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Chapter 5:
Frodo spent the day gardening, letting the calm of the plants wash over him like a wave, calming his nerves and steadying his shaking hands. Excitement coursed through his veins like fire, awakening his senses and making the world seem fresh and poignant, as if at the moment he percieved each plant he made for them names, new and wonderful...And the colour! He felt like he could plunge into the vibrant colours and scents of the plants and lie there forever... If this was what love was like...God he wanted to stay like this forever!
The day flew by, he made a few pleasant exchanges wit hEowyn, but again she seemed to keep to herself most of the time.
Dinner was a jolly affair, and he was kept up late by Merry and Estella's tales of their childhood romance, and of distant lands they had visited, Rohan and Gondor, tales of the great war, and of King Aragorn... Frodo crawled into bed several hours later, with no thoughts for any moonlit walks, apart from the ones in his dreams...
***
Eowyn sat on the riverbank, waiting... Frodo was going to come, he had just been...delayed! Dozing lightly, leaning against the willow, she waited. Struggling to stay awake by singing quietly to herself, she sat, hopeful. Slowly, bit by bit, her senses dulled, and she slept.
***
Frodo awoke suddenly, he felt as if someone had shouted in his ear. Looking around quickly, his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom. Satisfied he was alone, his breathing slowed, and he swung out of bed. Not bothering to light a candle, he slipped into his clothes, and opened the window swinging himself lightly out onto the grass. Breathing in the heavily scented night air, he set off towards the river, basking in the moonlight glow.
She was there. Drawing nearer, he realised she was asleep. How long had she been there alone? She seemed to be almost glowing in the dappled moonlight. She looked so peaceful just lying there,and if possible he loved her even more. Frodo stood there for a few minutes, debating whether to leave her sleeping, or keep her company. His overwhelming desire to be with her won. Walking quietly over to her,he sat down next to her, then carefully slipped his arm round her shoulders, keeping her safe from the rushing water to her right. She stirred, never waking, but moved to a more comfortable position, lying on the ground eith her head on Frodo's lap. A smile playing across her lips. Smiling back, Frodo bent down to kiss her gently on the forehead, before leaning back against the willow and falling asleep.
***
The suns first rays played on Eowyn's face, gently waking her. She could hear running water close by, and opened her eyes in surprise. What she saw surprised her further. She was lying on the ground underneath the willow, with her head lying in Frodo's lap. Frodo was asleep, leaning against the willow tree, one hand nestled in her hair, the other resting on her stomach. Thinking back to last night, she dimmly remembered sitting here waiting for Frodo. She must have fallen asleep where she sat, and presumably where he found her. Smiling slightly, she took his hand off her stomach, holding it and intertwining their fingers. Moving slightly to a more comfortable position, she closed her eyes, enjoying being so close to Frodo, and sinking into a blissful sleep.
***
Frodo woke slowly, savouring the fresh breeze blowing gently over his face, before opening his eyes. Eowyn was still lying with her head in his lap, sleeping quietly. He gently brushed some hair off her face, his fingers only lightly brushing her skin, so as not to disturb her. Her left hand moved up from lying on the grass, and lightly clasped his hand, bringing it down to her face. Frodo smiled, her sleeping form was certainly deceptive.
"It's about time you woke up! I've been waiting for ages!"
Eowyn murmered, snuggling closer to Frodo, her eyes still closed to the world.
"I'm sorry your majesty!" Frodo replied jokingly, stroking her delicate fingers.
"If you want me to forgive you you'll have to give me something I want!" Eowyn teased him, hugging the hand she had clasped.
"And what would that be?"
"A kiss." Eowyn smiled at Frodo, but her eyes were serious.
Frodo's mind went blank. Was he hearing correctly? Had she really just said that? It felt like an eternity before his brain finally kicked in, and without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her gently.
Eowyn was in shock. Yes she'd been serious when she said that she wanted him to kiss her, but she hadn't thought he'd actually do it... All thoughts dissapeared, as she relaxed into the kiss, enjoying being so close to Frodo, and the safe feeling of having his arms encircling her.
It was Frodo who drew away first, savouring the feeling of Eowyn. Indescribable and yet it felt so natural. Why hadn't he gone to talk to her before? He looked back into her eyes, such beautiful deep blue pools, and smiled. Bringing her close to him, his arms holding her tight, half raising her from the ground, he kissed her again.
***
Breakfast was another contended meal, Merry and Estella exchanged knowing looks, as Frodo and Eowyn blushed at each other across the table. Instead of dissapearing during the day, Eowyn came out into the gardens with Frodo, spending the time talking and getting to know each other. The day passed quickly, and soon they were called in to change for dinner. Planting a swift kiss on Frodo's cheek, Eowyn set off to change, siining quietly to herself.
***
Frodo gasped when Eowyn walked into dinner. She looked so beautiful! She was wearing a blue dress, the same blue as her eyes, with a tight blue bodice and full skirt, the sleeves were light and floated delicatly round her dainty arms. To complete the outfit, her hair was loosly pinned, the side curls brought in, but the rest hanging loose, secured with a small diamond clip. He didn't express how he felt with Merry and Estella there, so both he and Eowyn ate dinner quickly. Eowyn excused herself first, quickly leaving the dinning room, and Frodo followed a few minutes later.
Instead of going straight outside, Frodo went first to his bedroom to collect the glass swan, placing it gently in his pocket before climbing out of the window, and walking quickly in the direction of the river.
Chapter 5:
Frodo spent the day gardening, letting the calm of the plants wash over him like a wave, calming his nerves and steadying his shaking hands. Excitement coursed through his veins like fire, awakening his senses and making the world seem fresh and poignant, as if at the moment he percieved each plant he made for them names, new and wonderful...And the colour! He felt like he could plunge into the vibrant colours and scents of the plants and lie there forever... If this was what love was like...God he wanted to stay like this forever!
The day flew by, he made a few pleasant exchanges wit hEowyn, but again she seemed to keep to herself most of the time.
Dinner was a jolly affair, and he was kept up late by Merry and Estella's tales of their childhood romance, and of distant lands they had visited, Rohan and Gondor, tales of the great war, and of King Aragorn... Frodo crawled into bed several hours later, with no thoughts for any moonlit walks, apart from the ones in his dreams...
***
Eowyn sat on the riverbank, waiting... Frodo was going to come, he had just been...delayed! Dozing lightly, leaning against the willow, she waited. Struggling to stay awake by singing quietly to herself, she sat, hopeful. Slowly, bit by bit, her senses dulled, and she slept.
***
Frodo awoke suddenly, he felt as if someone had shouted in his ear. Looking around quickly, his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom. Satisfied he was alone, his breathing slowed, and he swung out of bed. Not bothering to light a candle, he slipped into his clothes, and opened the window swinging himself lightly out onto the grass. Breathing in the heavily scented night air, he set off towards the river, basking in the moonlight glow.
She was there. Drawing nearer, he realised she was asleep. How long had she been there alone? She seemed to be almost glowing in the dappled moonlight. She looked so peaceful just lying there,and if possible he loved her even more. Frodo stood there for a few minutes, debating whether to leave her sleeping, or keep her company. His overwhelming desire to be with her won. Walking quietly over to her,he sat down next to her, then carefully slipped his arm round her shoulders, keeping her safe from the rushing water to her right. She stirred, never waking, but moved to a more comfortable position, lying on the ground eith her head on Frodo's lap. A smile playing across her lips. Smiling back, Frodo bent down to kiss her gently on the forehead, before leaning back against the willow and falling asleep.
***
The suns first rays played on Eowyn's face, gently waking her. She could hear running water close by, and opened her eyes in surprise. What she saw surprised her further. She was lying on the ground underneath the willow, with her head lying in Frodo's lap. Frodo was asleep, leaning against the willow tree, one hand nestled in her hair, the other resting on her stomach. Thinking back to last night, she dimmly remembered sitting here waiting for Frodo. She must have fallen asleep where she sat, and presumably where he found her. Smiling slightly, she took his hand off her stomach, holding it and intertwining their fingers. Moving slightly to a more comfortable position, she closed her eyes, enjoying being so close to Frodo, and sinking into a blissful sleep.
***
Frodo woke slowly, savouring the fresh breeze blowing gently over his face, before opening his eyes. Eowyn was still lying with her head in his lap, sleeping quietly. He gently brushed some hair off her face, his fingers only lightly brushing her skin, so as not to disturb her. Her left hand moved up from lying on the grass, and lightly clasped his hand, bringing it down to her face. Frodo smiled, her sleeping form was certainly deceptive.
"It's about time you woke up! I've been waiting for ages!"
Eowyn murmered, snuggling closer to Frodo, her eyes still closed to the world.
"I'm sorry your majesty!" Frodo replied jokingly, stroking her delicate fingers.
"If you want me to forgive you you'll have to give me something I want!" Eowyn teased him, hugging the hand she had clasped.
"And what would that be?"
"A kiss." Eowyn smiled at Frodo, but her eyes were serious.
Frodo's mind went blank. Was he hearing correctly? Had she really just said that? It felt like an eternity before his brain finally kicked in, and without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her gently.
Eowyn was in shock. Yes she'd been serious when she said that she wanted him to kiss her, but she hadn't thought he'd actually do it... All thoughts dissapeared, as she relaxed into the kiss, enjoying being so close to Frodo, and the safe feeling of having his arms encircling her.
It was Frodo who drew away first, savouring the feeling of Eowyn. Indescribable and yet it felt so natural. Why hadn't he gone to talk to her before? He looked back into her eyes, such beautiful deep blue pools, and smiled. Bringing her close to him, his arms holding her tight, half raising her from the ground, he kissed her again.
***
Breakfast was another contended meal, Merry and Estella exchanged knowing looks, as Frodo and Eowyn blushed at each other across the table. Instead of dissapearing during the day, Eowyn came out into the gardens with Frodo, spending the time talking and getting to know each other. The day passed quickly, and soon they were called in to change for dinner. Planting a swift kiss on Frodo's cheek, Eowyn set off to change, siining quietly to herself.
***
Frodo gasped when Eowyn walked into dinner. She looked so beautiful! She was wearing a blue dress, the same blue as her eyes, with a tight blue bodice and full skirt, the sleeves were light and floated delicatly round her dainty arms. To complete the outfit, her hair was loosly pinned, the side curls brought in, but the rest hanging loose, secured with a small diamond clip. He didn't express how he felt with Merry and Estella there, so both he and Eowyn ate dinner quickly. Eowyn excused herself first, quickly leaving the dinning room, and Frodo followed a few minutes later.
Instead of going straight outside, Frodo went first to his bedroom to collect the glass swan, placing it gently in his pocket before climbing out of the window, and walking quickly in the direction of the river.
