Winds
By
Necole
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Tolkien
Notes: I would like to send out four HUGE Thank yous.
Jen: Thank you so much for reviewing!!! Your were so sweet, and I thank you for that! I hope this chapter brings more happiness then the last!
Lisa: Thank you so much for reviewing! I am so glad that you are enjoying the story. I really liked the Houses of Healing scene too! Oh, I used those lines from one of the previous chapters, I hope you enjoy that part!! Hope in Minas Tirith was EXCELLENT!! Don't be gone for too long, I need to know what happens!!
Kiki: I am so glad that you are enjoying my story!! I adore your stories, and I am glad that you have this fearless soul to overcome the hardships of this pairing. I love your creativity, and I cannot wait for your next post!! Thank you so much for reviewing!!!
Alece: I am so glad you enjoy this pairing!!! Thank you so much for reviewing! And thank you for you kind words!!! I really appreciate them!!!
Okay, now for some chapter notes. This is still very much an AU! Characters, ALL characters are based on the movie. This ending was not the original, but things were getting WAY too long, so I cut it in half. So read this as a part one.
Now I have a question. . . Are you guys getting bored?????? I know I am irritated with how much I have repeated myself. I hate the light and the darkness!! Blah blah blah!!! It's like all I can write about!!
So, if you guys are getting bored, just tell me and I will stop this. This is not a threat or anything, I 'm just curious!! I have a lot more plans, but if the interest is not there, then I'll just put this one up for another day. I hope to stop being so repetitive!!!
So, be kind! And PLEASE review!!! I really need feedback!!!!
Okay, I hope you all enjoy!!!!
Chapter Six: The Breath of Life
There was life now. After all had turned to black, the fair wind brought forth by wings cleared the smoke and flame away. Then there was nothing, nothing but the pale white light of relief. He awoke with that same pale light behind him, a circle of protection and celebration. He opened his eyes and stared with disbelief at Gandalf.
Then from the wizard erupted a joyous sound, laughter. Clear and bright was the sound, no sorrow nor stifling of emotions. It was only the pure sound of happiness, something that had not been heard in a very long time.
Frodo answered with a laugh of his own. He had found life again.
More life entered the room, with the coming of the fellowship. All who entered brought their own mirth and cheer. No smiles were that of sorrow or pain. There had been that look from Sam, the look of one who simply knew.
Life had indeed returned, all of its tastes, feelings, and splendor. Frodo looked to each friend and smiled when their name touched his lips.
"Aragorn," and when Aragorn's eyes rose from their once downcast position, Frodo saw that his mirth was not as true as it had seemed with his entrance. Deep in his eyes he still held sorrow. His face bore the evidence of many changes. This Frodo saw, but he knew to ignore these new things that hung from Aragorn's frame. Many events had taken place that would change the heart of any who had suffered through them. So, Frodo looked away from the man he had once called Strider. The darkness in his eyes brought the cold numbing pain of despair back to Frodo's heart. He turned to Merry and Pippin to listen and feel the renewal of life.
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He walked now, alone, celebrating every breath that he took. Dark had been his dreams, filled with the smell of smoke and burning flesh. Death he had not found, but sorrow he had felt with the knowledge of his father's passing. He was truly alone for the first time in his life.
That is why he had taken to walking about at night. Sleep did not come, nor did he feel that he needed more rest. So, as night fell, he would rise and walk the halls of the Houses of Healing. A cool wind blew, touching his face with its soft invisible fingers. He cast his eyes to the shining light of the stars. So much light sparkled in the night sky. To Faramir, the night would always hold the special memories of his mother, a woman he had never known, but had always loved. Her robe was the color of blue only seen when the moon is right. Then adorning the mystic blue of the moonlit fabric was the bright shimmer of silver stars. She had passed in the night, becoming his first memory of both love and death.
So it was on this night, when the moon was in its special place and the night sky was a deep blue, that Faramir looked away from his mother's memory. She was now, not alone in her place after life. For a son and her husband now accompanied her. Sad and bitter would not be the remaining days of Faramir, son of Denethor. He would not follow in his father's ways. He was to make use of the days that still lay before him. Well he would be, and happy.
The walk back to his room was a light and carefree one. His renewed life was set with brightness upon his fair face. Stairs he took one at a time, appreciating their place in his journey. The turn of a hall was met with childish enthusiasm. So pleased was Faramir with his new promise of life that he lost himself in the many halls of the Houses of Healing. New was the dark hall he found himself wondering down. He knew that he should stop and turn around, but something drew him onward. His neck tingled with mystic calling that suggested an opportunity of fate. There was one torch lit outside a large wooden door. He focused his eyes on the light and went forth. As he came to the door, he saw that it was ajar, and a strange pale light emerged from the room. Slowly with little fear he pushed open the door quietly.
And there laying in a shroud of unworldly light was a woman more fair and beautiful then any he had ever seen. His breath was forgotten as he looked upon her. Unconscious steps brought him closer to her bedside. Faramir studied her with eyes of wonder, never had he seen such a sight. Cold fair skin warmed by the golden hair upon her head. The beauty and sadness that clung to her sleeping figure made Faramir shiver, her vision was almost too much for him to bear. The single candle that burned by her bed was blotted out by the light that encircled her sleeping form. The light held its own fascination, but still it was her simple loveliness that stilled his heart.
Then, not paying any mind to the protecting beam of light that surrounded the sleeping woman, Faramir put forth his hand to touch her white as snow flesh.
It was then that a sharp intake of breath was heard from across the room, this caused Faramir's eyes to leave the sleeping figure.
Long and intense was the stare between Aragorn and Faramir, each challenging the other. For at this time both their hearts held equal love for the Lady Éowyn.. But in the eyes of Aragorn there was the dark sorrow of long suffering, and it was this darkness that made Faramir look away from his king.
He bowed low and said,
"I am sorry my liege, I did not know."
He then looked into the hollow eyes of Aragorn once more. A haunted man with the pain of much despair stood watching his every move. Apologies were not heard, he only recognized the presence of an intruder.
Faramir then turned and quickly departed the room. He walked a few paces down the sparsely lit hall before turning to view the door again. It shut quietly, blocking the entrance of anyone who dared to trespass again.
Faramir placed his head in his hands, he was overcome by his own frustration. If only he had cast aside the weight of the past, the weight of the dead, then he would have found this woman sooner. It had been his freedom, his carefree attitude that had drawn him to this almost hidden room. Faramir knew in his heart that if the presence of Aragorn had not been there, then his, Faramir's touch would have called the lady from whatever darkness she resided in.
However, that was not the will of fate. He had missed his chance, it had slipped past him. Now, the sleeping woman would only be a memory to him. A woman who he had never known, but would always love.
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Sleep would no longer find him, he only sat with eyes wide open. He waited now, watching her eyes, hoping for some movement of life. Patience he had found, but only from the numbness of solitude. He moved his eyes from Éowyn to the door of her room. It remained closed, with a chair up against it. There would be no more unwelcome trespassers.
From the east came the dawn, shades of pink and purple replaced the darkness of the night. It was at this time, that Aragorn, knew of nothing but his own sorrow. Today was to be the day of his crowning, and he wished for the presence of Éowyn. But she still slept, without any knowledge of time or visitor. As the first rays of sun touched the earth, Aragorn knew what he must do. He would have to walk away from this vigil. He feared that though her body was untouched, her spirit had already departed. Aragorn, wished her the freedom that death brought. So, with heavy steps he approached her bedside, and kissing her brow he said,
"If sleep you must, then rest with peace. Do not linger in this state of in between. So long have you slept, I fear that you will have a tale much like that of Míriel, mother of Fëanor. And I, much like Finwë will still call to you, though your spirit has passed out of weariness. If that is be our tale, then I wish you peace, for I will not find mine until we meet again. For it is love that I hold for you Lady Éowyn. And so, I shall leave you now. My sorrow will not help you. Farewell, my lady. Until we meet again, when ever that may be."
The chair he removed, and the door he shut behind him.
*******
Night had fallen again and the world had grown quiet. The bright moon caused the snows of Mount Mindolluin to sparkle with the same intensity of the stars. Aragorn followed behind Gandalf, down precarious, ancient paths they went. Finally Gandalf stopped and looked upon Aragorn with a curious gaze. Upon the sky, morning would soon arrive. Another dawn, another charge for the king.
"The moon shines, and the sun rises. Two lights meet and under their joined beams, you will find that which you have been looking."
Aragorn first looked to the sky, then to the ground where Gandalf's gaze lingered. There just beyond the edge of snow, coming forth from a barren slope of dark stone, stood the sapling of a tree. White and silver it was, the petals of its flowers were bright and sparkling like the snow. Aragorn went to it with speed, for it was what he had looked for. It was the final sign of the renewal in which had spread across the land with the return of the king.
Aragorn removed it gently, easily it came from the earth, as if it wanted to go with him. He picked it up in his hands and raised it to the united beams of light. A burst of wind blew, carrying with it the smell of the sea. The wind rustled then snatched some of the white petals sending them floating in the sky.
Gandalf laughed at the sight,
"You see, Aragorn deep roots are not reached by the frost. Some that linger in chill, shall bring life, even to the fair wind of this world."
Away the petals went, from both tree and king. Some fell to the green world that lay at the bottom of the mountain, while others tumbled through the air, cast to the heavens by the invisible force of the western wind.
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The windows of Éowyn's room were blown open with a shattering noise. A powerful gust of wind entered her room. Slowly it deposited the glittering white petals that it carried. Softly they fell to the floor, then as another gust blew, more petals were flown to the sleeping figure. They hung for a moment, suspended by the light that surrounded her, then slowly they dropped past the protecting light, coming to a final rest upon her face and body.
The wind that blew had the smell of snowy mountains upon it, new it was, as if no other living thing had breathed it in before.
And so it was with this fresh clean breath of air, that Éowyn's lungs took it in. Life was remembered, smoke and darkness were forgotten, and she was finally free from her prison.
She sat up with a start. The light passed, but the wind still blew, tangling her hair. She took in a quick deep cleansing breath, and said the one word that she had held on her lips for the duration of her dark sleep.
"Aragorn!"
But he did not come.
*******
Aragorn stood now in a hall of grey stone, with a great window that looked out upon the City of Kings. The white tree he had found and had planted, it grew now in the courtyard, summoning the true days of the king. His crown he did not wear, for there was no need. He already had the manytroubles of king, he did not need another weight. He watched the sky as a cloud passed over the sun, blocking its light from the world with a brief shadow.
Something caught his eye and he turned from the city. A loud piercing note of silence filled the hall as he laid his hollow eyes upon the sight that stood just a small distance from him. He blinked, but the figure did not waver. Then he waited for the light to return, for he still did not trust his sight. Yet the shadow still remained, and his uncertainty grew.
Long they stared at one another, each waiting for the spell of the other to break and reality to once again show the loneliness that long had been endured by either sleep, or the turmoil of life. Then Aragorn took one step forward, light spread its warmth upon the world again. And he knew her, for truth the light had brought. His voice shook with emotion as he said the name he had called to from across the lost wilderness of shadow.
"Éowyn."
She did not answer, but her chin quivered and a tear escaped her shining eyes. Then as the shadows began to fall away and she knew his voice had been the one that had called to her, she breathed freely again. Her arms opened like large wings and with the swiftness of wind, her feet carried her to his open arms.
Long was their simple embrace. Aragorn buried his face into her neck and shoulders. Her ears filled with the secret words of his past promises. Éowyn's eyes closed, and for the first time she was free of all grief and heartache. Her heart changed, allowing her own words to echo that of Aragorn's.
Now, with new oaths made, they looked upon one another. Love they held in their eyes, and shared confidences. It was Éowyn who spoke the first words that were above a whisper. Privacy did not seem so important to her at such a moment. Her eyes now glistened with the tears of reunion, and as she spoke they fell slowly down her cheeks.
"Thank you."
Aragorn looked at her strangely, then he brushed the tears away with his gently thumbs.
"Why do you thank me?"
She smiled now, words from the past came floating back to her.
"You called to me. I heard you. I'm thanking you for calling me from shadow and pain."
Overwhelmed by his own emotions, Aragorn bowed his head. So many times had he called to her, so much doubt he had held. When the words that she now spoke were said by him, the future had indeed seemed dark. Yet, now none of that mattered, for it had been the cries of victory that had sounded the end. But now all he saw was the light from her eyes, and he knew that victory had brought them all to a blessed time. All things must pass, but the days of the king were renewed and would flourish for many ages to come.
Aragorn's eyes held the disbelief of such a moment. Then reacting on the urgent impulse to touch her, he kissed her, suddenly and completely.
They stole away in silence, hands entwined.
*******
Days of quiet followed, with only the touch of hands and lips upon skin being their only reality. Words were forgotten as the world turned away and allowed them the privacy they sought.
Slowly as what would be their last night of solitude faded into day, plans were made for their wedding. Protocol would assume that Éowyn would return first to Edoras to bury her uncle, but that did not seem practical. Soon, would come the last journey of Théoden, and when it did many who now stayed in Minas Tirith would follow. For this would be the path of all the hobbits, and of course of her brother. Then homeward bound the hobbits would tread, for the couple did not forget that home did call to their friends. And responsibility called to the new King of Rohan.
So it was that a wedding was planned before the final march of King Théoden. For the attendance of all those whom the couple loved were wanted at the union.
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They were married under the fading light of twilight, when the world cannot decide which light to beckon. Both the moon and the sun dueled in the sky, creating an array of contrasting colors.
The sky held its magical glow, and the prospering white tree relinquished many glittering petals. They fell upon all who watched as Aragorn, King Elessar kissed the lips of Éowyn the Lady of Rohan. With that kiss ended the days of silence and solitude. Their days of suffering had finally come to an end.
The promise of renewal did not end with the wedding of the king. A great feast was to be held, voices were to echo in song, and feet were to dance for the coming prosperity.
The King and Queen now stood, watching as their friends gathered around them, awaiting the celebration. The Tree of Gondor was to their backs as they readied to address the wedding party. Aragorn toasted his bride and his people, his words marked the beginning of the feast.
Later, after several toasts had been given to honor the royal couple, Merry approached his friends. He stood with amazement at their pairing. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open.
Éowyn was the first to notice his close presence, her eyes, then her face turned to greet Merry. She laughed loudly at his sight.
"What do you look at with such fascination, my dear Merry?"
Her kind laugh subsided as a gentle smile replaced it.
Merry stammered slightly,
I-I'm sorry, my-my lady, I mean, my queen."
The smiles of both Aragorn and Éowyn turned to light chuckles.
Merry scowled at both, causing them to end their shared laughter.
"It is Éowyn and Aragorn, as it was before," said the King. "Now tell us, Master Hobbit, what is it that you look at with such astonishment?"
Merry grew thoughtful, then spoke with much seriousness.
"It is just that-well, you two. Both of you must admit that this wedding is a little unexpected. I mean, none of us knew."
"Well, speak for yourself, Merry. I knew, I knew all along." Said Pippin who now stood beside his friend.
"No you didn't, Pip. We were just talking about the surprise of it all."
"No we weren't. You mentioned the surprise of the wedding, and I agreed. I knew about their relationship long before you were released from the Houses of Healing."
Pippin nodded his head in assurance.
Merry's brow furrowed as he met Pippin's confidence with a challenge.
"How did you know?"
"Well, Merry, really it's quite simple. I was sent to find Aragorn, when I accidentally stumbled upon. . ."
"Gentlemen. This is not a matter to argue over." Said Aragorn as he interrupted Pippin's long speech.
The two hobbits looked with much perplexity upon their friend. Aragorn reached for Éowyn's hand, before explaining himself.
"Ours is a long story, bearing many riddles and rhymes. Some have been answered, others still remain hidden in mystery. Yet, we still found one another, and here we shall remain."
He then took her hand and turned it over, gently he kissed her palm. Aragorn then looked up and met her eyes in shared secret. Éowyn blushed as she saw the love in his eyes. Then Aragorn bowed his head again and laid his soft lips upon her wrist. A small gesture, but one that spoke of many things.
Merry and Pippin watched with boredom. The words that Aragorn spoke meant nothing to them. It was Pippin who turned to Merry and said,
"I think we should get something to eat," then his eyes widened as he saw someone pass with a pint. "And drink."
Merry watched the couple a brief moment longer, his curiosity still evident. Then he shrugged his shoulders and turned to Pippin.
" I agree, Pip. I'm starving."
Long the newly wed couple sat uninterrupted by guests. Then a member of the King's guard came to Aragorn, he bowed low to the couple before speaking.
"I am sorry sire, but you are needed."
"What is it?" Asked Aragorn with much annoyance.
The guard blinked with fear, then hesitated before answering.
"I-I am not sure, my lord. I only know that your counsel is sought."
Aragorn nodded,
"Fine, I will be there in a moment."
He gave the guard leave. Aragorn then turned to look upon Éowyn, there was regret in his eyes, and irritation.
"I am sorry." He said earnestly.
Éowyn nodded,
"I know, but it is the life of a king… and a queen."
Then she cupped his face with both hands and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"I understand. Go now, go without any guilt."
"Do you wish to join me?"
"No, not this time, but thank you for offering."
Aragorn brushed her brow with his lips, before he turned and departed from the celebration.
Éowyn sat and watched as the back of Aragorn disappeared among the crowd. Then she set her gaze upon the many strange faces that surrounded her. Her great happiness seemed to drain for a moment, as the familiar tug of loneliness came pulling at her heart again.
Then her eyes were met by another. Long and predatory was his stare, yet no fear entered her heart. He watched, but there was no real threat about him. The crowd of unknown faces parted as he walked slowly through them. Finally, he stood before her. He kissed her hand as he bowed.
"My Queen, may I offer you my congratulations."
"Thank you," she said as his face slowly rose from her hand to meet her eyes.
His eyes were intense, much more so now that they were right before her. He looked upon her with knowledge, familiarity. Her brow furrowed with confusion, she knew with great certainty that she had never met this man.
The man seemed to realize this, for his eyes told of his recognition.
"I am Faramir, Steward of Gondor, and Prince of Ithilien."
Éowyn nodded her head slowly, then she stole her eyes away from his quickly.
"Of course."
Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Now Faramir's eyes clouded, his emotions became more hidden then before. He reached out and lifted her chin.
"We have never been properly introduced, though we have spent much time in the same location."
Éowyn drew back from him, his hand fell to his side swiftly.
"I am sorry?" She asked with puzzlement.
Faramir nodded and placed a simple, innocent smile on his face.
"We both suffered wounds of the same nature. I know your face from the Houses of Healing, for our time there was the same."
She smiled at this, for he seemed sincere in his tale. She gave a small uncomfortable laugh, then said.
"Well, it is good to be awake, and know one of many who suffered as I did."
His smile remained as he spoke again.
"Yes, I am sure you rejoice with the new life that has been given to you. I know that I did as the realization struck me."
Then his face grew thoughtful and he looked upon curiously.
"So much we have in common. I do wonder what could have been."
Just then Aragorn stepped in front of Faramir. He took up his wife's hand and kissed it while he knelt down before her.
"I am sorry I left you, my lady. I do hope I was not gone for too long."
Éowyn's eyes lingered on Faramir, then her gaze dropped, and her concentration was set upon her husband. She laughed with much cheer.
"No, it was not too long. But it seems in your absence I have managed to meet a new friend."
She nodded towards Faramir. Aragorn stood and looked at Faramir with the same haunted look as from before.
"Faramir." He bowed his head slightly to his Steward.
Faramir's face flinched slightly at the look he received from Aragorn. Turning his eyes away he bowed low before them both.
"My King, may I offer you my congratulations."
Aragorn nodded in agreement, then he held out his hand to Éowyn. She took his offered hand and stood beside him.
"You may offer your congratulations, and I will take them. But you must excuse us Lord Faramir, for the hour is late, and I fear that my wife's still delicate health could not endure any more of these festivities."
Faramir gave another slight bow of the head.
"Of course, my liege."
Then setting his gaze once again on the queen he spoke to her.
"It was a pleasure to meet you finally, and properly."
Faramir stood his ground, with his head down, while the royal couple passed him.
They did not look back to see that the eyes of the Steward were watching with much desire.
By
Necole
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Tolkien
Notes: I would like to send out four HUGE Thank yous.
Jen: Thank you so much for reviewing!!! Your were so sweet, and I thank you for that! I hope this chapter brings more happiness then the last!
Lisa: Thank you so much for reviewing! I am so glad that you are enjoying the story. I really liked the Houses of Healing scene too! Oh, I used those lines from one of the previous chapters, I hope you enjoy that part!! Hope in Minas Tirith was EXCELLENT!! Don't be gone for too long, I need to know what happens!!
Kiki: I am so glad that you are enjoying my story!! I adore your stories, and I am glad that you have this fearless soul to overcome the hardships of this pairing. I love your creativity, and I cannot wait for your next post!! Thank you so much for reviewing!!!
Alece: I am so glad you enjoy this pairing!!! Thank you so much for reviewing! And thank you for you kind words!!! I really appreciate them!!!
Okay, now for some chapter notes. This is still very much an AU! Characters, ALL characters are based on the movie. This ending was not the original, but things were getting WAY too long, so I cut it in half. So read this as a part one.
Now I have a question. . . Are you guys getting bored?????? I know I am irritated with how much I have repeated myself. I hate the light and the darkness!! Blah blah blah!!! It's like all I can write about!!
So, if you guys are getting bored, just tell me and I will stop this. This is not a threat or anything, I 'm just curious!! I have a lot more plans, but if the interest is not there, then I'll just put this one up for another day. I hope to stop being so repetitive!!!
So, be kind! And PLEASE review!!! I really need feedback!!!!
Okay, I hope you all enjoy!!!!
Chapter Six: The Breath of Life
There was life now. After all had turned to black, the fair wind brought forth by wings cleared the smoke and flame away. Then there was nothing, nothing but the pale white light of relief. He awoke with that same pale light behind him, a circle of protection and celebration. He opened his eyes and stared with disbelief at Gandalf.
Then from the wizard erupted a joyous sound, laughter. Clear and bright was the sound, no sorrow nor stifling of emotions. It was only the pure sound of happiness, something that had not been heard in a very long time.
Frodo answered with a laugh of his own. He had found life again.
More life entered the room, with the coming of the fellowship. All who entered brought their own mirth and cheer. No smiles were that of sorrow or pain. There had been that look from Sam, the look of one who simply knew.
Life had indeed returned, all of its tastes, feelings, and splendor. Frodo looked to each friend and smiled when their name touched his lips.
"Aragorn," and when Aragorn's eyes rose from their once downcast position, Frodo saw that his mirth was not as true as it had seemed with his entrance. Deep in his eyes he still held sorrow. His face bore the evidence of many changes. This Frodo saw, but he knew to ignore these new things that hung from Aragorn's frame. Many events had taken place that would change the heart of any who had suffered through them. So, Frodo looked away from the man he had once called Strider. The darkness in his eyes brought the cold numbing pain of despair back to Frodo's heart. He turned to Merry and Pippin to listen and feel the renewal of life.
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He walked now, alone, celebrating every breath that he took. Dark had been his dreams, filled with the smell of smoke and burning flesh. Death he had not found, but sorrow he had felt with the knowledge of his father's passing. He was truly alone for the first time in his life.
That is why he had taken to walking about at night. Sleep did not come, nor did he feel that he needed more rest. So, as night fell, he would rise and walk the halls of the Houses of Healing. A cool wind blew, touching his face with its soft invisible fingers. He cast his eyes to the shining light of the stars. So much light sparkled in the night sky. To Faramir, the night would always hold the special memories of his mother, a woman he had never known, but had always loved. Her robe was the color of blue only seen when the moon is right. Then adorning the mystic blue of the moonlit fabric was the bright shimmer of silver stars. She had passed in the night, becoming his first memory of both love and death.
So it was on this night, when the moon was in its special place and the night sky was a deep blue, that Faramir looked away from his mother's memory. She was now, not alone in her place after life. For a son and her husband now accompanied her. Sad and bitter would not be the remaining days of Faramir, son of Denethor. He would not follow in his father's ways. He was to make use of the days that still lay before him. Well he would be, and happy.
The walk back to his room was a light and carefree one. His renewed life was set with brightness upon his fair face. Stairs he took one at a time, appreciating their place in his journey. The turn of a hall was met with childish enthusiasm. So pleased was Faramir with his new promise of life that he lost himself in the many halls of the Houses of Healing. New was the dark hall he found himself wondering down. He knew that he should stop and turn around, but something drew him onward. His neck tingled with mystic calling that suggested an opportunity of fate. There was one torch lit outside a large wooden door. He focused his eyes on the light and went forth. As he came to the door, he saw that it was ajar, and a strange pale light emerged from the room. Slowly with little fear he pushed open the door quietly.
And there laying in a shroud of unworldly light was a woman more fair and beautiful then any he had ever seen. His breath was forgotten as he looked upon her. Unconscious steps brought him closer to her bedside. Faramir studied her with eyes of wonder, never had he seen such a sight. Cold fair skin warmed by the golden hair upon her head. The beauty and sadness that clung to her sleeping figure made Faramir shiver, her vision was almost too much for him to bear. The single candle that burned by her bed was blotted out by the light that encircled her sleeping form. The light held its own fascination, but still it was her simple loveliness that stilled his heart.
Then, not paying any mind to the protecting beam of light that surrounded the sleeping woman, Faramir put forth his hand to touch her white as snow flesh.
It was then that a sharp intake of breath was heard from across the room, this caused Faramir's eyes to leave the sleeping figure.
Long and intense was the stare between Aragorn and Faramir, each challenging the other. For at this time both their hearts held equal love for the Lady Éowyn.. But in the eyes of Aragorn there was the dark sorrow of long suffering, and it was this darkness that made Faramir look away from his king.
He bowed low and said,
"I am sorry my liege, I did not know."
He then looked into the hollow eyes of Aragorn once more. A haunted man with the pain of much despair stood watching his every move. Apologies were not heard, he only recognized the presence of an intruder.
Faramir then turned and quickly departed the room. He walked a few paces down the sparsely lit hall before turning to view the door again. It shut quietly, blocking the entrance of anyone who dared to trespass again.
Faramir placed his head in his hands, he was overcome by his own frustration. If only he had cast aside the weight of the past, the weight of the dead, then he would have found this woman sooner. It had been his freedom, his carefree attitude that had drawn him to this almost hidden room. Faramir knew in his heart that if the presence of Aragorn had not been there, then his, Faramir's touch would have called the lady from whatever darkness she resided in.
However, that was not the will of fate. He had missed his chance, it had slipped past him. Now, the sleeping woman would only be a memory to him. A woman who he had never known, but would always love.
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Sleep would no longer find him, he only sat with eyes wide open. He waited now, watching her eyes, hoping for some movement of life. Patience he had found, but only from the numbness of solitude. He moved his eyes from Éowyn to the door of her room. It remained closed, with a chair up against it. There would be no more unwelcome trespassers.
From the east came the dawn, shades of pink and purple replaced the darkness of the night. It was at this time, that Aragorn, knew of nothing but his own sorrow. Today was to be the day of his crowning, and he wished for the presence of Éowyn. But she still slept, without any knowledge of time or visitor. As the first rays of sun touched the earth, Aragorn knew what he must do. He would have to walk away from this vigil. He feared that though her body was untouched, her spirit had already departed. Aragorn, wished her the freedom that death brought. So, with heavy steps he approached her bedside, and kissing her brow he said,
"If sleep you must, then rest with peace. Do not linger in this state of in between. So long have you slept, I fear that you will have a tale much like that of Míriel, mother of Fëanor. And I, much like Finwë will still call to you, though your spirit has passed out of weariness. If that is be our tale, then I wish you peace, for I will not find mine until we meet again. For it is love that I hold for you Lady Éowyn. And so, I shall leave you now. My sorrow will not help you. Farewell, my lady. Until we meet again, when ever that may be."
The chair he removed, and the door he shut behind him.
*******
Night had fallen again and the world had grown quiet. The bright moon caused the snows of Mount Mindolluin to sparkle with the same intensity of the stars. Aragorn followed behind Gandalf, down precarious, ancient paths they went. Finally Gandalf stopped and looked upon Aragorn with a curious gaze. Upon the sky, morning would soon arrive. Another dawn, another charge for the king.
"The moon shines, and the sun rises. Two lights meet and under their joined beams, you will find that which you have been looking."
Aragorn first looked to the sky, then to the ground where Gandalf's gaze lingered. There just beyond the edge of snow, coming forth from a barren slope of dark stone, stood the sapling of a tree. White and silver it was, the petals of its flowers were bright and sparkling like the snow. Aragorn went to it with speed, for it was what he had looked for. It was the final sign of the renewal in which had spread across the land with the return of the king.
Aragorn removed it gently, easily it came from the earth, as if it wanted to go with him. He picked it up in his hands and raised it to the united beams of light. A burst of wind blew, carrying with it the smell of the sea. The wind rustled then snatched some of the white petals sending them floating in the sky.
Gandalf laughed at the sight,
"You see, Aragorn deep roots are not reached by the frost. Some that linger in chill, shall bring life, even to the fair wind of this world."
Away the petals went, from both tree and king. Some fell to the green world that lay at the bottom of the mountain, while others tumbled through the air, cast to the heavens by the invisible force of the western wind.
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The windows of Éowyn's room were blown open with a shattering noise. A powerful gust of wind entered her room. Slowly it deposited the glittering white petals that it carried. Softly they fell to the floor, then as another gust blew, more petals were flown to the sleeping figure. They hung for a moment, suspended by the light that surrounded her, then slowly they dropped past the protecting light, coming to a final rest upon her face and body.
The wind that blew had the smell of snowy mountains upon it, new it was, as if no other living thing had breathed it in before.
And so it was with this fresh clean breath of air, that Éowyn's lungs took it in. Life was remembered, smoke and darkness were forgotten, and she was finally free from her prison.
She sat up with a start. The light passed, but the wind still blew, tangling her hair. She took in a quick deep cleansing breath, and said the one word that she had held on her lips for the duration of her dark sleep.
"Aragorn!"
But he did not come.
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Aragorn stood now in a hall of grey stone, with a great window that looked out upon the City of Kings. The white tree he had found and had planted, it grew now in the courtyard, summoning the true days of the king. His crown he did not wear, for there was no need. He already had the manytroubles of king, he did not need another weight. He watched the sky as a cloud passed over the sun, blocking its light from the world with a brief shadow.
Something caught his eye and he turned from the city. A loud piercing note of silence filled the hall as he laid his hollow eyes upon the sight that stood just a small distance from him. He blinked, but the figure did not waver. Then he waited for the light to return, for he still did not trust his sight. Yet the shadow still remained, and his uncertainty grew.
Long they stared at one another, each waiting for the spell of the other to break and reality to once again show the loneliness that long had been endured by either sleep, or the turmoil of life. Then Aragorn took one step forward, light spread its warmth upon the world again. And he knew her, for truth the light had brought. His voice shook with emotion as he said the name he had called to from across the lost wilderness of shadow.
"Éowyn."
She did not answer, but her chin quivered and a tear escaped her shining eyes. Then as the shadows began to fall away and she knew his voice had been the one that had called to her, she breathed freely again. Her arms opened like large wings and with the swiftness of wind, her feet carried her to his open arms.
Long was their simple embrace. Aragorn buried his face into her neck and shoulders. Her ears filled with the secret words of his past promises. Éowyn's eyes closed, and for the first time she was free of all grief and heartache. Her heart changed, allowing her own words to echo that of Aragorn's.
Now, with new oaths made, they looked upon one another. Love they held in their eyes, and shared confidences. It was Éowyn who spoke the first words that were above a whisper. Privacy did not seem so important to her at such a moment. Her eyes now glistened with the tears of reunion, and as she spoke they fell slowly down her cheeks.
"Thank you."
Aragorn looked at her strangely, then he brushed the tears away with his gently thumbs.
"Why do you thank me?"
She smiled now, words from the past came floating back to her.
"You called to me. I heard you. I'm thanking you for calling me from shadow and pain."
Overwhelmed by his own emotions, Aragorn bowed his head. So many times had he called to her, so much doubt he had held. When the words that she now spoke were said by him, the future had indeed seemed dark. Yet, now none of that mattered, for it had been the cries of victory that had sounded the end. But now all he saw was the light from her eyes, and he knew that victory had brought them all to a blessed time. All things must pass, but the days of the king were renewed and would flourish for many ages to come.
Aragorn's eyes held the disbelief of such a moment. Then reacting on the urgent impulse to touch her, he kissed her, suddenly and completely.
They stole away in silence, hands entwined.
*******
Days of quiet followed, with only the touch of hands and lips upon skin being their only reality. Words were forgotten as the world turned away and allowed them the privacy they sought.
Slowly as what would be their last night of solitude faded into day, plans were made for their wedding. Protocol would assume that Éowyn would return first to Edoras to bury her uncle, but that did not seem practical. Soon, would come the last journey of Théoden, and when it did many who now stayed in Minas Tirith would follow. For this would be the path of all the hobbits, and of course of her brother. Then homeward bound the hobbits would tread, for the couple did not forget that home did call to their friends. And responsibility called to the new King of Rohan.
So it was that a wedding was planned before the final march of King Théoden. For the attendance of all those whom the couple loved were wanted at the union.
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They were married under the fading light of twilight, when the world cannot decide which light to beckon. Both the moon and the sun dueled in the sky, creating an array of contrasting colors.
The sky held its magical glow, and the prospering white tree relinquished many glittering petals. They fell upon all who watched as Aragorn, King Elessar kissed the lips of Éowyn the Lady of Rohan. With that kiss ended the days of silence and solitude. Their days of suffering had finally come to an end.
The promise of renewal did not end with the wedding of the king. A great feast was to be held, voices were to echo in song, and feet were to dance for the coming prosperity.
The King and Queen now stood, watching as their friends gathered around them, awaiting the celebration. The Tree of Gondor was to their backs as they readied to address the wedding party. Aragorn toasted his bride and his people, his words marked the beginning of the feast.
Later, after several toasts had been given to honor the royal couple, Merry approached his friends. He stood with amazement at their pairing. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open.
Éowyn was the first to notice his close presence, her eyes, then her face turned to greet Merry. She laughed loudly at his sight.
"What do you look at with such fascination, my dear Merry?"
Her kind laugh subsided as a gentle smile replaced it.
Merry stammered slightly,
I-I'm sorry, my-my lady, I mean, my queen."
The smiles of both Aragorn and Éowyn turned to light chuckles.
Merry scowled at both, causing them to end their shared laughter.
"It is Éowyn and Aragorn, as it was before," said the King. "Now tell us, Master Hobbit, what is it that you look at with such astonishment?"
Merry grew thoughtful, then spoke with much seriousness.
"It is just that-well, you two. Both of you must admit that this wedding is a little unexpected. I mean, none of us knew."
"Well, speak for yourself, Merry. I knew, I knew all along." Said Pippin who now stood beside his friend.
"No you didn't, Pip. We were just talking about the surprise of it all."
"No we weren't. You mentioned the surprise of the wedding, and I agreed. I knew about their relationship long before you were released from the Houses of Healing."
Pippin nodded his head in assurance.
Merry's brow furrowed as he met Pippin's confidence with a challenge.
"How did you know?"
"Well, Merry, really it's quite simple. I was sent to find Aragorn, when I accidentally stumbled upon. . ."
"Gentlemen. This is not a matter to argue over." Said Aragorn as he interrupted Pippin's long speech.
The two hobbits looked with much perplexity upon their friend. Aragorn reached for Éowyn's hand, before explaining himself.
"Ours is a long story, bearing many riddles and rhymes. Some have been answered, others still remain hidden in mystery. Yet, we still found one another, and here we shall remain."
He then took her hand and turned it over, gently he kissed her palm. Aragorn then looked up and met her eyes in shared secret. Éowyn blushed as she saw the love in his eyes. Then Aragorn bowed his head again and laid his soft lips upon her wrist. A small gesture, but one that spoke of many things.
Merry and Pippin watched with boredom. The words that Aragorn spoke meant nothing to them. It was Pippin who turned to Merry and said,
"I think we should get something to eat," then his eyes widened as he saw someone pass with a pint. "And drink."
Merry watched the couple a brief moment longer, his curiosity still evident. Then he shrugged his shoulders and turned to Pippin.
" I agree, Pip. I'm starving."
Long the newly wed couple sat uninterrupted by guests. Then a member of the King's guard came to Aragorn, he bowed low to the couple before speaking.
"I am sorry sire, but you are needed."
"What is it?" Asked Aragorn with much annoyance.
The guard blinked with fear, then hesitated before answering.
"I-I am not sure, my lord. I only know that your counsel is sought."
Aragorn nodded,
"Fine, I will be there in a moment."
He gave the guard leave. Aragorn then turned to look upon Éowyn, there was regret in his eyes, and irritation.
"I am sorry." He said earnestly.
Éowyn nodded,
"I know, but it is the life of a king… and a queen."
Then she cupped his face with both hands and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"I understand. Go now, go without any guilt."
"Do you wish to join me?"
"No, not this time, but thank you for offering."
Aragorn brushed her brow with his lips, before he turned and departed from the celebration.
Éowyn sat and watched as the back of Aragorn disappeared among the crowd. Then she set her gaze upon the many strange faces that surrounded her. Her great happiness seemed to drain for a moment, as the familiar tug of loneliness came pulling at her heart again.
Then her eyes were met by another. Long and predatory was his stare, yet no fear entered her heart. He watched, but there was no real threat about him. The crowd of unknown faces parted as he walked slowly through them. Finally, he stood before her. He kissed her hand as he bowed.
"My Queen, may I offer you my congratulations."
"Thank you," she said as his face slowly rose from her hand to meet her eyes.
His eyes were intense, much more so now that they were right before her. He looked upon her with knowledge, familiarity. Her brow furrowed with confusion, she knew with great certainty that she had never met this man.
The man seemed to realize this, for his eyes told of his recognition.
"I am Faramir, Steward of Gondor, and Prince of Ithilien."
Éowyn nodded her head slowly, then she stole her eyes away from his quickly.
"Of course."
Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Now Faramir's eyes clouded, his emotions became more hidden then before. He reached out and lifted her chin.
"We have never been properly introduced, though we have spent much time in the same location."
Éowyn drew back from him, his hand fell to his side swiftly.
"I am sorry?" She asked with puzzlement.
Faramir nodded and placed a simple, innocent smile on his face.
"We both suffered wounds of the same nature. I know your face from the Houses of Healing, for our time there was the same."
She smiled at this, for he seemed sincere in his tale. She gave a small uncomfortable laugh, then said.
"Well, it is good to be awake, and know one of many who suffered as I did."
His smile remained as he spoke again.
"Yes, I am sure you rejoice with the new life that has been given to you. I know that I did as the realization struck me."
Then his face grew thoughtful and he looked upon curiously.
"So much we have in common. I do wonder what could have been."
Just then Aragorn stepped in front of Faramir. He took up his wife's hand and kissed it while he knelt down before her.
"I am sorry I left you, my lady. I do hope I was not gone for too long."
Éowyn's eyes lingered on Faramir, then her gaze dropped, and her concentration was set upon her husband. She laughed with much cheer.
"No, it was not too long. But it seems in your absence I have managed to meet a new friend."
She nodded towards Faramir. Aragorn stood and looked at Faramir with the same haunted look as from before.
"Faramir." He bowed his head slightly to his Steward.
Faramir's face flinched slightly at the look he received from Aragorn. Turning his eyes away he bowed low before them both.
"My King, may I offer you my congratulations."
Aragorn nodded in agreement, then he held out his hand to Éowyn. She took his offered hand and stood beside him.
"You may offer your congratulations, and I will take them. But you must excuse us Lord Faramir, for the hour is late, and I fear that my wife's still delicate health could not endure any more of these festivities."
Faramir gave another slight bow of the head.
"Of course, my liege."
Then setting his gaze once again on the queen he spoke to her.
"It was a pleasure to meet you finally, and properly."
Faramir stood his ground, with his head down, while the royal couple passed him.
They did not look back to see that the eyes of the Steward were watching with much desire.