Snow day!!!! This is when I find time to work on my fanfiction. I know its not that great because writing stories based off other people's works really isn't my thing, in fact, writing at all really isn't my thing, and if you all want me to go away, I will. I have come to the point in my story which all authors are faced with at some time or another. Basically it is where I ask myself the question "why am I doing this?" In all honesty, I really don't know. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are the only thing keeping me going. On top of that, I have writer's block. I am sorry for boring you with my apologizing, so I apologize for the inconvenience. I am not worthy of your attention *sniff, sniff*. (Sorry, I am having a bit of a bad day due to the fact that our baby alpaca got hypothermia from the snow and I've been up all night trying to feed him and keep him warm. So if all of my pathetic apologizing is reminiscent of certain web comic characters *cough cough Piro cough*, I am sorry for being such a wuss).
With that out of the way, I hardly need to tell you that this might be a short chapter indeed, but I don't know yet because I'm making it up as I go (has anyone else noticed how many times I contradict myself here? I should crawl up in a corner and die, but then I would miss The Return of the King coming out, so bag that idea).
Disclaimer: My mind is so sad and pathetic, that even if I wasted a lifetime trying to come up with this tuff, my brain would melt into nuclear waste and Jello. 'Nuff said.
Forgotten Memories
"Sam." Who was talking to him? Why was their voice echoing inside his head? There were only two people in The Great City who could possibly know his name, and their minds were long gone.
"Sam."
Straightening up, the only person Sam could see near him was Legolas. But he was chipping rock from the stone wall in front of him, paying no attention to anything else. Sam returned to his work. Perhaps he was finally going mad.
"Sam." There it was again. With a yell of frustration, Sam looked up to see all the slaves around him shaking their heads. Even they thought he was mad. His gaze shifted to a pair of bright blue eyes staring into his. Legolas burst out laughing.
"I don't see what is so very funny," a frustrated Sam grumbled. For a second, he stopped, realizing that Legolas had been speaking to him for the first time in months. His joy and surprise made him almost glow. But his friend shook his head.
"Don't say anything out loud." For the second time in five minutes, Sam's mood swung drastically.
"What do you mean don't say anything out loud," Sam thought with contempt. "How am I supposed to talk to you."
"You just did." The elf tried to suppress a smile of amusement. Sam glared at him for a second, but then gave up his act and smiled.
"So how are we going to get out of this place?"
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Arwin awoke, but did not open her eyes just yet. She could feel her arms and feet bound to a board, and she felt stiff, as though she hadn't moved in days. Go back to sleep, she willed herself. She did not want to wake, she did not want to find how she had suffered, how he had suffered. Where is Faramir? Abandoning every instinct that told her to keep her eyes shut, she opened them to find a blinding light shining directly into them. I must be dead. But then she realized two things simultaneously; the light was coming form an eye suspended at the tip of a tower, and she was level with it. She looked down to find herself about a thousand feet from the ground, tied to a stake. Her screams were washed away by the rain and smothered by the lightning which struck everywhere around her, except for the place she longed for it to touch. Take me.
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"How, w-w-what?!" Eowyn stuttered as tears flowed down her cheeks, leaving little white trail as they washed away months of grime. So many questions, where to begin? She now knew who she was with, yet there were still gaps, still spaces in her memory where she was confronted by the horrible image whenever she tried to remember. Tired, confused, feeling as though she were the only person left in the world, she threw herself upon the floor and sobbed. For a minute, she was alone in the world. Bu then strong arms wrapped around her limp figure, pulled her close. He smothered her sobs against his chest, and she quieted after a few minutes. They stayed like that for a long while. Gandalf and Pippin set up camp, but ignored the two for the most part. Finally, Eowyn wiped away her tears and looked up into Aragorn's face.
"Something tells me I haven't cried in a long time, it feels so strange." Sensing that she was uncomfortable, Aragorn let go of her and sat back, looking up at the sky. Eowyn did not want for him to let go, but she was stubborn. She did not want him to think she needed him like that. Emotion was a sign of weakness. She would not be weak. Besides he is in love with that elf girl, not me. He is probably thinking about her right now. Yes, he is thinking about her, I can tell by the look on his face. But then why did he kiss me like that? He just wanted me to remember. He needed me to. I am just part of his plan. She sighed at her complicated emotions.
"Did you say something?" his voice was deep, soft, and concerned but at the same time, completely care free. She almost melted right then and there at the sound of the thing she had missed so much over the past months. A part of her had been missing, yet she had not even known what it was. He doesn't care she told herself. He is still looking up at the stars. Thinking about her. With this thought, she pulled herself together. She had no reason to dislike Arwin; she had never met her, had heard nothing but good things about her. But when spoken with such tenderness by the man she, Eowyn, was in love with, those wonderful things turned to foul, discusting curses. Jealousy. It was growing inside her like a weed.
"No, I did not say anything." She forced a smile and tried to sound care-free.
"As I remember it, you said quite a lot." His expression was blank, but his words were laced with something she could not identify. With a sudden realization, Eowyn blushed deep red. It was a good thing that the darkness was thick, or he would have seen her shame. I will have to learn to block him from listening to my thoughts.
"It cannot be done." Once again, she flinched due to her carelessness. "What is left of our alliance is bound together by more than just our promise to protect each other at all costs. When the Dark Lord came upon Frodo, he destroyed him and all he had worked for. But his death only strengthened the ties between all who sought peace for Middle Earth. We are connected in many ways. I felt it when he died." Eowyn realized that he was speaking of a person from The Time Before. Frodo, Frodo. She searched for a memory, but once again came upon the eye. She gritted her teeth as pain flared through her body, becoming progressively worse. She gasped for air as her body hit the ground. Once again, arms pulled her up as a voice whispered through the fog that was obscuring her thoughts.
"Let me share the pain with you." She felt her mind relax slightly as some of the pressure was lifted from her thoughts. She nestled up to him as the eye faded away, and was gone. Who am I fooling. I need him more than anything. She could feel his breath on the top of her head as he kissed her slowly. I don't want him to leave me again. His lips traveled down her neck, each kiss feeling more comforting than the last, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin which lasted for a long while. But a couple seconds later, she had fallen asleep in his arms.
Well, that's it for today. Let me know what you think, I know I am going to get flamed, but I am having a bad day, and a little romance cheered me up. Not that I would like to be in Eowyn's position. That, would be Amanda's job. So spam my inbox because of the warm and fuzzies, but you know you enjoyed them too ; )
