Disclaimer: She isn't mine 'cos I, unlike Tolkien, am not the brilliant
inventor of Middle Earth and its residentspeople. And since I am not the
aforementioned geniusbrilliant guy mentioned above,, my writing sucks when
compared to his, so please don't comparejudge too critically against too
critically to the books.
Plains and Horses
The White Lady of Ithilien had a small office, adorned with the banners of neither her native Rohan nor her adopted Gondor. She sat at her fragrant cedar desk, looking over figures for her husband, occasionally scratching out a mistake. Most days were like this. This tedium and repetition had plagued Éowyn in Rohan, and had followed ""her through the Battle of Pelennor Fields to the Houses of Healing to the forest of Ithilien. Here, though, they were different. Here, she was not left out of wars, nor was she forced to care for bespelled old men. Here, it was because of duty.
King Elessar Telcontar had appointed Faramir, Steward of Gondor, to rule over Ithilien. Éowyn thus became the Lady of the forest, and she had taken it upon herself to aid her husband. So she sat in this small, plain office every day, helping with finances and dull logistical planning. The room was tucked away within her home; only a select few knew of its location.
Éowyn looked out the one window to see that the shadows now pointed away from her: the morning had passed. She stood up to go, acknowledging her hunger at last and wondering whether Faramir's day was any less dull than her own. It probably wasn't, but he wouldn't complain either way. She found it terribly unfair, this life of moving from one cage to another.
At least there had been plains and horses in the last one.
Plains and Horses
The White Lady of Ithilien had a small office, adorned with the banners of neither her native Rohan nor her adopted Gondor. She sat at her fragrant cedar desk, looking over figures for her husband, occasionally scratching out a mistake. Most days were like this. This tedium and repetition had plagued Éowyn in Rohan, and had followed ""her through the Battle of Pelennor Fields to the Houses of Healing to the forest of Ithilien. Here, though, they were different. Here, she was not left out of wars, nor was she forced to care for bespelled old men. Here, it was because of duty.
King Elessar Telcontar had appointed Faramir, Steward of Gondor, to rule over Ithilien. Éowyn thus became the Lady of the forest, and she had taken it upon herself to aid her husband. So she sat in this small, plain office every day, helping with finances and dull logistical planning. The room was tucked away within her home; only a select few knew of its location.
Éowyn looked out the one window to see that the shadows now pointed away from her: the morning had passed. She stood up to go, acknowledging her hunger at last and wondering whether Faramir's day was any less dull than her own. It probably wasn't, but he wouldn't complain either way. She found it terribly unfair, this life of moving from one cage to another.
At least there had been plains and horses in the last one.