Chapter 4: Ship of Long Foam
More evil Finduilas! Any ideas on how to indent, or make the speaking parts better? I am so used to movie verse that I don't know if I remember proper grammar for quotations.
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At the evening meal, Boromir approached the head where the Queen sat, dragging Eowyn behind him. Eomer and Faramir thronged over.
"Fin...Queen Finduilas, I have something to ask of you." Boromir said.
"It had better not be small."
"It concerns nothing of yours."
"Then I hope you are not wasting my time."
"I , I would be betrothed to Eowyn..."
Eowyn turned her face to him in shock.
"...That is, if she would have it." Boromir implored.
"Foolish children, that is not a decision for you to make. That is the right of you father Denethor and Theoden, mother-brother of Eowyn."
"What do you mean, Theoden!" Eomer sputtered.
"Since your father is dead..."
"Liar! How could you know?"
Finduilas sneered.
"Even your mother does not know yet, but when she does she will assume you are dead too. I suspect the grief will be enough to kill the pathetic creature."
"Eowyn, we must leave this miserable isle tonight!" Eomer grabbed her away from Boromir. They ran towards the gate, across to bridge to where their horse had been stabled, Eowyn sobbing the whole way.
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Boromir tried to follow, but Finduilas had her guards stop him.
"Would you keep your 'love' from home and family Surely you cannot even imagine me doing such a cruel thing."
"Why did you say that to her?!" Boromir screamed.
"It was the truth as I saw it. Furthermore, that was the most atrocious match I ever heard of. You are much too old for her."
"Why, surely Eomer is of Faramir's age, and Eowyn not much younger." Boromir reasoned.
"Eowyn is nearly a score younger than you. The Children of Twilight grow up much faster than we do, and die much sooner. Eowyn has the height of the women of Lossarnach, but not their years. Had you precocious elf in your blood, you would be mature enough to realize this."
"You cannot kill our love."
"I am only trying to help you but your father has so poisoned your mind against me. What should I say to your declaration: Nor you? If only I, the cruel foreign mother, could kill my meddling eldest son and his love. Ha, children! Believe what you will."
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By the light of the moon, Finduilas made her way to the prow of the isle. Denethor had summoned her back to the prison of white stone. If the children had waited one more day she could have accompanied them to the Great West Road. But children were so foolish and naïve. Eowyn would delight rather in travelling all the way to the famed Minas Tirith. What young girl wouldn't? She would. She did.
If only this isle really were a ship, I would turn it around and sail for the sea. The sea, Belfalas...what a fine mariner I would make...and then Dol Amroth!
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That is the end of Part 1: First Meeting. I will try to update as soon as possible.
More evil Finduilas! Any ideas on how to indent, or make the speaking parts better? I am so used to movie verse that I don't know if I remember proper grammar for quotations.
*************
At the evening meal, Boromir approached the head where the Queen sat, dragging Eowyn behind him. Eomer and Faramir thronged over.
"Fin...Queen Finduilas, I have something to ask of you." Boromir said.
"It had better not be small."
"It concerns nothing of yours."
"Then I hope you are not wasting my time."
"I , I would be betrothed to Eowyn..."
Eowyn turned her face to him in shock.
"...That is, if she would have it." Boromir implored.
"Foolish children, that is not a decision for you to make. That is the right of you father Denethor and Theoden, mother-brother of Eowyn."
"What do you mean, Theoden!" Eomer sputtered.
"Since your father is dead..."
"Liar! How could you know?"
Finduilas sneered.
"Even your mother does not know yet, but when she does she will assume you are dead too. I suspect the grief will be enough to kill the pathetic creature."
"Eowyn, we must leave this miserable isle tonight!" Eomer grabbed her away from Boromir. They ran towards the gate, across to bridge to where their horse had been stabled, Eowyn sobbing the whole way.
**************
Boromir tried to follow, but Finduilas had her guards stop him.
"Would you keep your 'love' from home and family Surely you cannot even imagine me doing such a cruel thing."
"Why did you say that to her?!" Boromir screamed.
"It was the truth as I saw it. Furthermore, that was the most atrocious match I ever heard of. You are much too old for her."
"Why, surely Eomer is of Faramir's age, and Eowyn not much younger." Boromir reasoned.
"Eowyn is nearly a score younger than you. The Children of Twilight grow up much faster than we do, and die much sooner. Eowyn has the height of the women of Lossarnach, but not their years. Had you precocious elf in your blood, you would be mature enough to realize this."
"You cannot kill our love."
"I am only trying to help you but your father has so poisoned your mind against me. What should I say to your declaration: Nor you? If only I, the cruel foreign mother, could kill my meddling eldest son and his love. Ha, children! Believe what you will."
************
By the light of the moon, Finduilas made her way to the prow of the isle. Denethor had summoned her back to the prison of white stone. If the children had waited one more day she could have accompanied them to the Great West Road. But children were so foolish and naïve. Eowyn would delight rather in travelling all the way to the famed Minas Tirith. What young girl wouldn't? She would. She did.
If only this isle really were a ship, I would turn it around and sail for the sea. The sea, Belfalas...what a fine mariner I would make...and then Dol Amroth!
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That is the end of Part 1: First Meeting. I will try to update as soon as possible.