"Who're you?"
"The Lady Eowyn, shield-maiden of the house of Eorl, the rulers of Rohan, IF, as I very much doubt, it is any business of yours."
"But you-" King Jonathan spluttered.
"King Theoden is a reasonable man and the only reason I wasn't allowed to fight against Sauron's forces was because my people trust only in our house to lead them and needed protection. My brother Eomer rode at the king's side. We are the last of our house, and one had to remain in case both the king and my brother fell. However, there's no excuse for the way you have treated your daughter. She wants to learn to fight. For what reason did you change the laws of your country if not to allow girls to learn to fight if they so wished?"
"King Theoden? Sauron? My daughter?"
"YES, YOUR DAUGHTER! You stuck-up fool, don't you understand that a ruler must inspire the loyalty of his followers through the fairness of his judgement as well as his bravery in battle? And that counts most with his own family. Treason is most often found in those closest to a king. Wormtongue would have killed my father, do you think you are immune? Why don't you THINK for a change? Maybe if you actually treated your daughter like a HUMAN BEING she'd respect and love you enough to accept what you've said about her being a knight. As it is she never will accept it, and she hates you! You can't see what's in front of your nose, can you?! That Kalasin'll make a far better knight than you ever have and ever will be!"
"Now wait just a minute-"
"I really don't think this is a good idea, Eowyn-" Daine said.
"D'you think it matters that you're a king? It wouldn't matter if you ruled the entire earth, you still wouldn't be above being told exactly what kind of IDIOT you are. And it doesn't matter what you can do to me either. I'm dead, the Nazgul killed me and I don't care what happens now. So you may as well go apologise to your daughter and to me for making me waste my voice yelling at you."
Jonathan gaped. So did Daine. Because as she stopped speaking (or screaming rather), Eowyn vanished.
There was an awkward pause.
"Uh, I think I'll just go back to my rooms now," Daine began, edging towards the door.
"Alright," Jonathan said dreamily. Daine gave him a sharp look. He seemed to have gone simple or something. She was just opening the door, when she realised that Jonathan was speaking.
".....Strange woman but she had a point. I'm going to go talk to Kali."
And Jonathan strode past Daine and disappeared down the corridor. Daine looked after his retreating figure, completely flabbergasted.
"Well, I guess that makes it four people who can argue with him," she thought, "Thayet, Alanna, Numair.....and Eowyn.
************ Eowyn stirred and opened her eyes. She was in the Healing House, she could see and somehow she felt much happier than she had before. Before what? Before she'd yelled at that man in that strange place. She'd told him he couldn't see what was in front of his nose. And she'd been making a fuss about Aragorn when it was Faramir she really loved. And who loved her.
Springing from her bed, Eowyn hurried to dress, then ran light-footed from the room to find her love.
"The Lady Eowyn, shield-maiden of the house of Eorl, the rulers of Rohan, IF, as I very much doubt, it is any business of yours."
"But you-" King Jonathan spluttered.
"King Theoden is a reasonable man and the only reason I wasn't allowed to fight against Sauron's forces was because my people trust only in our house to lead them and needed protection. My brother Eomer rode at the king's side. We are the last of our house, and one had to remain in case both the king and my brother fell. However, there's no excuse for the way you have treated your daughter. She wants to learn to fight. For what reason did you change the laws of your country if not to allow girls to learn to fight if they so wished?"
"King Theoden? Sauron? My daughter?"
"YES, YOUR DAUGHTER! You stuck-up fool, don't you understand that a ruler must inspire the loyalty of his followers through the fairness of his judgement as well as his bravery in battle? And that counts most with his own family. Treason is most often found in those closest to a king. Wormtongue would have killed my father, do you think you are immune? Why don't you THINK for a change? Maybe if you actually treated your daughter like a HUMAN BEING she'd respect and love you enough to accept what you've said about her being a knight. As it is she never will accept it, and she hates you! You can't see what's in front of your nose, can you?! That Kalasin'll make a far better knight than you ever have and ever will be!"
"Now wait just a minute-"
"I really don't think this is a good idea, Eowyn-" Daine said.
"D'you think it matters that you're a king? It wouldn't matter if you ruled the entire earth, you still wouldn't be above being told exactly what kind of IDIOT you are. And it doesn't matter what you can do to me either. I'm dead, the Nazgul killed me and I don't care what happens now. So you may as well go apologise to your daughter and to me for making me waste my voice yelling at you."
Jonathan gaped. So did Daine. Because as she stopped speaking (or screaming rather), Eowyn vanished.
There was an awkward pause.
"Uh, I think I'll just go back to my rooms now," Daine began, edging towards the door.
"Alright," Jonathan said dreamily. Daine gave him a sharp look. He seemed to have gone simple or something. She was just opening the door, when she realised that Jonathan was speaking.
".....Strange woman but she had a point. I'm going to go talk to Kali."
And Jonathan strode past Daine and disappeared down the corridor. Daine looked after his retreating figure, completely flabbergasted.
"Well, I guess that makes it four people who can argue with him," she thought, "Thayet, Alanna, Numair.....and Eowyn.
************ Eowyn stirred and opened her eyes. She was in the Healing House, she could see and somehow she felt much happier than she had before. Before what? Before she'd yelled at that man in that strange place. She'd told him he couldn't see what was in front of his nose. And she'd been making a fuss about Aragorn when it was Faramir she really loved. And who loved her.
Springing from her bed, Eowyn hurried to dress, then ran light-footed from the room to find her love.
