leading her away from Wormtounge's ears. They left the hall and went to stand on the windy outlook of Edoras. Mieras stood looking out over the city while Eowyn focused her attention on the fields that spread out for miles.
"Mieras! Come look!" Eowyn shouted to her over the wind. Mieras ran to where she stood and spotted three horses galloping towards the city walls. Above them, a flag ripped away from its pole and fluttered away. They watched it come to rest on a clump of grass outside the walls. The horses were soon visible to them as they galloped into Edoras. As they neared them, Mieras saw that two men rode one of the horses.
"Come," Eowyn said, pulling her towards the hall.
Mieras followed, her sleeves flying in the wind. Eowyn led her down a side hall, one that led to the back of the hall. They stood, balancing on a wooden beam, and looked out towards the mountains, trying to see if the beacons were lit. They had been checking everyday now for the past few months. But they still were nonexistiant. Turning, they headed back to see who the riders were.
They entered the hall to a strange sight. The visitors were positioned all over the hall and one was dressed all in white, pointing a long staff at the king. With a gasp, Eowyn ran towards the king, only to be held back by a scruffy man. Mieras tried to follow her and get to the king, but she was stopped by a tall blonde man. They watched as the white man battled with the king. Finally, the king was flung back into his chair and breathed a long sigh. Eowyn rushed to him and held him up. Suddenly, he began to change before their very eyes. He looked once more like the man she had met when she first came here.
He spoke to Eowyn and the tall white man, who handed him his sword. Suddenly, a look came into his eyes and he glared at Wormtounge. Picking him up by the collar of his robes, he dragged him out of the hall. Mieras lingered behind as everyone rushed out of the hall behind him. She noticed the blonde man lingering too. Now that she looked closley, she saw his ears were shaped like a leaf, pointed at the top. Following him out, she went out to stand beside Eowyn as the king spoke.
"Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" he asked.
"Does he not remember from just this morning?" Mieras whispered to Eowyn.
"No."
Mieras shuddered, twisting her sleeves around and around. The wind still blew and it had tangled and twisted her hair and Eowyns' hair together as they stood shoulder to shoulder. A few strands blew in front of them, white-blonde twisted with honey-blonde. The king made his way into the hall and Eowyn followed him to tell him of Theodred's death. Three of the visitors, the Man, the Elf and the shorter one, who she presumed was a Dwarf, came to stand beside her as the white one walked with the king. Mieras spun to face them.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking at them.
"I am Aragorn, and these are my companions, Legolas and Gimli. Our other companion is Gandalf the White. We are part of the Fellowship of the Ring, who set out from Rivendell," the man said.
"Rivendell? The Elven Rivendell?" Mieras asked, remembering that was where Boromir had traveled to.
"Yes."
"Did you see Boromir of Gondor there?" she asked, eagar for news of him.
The three looked quickly at each other before looking back at her.
"He died defending two members of our Fellowship. We were too late to save him," Aragorn said.
Mieras gasped, taking a step back. No, Boromir dead?
"Are-are you sure it was Boromir of Gondor? Son of Denethor?" she asked, trying to keep calm, "With the maroon shield?"
"Yes," Aragorn said.
Mieras blinked wildly before spinning towards the hall. She took the same path as she and Eowyn had taken earlier and came to the same wooden beam. Sitting down, she gasped and tears came to her eyes. First Theodred, then Boromir. This was too much. She never even got to say good bye to him. A little later, she felt a hand touch her back. The Elf Legolas stood beside her.
"Boromir's death was not in vain. It must have come as a shock to you. You must have been very close to him. Aragorn should not have been that blunt with the news of his death," he said, sitting down beside her.
"He was my eldest brother. And just this morning, Theodred died. It was too much at once," she said, her face still buried in her knees.
"I hate..." he started, then paused, "I hate to tell you this, but the Prince's funeral is in an hour and the king demanded everyone present. I wanted to apologize for Aragorn, that's why I'm here instead of Eowyn."
"Thank you Legolas," she said, accepting his hand. She went to her room and pulled on the black dress she found on her bed. She picked up the cloak and circlet and went to Eowyn's room. She was already dressed with her hair pulled back. Eowyn sat Mieras down on her bed and brushed and twisted her hair in the same style as hers, the circlet dissapearing under her hair. She fastened her cloak with a silver pin and pulled the hood up so it covered the back of her head. When they were done, they made their way to the hall.
*Whaaa!! She finds out Boromir is dead... Poor sexy Boromir.... this chappie is long! I'm so happy! I've been typing all day b/c we had today off. Yay! Anyway, my cute little muses (aka Mini-Legolas and mini-Merry) need reviews. so hit the little bluish-grey button and review!