Chapter 11

Eowyn stopped, and turned towards Harry. She looked deep into his eyes. He met her gaze, unfaltering, unblinking. He needed to know the truth.
Yet what was the truth? Harry thought seriously in his heart. Could it just be defined as that which is not a lie? That which can be proved, like reality.
No, he thought suddenly. Truth is much more than that...
Suddenly, Eowyn smiled.
"Yes," she said softly.

Harry stared at her. She smiled.
"I believe it to be true," she said softly. "I believe it with all my heart, Harry. This is your destiny."
Harry could hardly take in that his heart was also telling him so. He nodded slowly.
"I - I think it is in my heart too, Eowyn," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Eowyn put her arm around him, and Harry leant against her. He needed a friend, someone to look after him, and he was so glad that she was there.
"Aragorn told us a lot about you," she said suddenly.
Harry straightened up and looked at her.
"Really? What...what kind of things did he say?"
Eowyn smiled mysteriously at him.
"Intriguing things."
"Eowyn!" Harry laughed. "Really...I'm interested. What did he say?"

Eowyn smiled at him.
"Your magic is so different to this world, Harry. It was very strange to hear about it."
Harry pulled out the wand he'd stored in his jeans pocket. Eowyn stared at it.
"That is it? Your wand?"
"Yes," he nodded. "What is so strange about it?"
"Well, there is a lot of Magic in the land of Middle Earth," Eowyn began. "Far more than in your world, from what Aragorn told us. Very few in your world are magical; am I right?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes; there are magical people like me, and then there are non-magical people. We call them Muggles."
Eowyn nodded.
"Here, nearly everyone has magic of their own. But we do not use objects such as yours." She glanced at his wand. "The closest thing to that would be Gandalf's staff, and even they are not very similar. You use certain words to show your magic...with us what we will is more important rather than pronounced words."

"Well...we have to concentrate hard on what we want with more difficult spells," said Harry. "But simple spells, that I learnt years ago, I have no difficulty with them."
"And each of your spells does a certain thing, doesn't it?" said Eowyn. "We don't have particular spells for a particular task...not like your kind seem to have."
Harry nodded, understanding the differences in their magic.
"Would you like to see a spell?" he asked her.
"Oh...yes," she replied, looking slightly confused.
"Is everything all right?" he asked.
"Yes...it's just that it seems too strange, you just being able to produce magic on command."
"I do see what you mean," Harry replied.
But in truth he found their way of magic quite strange. What was the point of not being able to do a particular task at a certain time? Why so much focus on what you willed? It didn't make sense to Harry. For him, magic was elementary, to be taught, in straight lines, black and white.
He saw no other way.

Harry shrugged away his thoughts and looked at Eowyn.
"Can I have something of yours, Eowyn?" he asked her. "Something...small?"
She nodded, and removed the necklace she wore. Harry had not noticed it before, but looked at it now in wonder. It was delicate and beautiful, strangely similar to Eowyn herself. It had a strangely Celtic look to it, swirling yet defined. Harry smiled, not even sure why.
"Harry?" said Eowyn, looking at him.
The spell was broken. Harry looked up at Eowyn and smiled.
"The spell I have chosen," he began, "Is one to levitate objects."
Eowyn smiled curiously.
Harry cleared his throat, and raised his wand. With a swish and a flick, he said: "Wingardium Leviosa!"