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Chapter 4-Moonlit meeting:
Late that night Frodo padded softly round his room, examining his new surroundings.
He'd arrived at Brandy Hall just in time for lunch, and had been busy all afternoon, finding his way around the vastness that called itself a hobbit hole, and talking things over with Merry. He'd seen Eowyn at lunch, tea and supper, but other than meals, she didn't seem to spend much time indoors.
He'd finished dinner an hour ago, and talked with Estella and Merry for a short time afterwards, before excusing himself to go and unpack, which he was in the process of doing. He noticed a bulge in his jacket pocket, and pulling it out realised it was Elanors present for him. Carefully unwrapping it and pulling away the tissue paper he gasped, and lifted it out of its nest. "It" was the most beautiful cut glass swan, with dark blue sapphires for eyes. Its wings were arched up behind it, and every detail had been etched delicatly onto it. A note was nestled underneath it, reading
"For your lady friend, you'll know when to give it to her."
Trust Elanor! He'd mentioned Eowyn in passing, a few weeks back, and she must have realised how much he liked her. Chuckling quietly to himself he sat down on the bed, still holding the swan gently. Looking round the room, he felt overwhelmed with homesickness, and decided a walk in the gardens would help to clear his head. Putting the swan gently into his trouser pocket, he went over to the window, opened it and swung himself out and onto the grass below.
Stopping to get his bearings, he then set off in the direction of the river. Walking softly he was soon able to see it... And the figure sat on its bank. Coming closer, he realised it was Eowyn, and paused. Every fibre of his being told him to run away before she noticed him, but something made him walk slowly towards her. He came closer to the bank, and said quietly,
" I hope I'm not intruding."
Eowyn jumped and turned to see who had disturbed her solitude.
" oh no, not at all, sit down."
She regained her composure, and tried to remeber her manners. He sat slightly apart from her, and dangled his feet in the water, letting the cool flow soothe his nerves. They sat in silence for a few minutes, each not daring to break it, yet wanting to talk so badly it was almost unbearable. Eowyn finally braved the gulf between them and muttered, so quietly ahe hoped he wouldn't hear,
"I'm glad you came."
Warmed, Frodo found the courage to reply,
"I'm glad I came too."
He looked up at her, and Eowyn made the mistake of looking up at him. Their eyes connected, and her heart melted.
"I mean, I wanted, what I wanted to say is, well, I really never had the chance to get to know you. I...I would like to get to know you better..."
Frodo stammered and blushed, looking back at the water, hoping the darkness would cover him. Eowyn paused, smiling, before replying quietly with,
"I'd really like that."
Frodo looked up sharply to see if there was any jest in her eyes, but was greeted by an open smile. Shyly he smiled back, and taking this as an invitation, Eowyn moved closer to him along the bank. Within the next half an hour, they were soon talking with ease to each other, with only the occassional silences. All through talking to Eowyn, he fingered the little glass swan in his pocket.
An hour later he escorted her back to her window, bidding her goodnight, before returning to his own window and climbing through. Within minutes he was falling into slumber, dreaming of her, the little glass swan watching from his bedside table.
***
Frodo slept soundly that night, and woke early the next morning. Gradually he remembered the night before, and grinned to himself. He'd finally done it! He'd bridged the void...And lived to tell the tale! Still smiling, he climbed out of bed and pulled on his gardening clothes, leaving the glass swan in his room, he slipped out the window and into the dewdrop filled garden. It could only just be dawn, as there were only a few birds singing sleepily to the world. Relaxing in thr stillness of the garden, he walked towards the river, re- living all that had happened last night... Reaching his destination, he sat down and dipped his feet in the cool water.
***
Eowyn sat in the branches of her favourite tree in hte orchard watching the sun come up. She too was thinking of the night before, and enjoying the silence of the pre-dawn chorus, when a noise startled her out of her dream. Looking out across the gardens, she saw a small figure cross the gardens and go towards the river. It was unmistakably Frodo, no one else at Brandy Hall had hair that dark, aside from herself and Estella, but this figure was definetly a boy. She sat waiting for a few minutes, but he still didn't return from the river. Debating, Eowyn decided to go and see him. Sliding down from her perch, she set off across the gardens.
"Knock knock," Eowyn called.
She was stood a little way from Frodo, not wanting to intrude. Spinning round, startled, Frodo realized who it was, and beckoned for her to come and sit down. She obeyed, sitting much closer than they had last night. Suddenly finding it hard to breathe, Frodo managed to ask,
"How did you sleep?"
Mentally kicking himself for asking such a silly question.
"Good, yeah, how about you?" Eowyn managed to reply.
"Um.......Yeah, good...thanks." Frodo stumble over the words.
Silence descended for a few moments. Before Eowyn could ask, why he was out so early in the morning? She noticed a slight tickling on her foot. Glancing down, she relised the current had brought her and Frodo's feet together. Looking up, the words died on her lips, she could hardly breathe.
Frodo leaned in, and just as they were about to kiss, a call rang out across the grounds.
"Eowyn, are you out here?"
Jerking apart, Eowyn scrambled to her feet, and started to run back towards the house, before changing her mind, dashing back and kissing Frodo on the cheek, before running off.
Startled and hopelessly confused, Frodo brought his hand up to his cheek to touch the spot that she had kissed, before turning to watch the retreating figure, dissapear inside the house.
His mind a complete blank , Frodo sat for a while longer, before slowly getting up and plodding back to the house. His mind in a turmoil.
Chapter 4-Moonlit meeting:
Late that night Frodo padded softly round his room, examining his new surroundings.
He'd arrived at Brandy Hall just in time for lunch, and had been busy all afternoon, finding his way around the vastness that called itself a hobbit hole, and talking things over with Merry. He'd seen Eowyn at lunch, tea and supper, but other than meals, she didn't seem to spend much time indoors.
He'd finished dinner an hour ago, and talked with Estella and Merry for a short time afterwards, before excusing himself to go and unpack, which he was in the process of doing. He noticed a bulge in his jacket pocket, and pulling it out realised it was Elanors present for him. Carefully unwrapping it and pulling away the tissue paper he gasped, and lifted it out of its nest. "It" was the most beautiful cut glass swan, with dark blue sapphires for eyes. Its wings were arched up behind it, and every detail had been etched delicatly onto it. A note was nestled underneath it, reading
"For your lady friend, you'll know when to give it to her."
Trust Elanor! He'd mentioned Eowyn in passing, a few weeks back, and she must have realised how much he liked her. Chuckling quietly to himself he sat down on the bed, still holding the swan gently. Looking round the room, he felt overwhelmed with homesickness, and decided a walk in the gardens would help to clear his head. Putting the swan gently into his trouser pocket, he went over to the window, opened it and swung himself out and onto the grass below.
Stopping to get his bearings, he then set off in the direction of the river. Walking softly he was soon able to see it... And the figure sat on its bank. Coming closer, he realised it was Eowyn, and paused. Every fibre of his being told him to run away before she noticed him, but something made him walk slowly towards her. He came closer to the bank, and said quietly,
" I hope I'm not intruding."
Eowyn jumped and turned to see who had disturbed her solitude.
" oh no, not at all, sit down."
She regained her composure, and tried to remeber her manners. He sat slightly apart from her, and dangled his feet in the water, letting the cool flow soothe his nerves. They sat in silence for a few minutes, each not daring to break it, yet wanting to talk so badly it was almost unbearable. Eowyn finally braved the gulf between them and muttered, so quietly ahe hoped he wouldn't hear,
"I'm glad you came."
Warmed, Frodo found the courage to reply,
"I'm glad I came too."
He looked up at her, and Eowyn made the mistake of looking up at him. Their eyes connected, and her heart melted.
"I mean, I wanted, what I wanted to say is, well, I really never had the chance to get to know you. I...I would like to get to know you better..."
Frodo stammered and blushed, looking back at the water, hoping the darkness would cover him. Eowyn paused, smiling, before replying quietly with,
"I'd really like that."
Frodo looked up sharply to see if there was any jest in her eyes, but was greeted by an open smile. Shyly he smiled back, and taking this as an invitation, Eowyn moved closer to him along the bank. Within the next half an hour, they were soon talking with ease to each other, with only the occassional silences. All through talking to Eowyn, he fingered the little glass swan in his pocket.
An hour later he escorted her back to her window, bidding her goodnight, before returning to his own window and climbing through. Within minutes he was falling into slumber, dreaming of her, the little glass swan watching from his bedside table.
***
Frodo slept soundly that night, and woke early the next morning. Gradually he remembered the night before, and grinned to himself. He'd finally done it! He'd bridged the void...And lived to tell the tale! Still smiling, he climbed out of bed and pulled on his gardening clothes, leaving the glass swan in his room, he slipped out the window and into the dewdrop filled garden. It could only just be dawn, as there were only a few birds singing sleepily to the world. Relaxing in thr stillness of the garden, he walked towards the river, re- living all that had happened last night... Reaching his destination, he sat down and dipped his feet in the cool water.
***
Eowyn sat in the branches of her favourite tree in hte orchard watching the sun come up. She too was thinking of the night before, and enjoying the silence of the pre-dawn chorus, when a noise startled her out of her dream. Looking out across the gardens, she saw a small figure cross the gardens and go towards the river. It was unmistakably Frodo, no one else at Brandy Hall had hair that dark, aside from herself and Estella, but this figure was definetly a boy. She sat waiting for a few minutes, but he still didn't return from the river. Debating, Eowyn decided to go and see him. Sliding down from her perch, she set off across the gardens.
"Knock knock," Eowyn called.
She was stood a little way from Frodo, not wanting to intrude. Spinning round, startled, Frodo realized who it was, and beckoned for her to come and sit down. She obeyed, sitting much closer than they had last night. Suddenly finding it hard to breathe, Frodo managed to ask,
"How did you sleep?"
Mentally kicking himself for asking such a silly question.
"Good, yeah, how about you?" Eowyn managed to reply.
"Um.......Yeah, good...thanks." Frodo stumble over the words.
Silence descended for a few moments. Before Eowyn could ask, why he was out so early in the morning? She noticed a slight tickling on her foot. Glancing down, she relised the current had brought her and Frodo's feet together. Looking up, the words died on her lips, she could hardly breathe.
Frodo leaned in, and just as they were about to kiss, a call rang out across the grounds.
"Eowyn, are you out here?"
Jerking apart, Eowyn scrambled to her feet, and started to run back towards the house, before changing her mind, dashing back and kissing Frodo on the cheek, before running off.
Startled and hopelessly confused, Frodo brought his hand up to his cheek to touch the spot that she had kissed, before turning to watch the retreating figure, dissapear inside the house.
His mind a complete blank , Frodo sat for a while longer, before slowly getting up and plodding back to the house. His mind in a turmoil.
