Chapter 4
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Eowyn tossed and turned all night. She lay awake thinking of Aragorn's proposal. He sounded so, so forward. He didn't sound like he was in love. He sounded like he was sacrificing something. No, she decided. I won't be the guest of honor at his pity party. He won't use me as a scapegoat, trying to take advantage of my feelings. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Aragorn studied his temporary living quarters. It was nice, and it had that homely look to it. It was a nice change in pace compared to the stone walls and cold interior of Gondor. Eowyn, as queen would liven up the place, like a nice Martha Stewart. (AN: Sorry, I couldn't resist!). As he lay awake, he opened up the ring, made from the elven star, which Arwen threw at him, as she moved out. It was clear and perfect just like she was. She had loved him too. She had, but it was a matter of lapsed judgment. She thought that he was after Eowyn. She had deliberately hurt him. She felt nothing for hi after that. She was enraged after he made the Elven Star into a ring. She kept the shards, and threw back the ring, because it was worthless to her now. He closed the case back, and tucked it back into his satchel. Even as King, he kept a bag. He lad his dirty head on the nice clean pillow and went to sleep. (A/N: He has some serious hygenial issues, I'm sorry.) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was midday, and Eowyn was tapping her hands on the table, dreading her meeting with Aragorn. He maid, Ally, was knitting.
"Er, begging my lady's pardon, could ye please stop drummin'? This is the third time I've messed up this washcloth for his Majesty of Gondor."
"Oh, sorry Ally. I'm a little, well anxious about my meeting with Aragorn."
"Well, its not gettin' his washcloth done any faster."
There was a knock at the door.
"Coming!" Ally practically flew to the door and thrust it open, revealing, a clean, shaven King of Gondor.(for once!)
"Shall we?" Aragorn extended his arm.
"Umm, yes, we, umm, shall." Eowyn answered.
Then they walked, to the dining room for lunch.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Allright, here is the latest chapter, the date I put this up is 4-21-04, will update whenever the hell I feel like it, and so see ya! I ( Embo!!!!!!
Eowyn tossed and turned all night. She lay awake thinking of Aragorn's proposal. He sounded so, so forward. He didn't sound like he was in love. He sounded like he was sacrificing something. No, she decided. I won't be the guest of honor at his pity party. He won't use me as a scapegoat, trying to take advantage of my feelings. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Aragorn studied his temporary living quarters. It was nice, and it had that homely look to it. It was a nice change in pace compared to the stone walls and cold interior of Gondor. Eowyn, as queen would liven up the place, like a nice Martha Stewart. (AN: Sorry, I couldn't resist!). As he lay awake, he opened up the ring, made from the elven star, which Arwen threw at him, as she moved out. It was clear and perfect just like she was. She had loved him too. She had, but it was a matter of lapsed judgment. She thought that he was after Eowyn. She had deliberately hurt him. She felt nothing for hi after that. She was enraged after he made the Elven Star into a ring. She kept the shards, and threw back the ring, because it was worthless to her now. He closed the case back, and tucked it back into his satchel. Even as King, he kept a bag. He lad his dirty head on the nice clean pillow and went to sleep. (A/N: He has some serious hygenial issues, I'm sorry.) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was midday, and Eowyn was tapping her hands on the table, dreading her meeting with Aragorn. He maid, Ally, was knitting.
"Er, begging my lady's pardon, could ye please stop drummin'? This is the third time I've messed up this washcloth for his Majesty of Gondor."
"Oh, sorry Ally. I'm a little, well anxious about my meeting with Aragorn."
"Well, its not gettin' his washcloth done any faster."
There was a knock at the door.
"Coming!" Ally practically flew to the door and thrust it open, revealing, a clean, shaven King of Gondor.(for once!)
"Shall we?" Aragorn extended his arm.
"Umm, yes, we, umm, shall." Eowyn answered.
Then they walked, to the dining room for lunch.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Allright, here is the latest chapter, the date I put this up is 4-21-04, will update whenever the hell I feel like it, and so see ya! I ( Embo!!!!!!