Hi! I am soooo sorry for not updating, but better late than never, huh? I got the TTT EV DVD and it is so awesome! The scene with Faramir, Boromir, and Denethor was so perfect.
Reviewer responses:
Kathryn Angelle: Here's the cure for hives- an update! I definitely think Faramir is swoonworthy. In fact, I nearly fainted when some guy said he thought Faramir was ugly! Grrrrrr…
LeeAn: Alright, alright, it was a cliffie. And be warned, Evil Skittle has been at her work again.
The evil witch queen: Yah, Eowyn's being pretty mean to Aragorn, but she is upset so I'd cut her some slack. And as for killing Faramir, well, I hate to say it but look at the title of the chapter.
XxDark Aura016xX: That is the greatest compliment you can give an angst writer, that I can make you cry. Thanks
Susan: I miss writing it. I haven't been able to write on the sequels, I've been busy writing a ghost story that should have been done by Halloween. (Seeing as it's nearly Christmas, I don't think I made my goal)
Anodien: Hi there, congrats on the volleyball win! I can't remember if I reviewed your poem but I thought it was really good. I'm your favorite author? *blushes* thanks! You're one of mine too! (That's a big hint meaning you need to update!) And I don't know why I like tormenting readers with chapter like the last one and this one. It's Evil Skittle's doing. God bless you this Christmas season!
Crystal Cold Tears: I'm so glad you like my stories. Hopefully the sequels will meet your expectations. I love angst and action as well. These mixed with Faramir makes for a good story. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Also thanks to Lucid Lady, char, Iavala, Natters, Alia G.L., Alex92, and Grendon for reviewing. Love you guys!
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Death
Éowyn rested her head on Faramir's shivering hand. Her body protested against kneeling so long on the hard, dusty ground; but she paid no attention to it, not wanting to leave Faramir even a moment to find a chair in fear that his spirit would leave before she returned. His breathing was raspy, a struggle for each gasp of air. He was fighting, but losing the battle for life. Éowyn's thoughts turned to Lord Elrond, far away in the unknown, mysterious city of Rivendell, the elf Faramir had adopted as father. She thought of the Lady Galadriel, the ethereal elf-queen of magical Lothlorien, who had seemed to know her very thoughts during their meeting at Aragorn's wedding. //If only she could read my thoughts now and save Faramir!//
For a long time Éowyn knelt there, helpless to save the man she loved. Her eyelids drooped, her grief having drained her energy. A noise indicated that someone had entered the room. Looking up, Éowyn stared in shock! A tall man with intense grey eyes and dark hair framing pointed ears stood above Faramir's bed looking worriedly down at the Steward. "Lord Elrond!" It was indeed the Lord of Rivendell. "Aragorn said. . . he said you were too far away."
Elrond turned his gaze to Éowyn. "I am here now, Lady Éowyn, and will try to save my son." His eyes told her that he needed to be alone so she reluctantly left the tent. The streets outside were strangely deserted, but Éowyn barely noticed. The time from when she left Faramir's side to the time Elrond came out of the tent was a blur. All she could remember was Aragorn talking to her.
"Elrond can save him. He already has lost his wife to death, he will not let Faramir follow."
Now the words were fading as Elrond walked slowly to those waiting, hoping, for good news. But the look on the elf lord's face told them that it was not to be. Éowyn noticed that Elrond's face was pale from exhaustion and wet with tears. "He is too far gone." Éowyn's heart plummeted. Her last hope fled leaving an empty void in her soul. "Even my Ring does not have the power to save him." The Ring of Power glowed white like a cloud against the sky. "I can awaken him to say good-bye, but we must hurry for he does not have much time."
Elrond looked at Éowyn and she numbly nodded in understanding. She, Éomer, and Aragorn followed Elrond into the tent. Éowyn took her place next to Faramir's bed and held his cold hand. Elrond knelt on the other side and placed his hand over Faramir's heart. "Faramir, my son, wake now."
Faramir's eyes fluttered open. He slowly scanned the room before his gaze settled on his elven father. "Ada?"
"I am here, Faramir." Elrond could not keep the sad note from his voice.
Faramir seemed to know as they did that his time was running short. "Good-bye Ada, I love you."
Tears filled the elf lord's eyes. "I love you too, my son."
Faramir's gaze moved to Aragorn. "Brother, do not blame yourself. I love you." Aragorn answered in kind, a knot welling in his throat. Faramir looked at Éomer. "Take care of Éowyn." Éomer nodded solemnly.
Finally, Faramir turned his head and gazed into Éowyn's eyes. A weak hand brushed a tear from her cheek. "Farewell, min léof."
Éowyn could barely see through her tears. "Faramir, please forgive me!"
Faramir smiled. "I love you." He whispered hoarsely as the poison froze his lungs. "I. . . love. . . " The poison took total control, stealing away his breath completely. He squeezed her hand as he fought vainly for even a small wisp of air.
Ultimately the futile struggled ended, Faramir's hand laying limply in Éowyn's. Elrond felt for a pulse, slowly shaking his head. "He is gone."
Éowyn's heart broke. Sobs racked her body as she laid her head on Faramir's still chest. His heart no longer beat, its soothing sound gone forever. "Faramir," she sobbed. "Faramir!" But no answer would ever come.
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Ok, before everyone starts hunting me down, remember. . . I have a mini-Balrog and Elladen does not take kindly to people trying to kill me. And for those who really, really, really want a hint for the next chapter (and there WILL be a next chapter), I have written a little riddle so that you don't have to wait in anguish to find out what happens. It will be posted as the next chapter, so don't go to it if you don't want to be spoiled. Oh and min léof means 'my love'.