Chapter 2: Refuge
If you can find a flaw, you may get an answer!
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The bridge was a small contraption of rope and wood. She tethered their horse to a tree and slung Eomer about her shoulders. The bridge swung precariously as she stumbled across it. At the gate to the isle of Cair Andros she knocked, and a guard answered.
"Who goes there?"
"Eowyn and Eomer son of Eomund or Eastfold, Marshall of Mark in Rohan"
"Rohan! What business do Rohirrim have here?"
"We come to ask for aid, our father was attacked by orcs. Please..." Eowyn faltered, nearly swaying off the bridge.
The guard, thoroughly dismayed, opened the gates. Another guard rushed out to carry the children in. The wife of Denethor, called Queen Finduilas, who happened to be visiting, was called to pass judgment. As Finduilas arrived with her sons, Eowyn awoke.
"Take the boy to the healers. I will speak with the girl" the Queen commanded.
Eowyn told the Finduilas their story.
"May I see my brother now?" Eowyn asked.
"Faramir, I leave her in your care. Let her see the sights, but do not take her to the healer's tent, it would only serve to distress her." The Queen spoke as if Eowyn wasn't there.
Boromir began to walk towards the heart of the encampment and Faramir followed. Faramir always followed ... for Boromir was his elder brother, even if their mother refused to recognize him.
"Why are we going this way? Wouldn't she rather see the bow?" Faramir turned to Eowyn "It is quite pretty in the dawn."
Boromir led them into the mess hall.
"Hungry?"
Eowyn nodded vigorously. Boromir brought her a bowl of porridge. After a few spoonfuls, Eowyn spoke.
"Thank you. This tastes wonderful, I am sure my brother would like it too. Might we take some to him?"
"No, you remember what Mother said" Faramir cautioned.
"Brother," Boromir countered "The Queen cares not for our friend Eowyn's well-being. She only wishes to keep them separate so she might break them and learn from them the secrets of Rohan. If Rohan even has any."
Eowyn clenched her jaw but the brothers didn't notice.
"Oh, in that case, I suppose we shouldn't listen to Mother" Faramir spoke hesitantly of disobeying their mother.
"Yes, I suppose so."
Eowyn smiled. The three began walking towards the stern, where the healer's tent was pitched on a high bank, but halfway up the long slope Eowyn fainted. At that unfortunate moment, Queen Finduilas met them. She was coming down from talking to Eomer.
"Foolish boy" she raged "I told you not to try and bring her here. Now look at what you have done!"
Faramir hung his head in shame but Boromir spoke up.
"Why did you not send her to the healers right away? For surely she was as weakened by long riding as her brother."
"You," said the Queen "I should have suspected you were responsible for this subversion."
Boromir gallantly scooped Eowyn up into his arms and ran the remaining way up to the healer's tent. Finduilas turned to follow him.
"Mother, please don't." Faramir begged kindness of her.
"Don't what? What do you think I am going to do? I am merely going to make sure she is all right. What else would you expect of your Mother?"
Boromir laid Eowyn on a bed next to her brother. He knelt by her side, holding her hand whilst the healers worked, and through the night.
Dear Reviewers, that was a short chapter but I have faith in you!
If you can find a flaw, you may get an answer!
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The bridge was a small contraption of rope and wood. She tethered their horse to a tree and slung Eomer about her shoulders. The bridge swung precariously as she stumbled across it. At the gate to the isle of Cair Andros she knocked, and a guard answered.
"Who goes there?"
"Eowyn and Eomer son of Eomund or Eastfold, Marshall of Mark in Rohan"
"Rohan! What business do Rohirrim have here?"
"We come to ask for aid, our father was attacked by orcs. Please..." Eowyn faltered, nearly swaying off the bridge.
The guard, thoroughly dismayed, opened the gates. Another guard rushed out to carry the children in. The wife of Denethor, called Queen Finduilas, who happened to be visiting, was called to pass judgment. As Finduilas arrived with her sons, Eowyn awoke.
"Take the boy to the healers. I will speak with the girl" the Queen commanded.
Eowyn told the Finduilas their story.
"May I see my brother now?" Eowyn asked.
"Faramir, I leave her in your care. Let her see the sights, but do not take her to the healer's tent, it would only serve to distress her." The Queen spoke as if Eowyn wasn't there.
Boromir began to walk towards the heart of the encampment and Faramir followed. Faramir always followed ... for Boromir was his elder brother, even if their mother refused to recognize him.
"Why are we going this way? Wouldn't she rather see the bow?" Faramir turned to Eowyn "It is quite pretty in the dawn."
Boromir led them into the mess hall.
"Hungry?"
Eowyn nodded vigorously. Boromir brought her a bowl of porridge. After a few spoonfuls, Eowyn spoke.
"Thank you. This tastes wonderful, I am sure my brother would like it too. Might we take some to him?"
"No, you remember what Mother said" Faramir cautioned.
"Brother," Boromir countered "The Queen cares not for our friend Eowyn's well-being. She only wishes to keep them separate so she might break them and learn from them the secrets of Rohan. If Rohan even has any."
Eowyn clenched her jaw but the brothers didn't notice.
"Oh, in that case, I suppose we shouldn't listen to Mother" Faramir spoke hesitantly of disobeying their mother.
"Yes, I suppose so."
Eowyn smiled. The three began walking towards the stern, where the healer's tent was pitched on a high bank, but halfway up the long slope Eowyn fainted. At that unfortunate moment, Queen Finduilas met them. She was coming down from talking to Eomer.
"Foolish boy" she raged "I told you not to try and bring her here. Now look at what you have done!"
Faramir hung his head in shame but Boromir spoke up.
"Why did you not send her to the healers right away? For surely she was as weakened by long riding as her brother."
"You," said the Queen "I should have suspected you were responsible for this subversion."
Boromir gallantly scooped Eowyn up into his arms and ran the remaining way up to the healer's tent. Finduilas turned to follow him.
"Mother, please don't." Faramir begged kindness of her.
"Don't what? What do you think I am going to do? I am merely going to make sure she is all right. What else would you expect of your Mother?"
Boromir laid Eowyn on a bed next to her brother. He knelt by her side, holding her hand whilst the healers worked, and through the night.
Dear Reviewers, that was a short chapter but I have faith in you!