AN: All right. Here I go again…This is what happens when I get on TORn and find a huge list of things that will hopefully be in the ROTK EE DVD and the Houses of Healing scenes between Faramir and Eowyn are listed. SQUEEE!
Disclaimer: I relinquish any and all claims to this. It all belongs to Tolkien.
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March 16
The pain in one arm is all but gone. The other heals swiftly. Why do I lie in sloth? Is there no empty saddle for me to fill? Though I will smite no more Nazgul, I can still wield a sword.
The healers say I must stay abed for six days yet.
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March 17
Another nightmare came last night. I saw my brother fall, heard his cries for help, but his men did not come. I was there, but I could not reach him! I ran and ran, but could not move, and when he fell I wept. I woke to the feeling of tears on my face. My pillow was wet with saltwater.
The nurses will not tell me what is happening. Someone is always present, so I cannot rise and escape. I have sold one cage for another, and this one is not so gilded as Edoras.
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March 18
Now I know why the healers would give me no news of the war. Curse them! As soon as I found out, I leapt up and demanded to be set free, but they would not release me.
Why am I so angry? It is thus: A great host, the united strength of the Free Countries, has marched to Mordor to confront Sauron in a final battle. They left this morning. I heard the cheers and wails of the crowd through my open window, but I could not ride with them.
This, then, is why I have been kept a prisoner. They knew, for my brother, aye, and even Lord Aragorn, would have told them of my desire to follow the army unto death. These Healers of Gondor have dedicated their lives to bringing peace and health to others; why can they not see that I shall have neither till I have found an honorable death?
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March 19
My guardswoman, whose name I have found to be Ioreth, delivered a note to me today.
"Tis from his Lordship, the King of the Riders. Your brother, milady. I do apologize for not giving it to you sooner, but it clean slipped my mind, what with the sadness of yesterday's Farewell…" She rambled on as she handed me a slip of paper. It was written in the Common Tongue, of course, as Rohirric has no written form. Yet I could sense my brother in the words.
My dear sister,
No doubt you are greatly angered at your confinement to the Houses of Healing, but fret not, for you will find naught but goodwill there. Our deeds today are hopeless, yet it will bring my heart ease to know that you are safe, for the moment, and well cared-for in Minas Tirith. If these be our last days, it is my wish that you will spend yours in peace, if you can. If your fate is a death in battle, Eowyn, it will find you. Do not, I beg of you, go searching for it.
With all my love, Eomer
I sank to my bed and wept when I read his last words. How can I deny what might very well be his final request of me? I love my brother dearly, for he is all I have left, but…damn him for his pity!
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AN: OK. I know you're thinking "what?!" But I promise, the next bit will be better. Promise! Because in the next, she meets Faramir. And then, I will deviate a little from the book. But not much… oO;;;
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