-/Pains in the Heart-
I don't own the characters, just the plot. However, I do have virtual voodoo dolls with which I do evil things muhuhahaha!
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
Éowyn cried the whole way through the palace. Even at this very moment, she felt his touch...
The guard stopped; he had words with a pair of guards at the set of double doors. One nodded and took hold of Éowyn while the first guard led them through the doors and down a dimly-lit corridor. He knocked on the third door down. Faramir answered. "Yes?" Then he caught sight of Éowyn.
"Éowyn! What on earth are you doing here?"
"She was trying to break into the King Elessar's quarters," said the guard uncertainly. A spasm of pain flickered across Faramir's face. Faramir stepped aside to allow them entry into his chambers.
"Is this true?" he said, unable to keep the sadness from his voice.
"Yes, milord," said Éowyn mildly. "I heard shouting; I saw the Elf there-"
"What Elf?"
"The one to whom he was engaged," said Éowyn. "She was trying- trying to seduce him, I think... they embraced..."
Éowyn gave a great, shuddering sigh and dissolved into tears again.
"Then he has betrayed you?" said Faramir, his voice quaking with anger; he turned to search for his sword.
"I know not, milord," said Éowyn desperately.
t was at that moment that an enormous crash from outside. The double doors had been smashed open and Aragorn appeared in Faramir's doorway, sword raised, his face flushed.
"Aragorn!" said Éowyn. She rushed to him; he dropped his sword and their hands clasped at chest height.
"I came to check on you..." he began.
"I heard voices..."
"I thought you might. I am so sorry..."
"It was not your fault..."
"It was. Can you forgive me?"
They kissed and Faramir turned away. He set down his sword as quietly as he could, then turned round with a forced grin.
"Thank the Valar that has been cleared up," said Faramir when they had broken apart. The couple deferred to Faramir, and left.
---- Minas Tirith: Aragorn's Chambers ----
"Éowyn," soothed Aragorn, "why do you cry still?"
"I thought I was going to lose you," she sobbed, soaking his shoulder. "It wasn't until I saw her..."
Éowyn trailed off. "What?" said Aragorn. "What do you fear?" She broke out of his grip and moved out onto the balcony.
"I told you once," she said softly after a moment, "that I feared a cage. I have always been caged; by womanhood, by duty, by illness... but independence is its own cage. Loneliness is a stronger prison, for once one learns to live there, they can never break free. They can never survive without the comfort of their own company. You saved me from that cage, Aragorn. You will never understand how much that means to me."
Aragorn put his arms around his bride-to-be. They looked out over what was to be their City.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" he said.
"There is too much white stone, and too few green," replied Éowyn. "Somehow, it is a City with too much life, and not enough that is alive."
"I think I understand," smiled Aragorn.
"It is so different to all I have ever known," she sighed. "Look at the fields of the Pelennor. It nearly brings a tear to my eye; 'tis so black and barren. Look! It smokes still!"
And verily wisps of smoke still rose from the deepest trenches dug by the hosts of Mordor.
"It looks as though nothing could ever grow there again," said Éowyn.
"They were once wide farms," said Aragorn. "Fertile and green. So it shall be again."
"Yes."
They shared a lingering kiss, before Éowyn returned to her chambers downstairs and Aragorn enjoyed the first sleep in his royal bed.
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I don't own the characters, just the plot. However, I do have virtual voodoo dolls with which I do evil things muhuhahaha!
---- Minas Tirith: Faramir's Chambers ----
Éowyn cried the whole way through the palace. Even at this very moment, she felt his touch...
The guard stopped; he had words with a pair of guards at the set of double doors. One nodded and took hold of Éowyn while the first guard led them through the doors and down a dimly-lit corridor. He knocked on the third door down. Faramir answered. "Yes?" Then he caught sight of Éowyn.
"Éowyn! What on earth are you doing here?"
"She was trying to break into the King Elessar's quarters," said the guard uncertainly. A spasm of pain flickered across Faramir's face. Faramir stepped aside to allow them entry into his chambers.
"Is this true?" he said, unable to keep the sadness from his voice.
"Yes, milord," said Éowyn mildly. "I heard shouting; I saw the Elf there-"
"What Elf?"
"The one to whom he was engaged," said Éowyn. "She was trying- trying to seduce him, I think... they embraced..."
Éowyn gave a great, shuddering sigh and dissolved into tears again.
"Then he has betrayed you?" said Faramir, his voice quaking with anger; he turned to search for his sword.
"I know not, milord," said Éowyn desperately.
t was at that moment that an enormous crash from outside. The double doors had been smashed open and Aragorn appeared in Faramir's doorway, sword raised, his face flushed.
"Aragorn!" said Éowyn. She rushed to him; he dropped his sword and their hands clasped at chest height.
"I came to check on you..." he began.
"I heard voices..."
"I thought you might. I am so sorry..."
"It was not your fault..."
"It was. Can you forgive me?"
They kissed and Faramir turned away. He set down his sword as quietly as he could, then turned round with a forced grin.
"Thank the Valar that has been cleared up," said Faramir when they had broken apart. The couple deferred to Faramir, and left.
---- Minas Tirith: Aragorn's Chambers ----
"Éowyn," soothed Aragorn, "why do you cry still?"
"I thought I was going to lose you," she sobbed, soaking his shoulder. "It wasn't until I saw her..."
Éowyn trailed off. "What?" said Aragorn. "What do you fear?" She broke out of his grip and moved out onto the balcony.
"I told you once," she said softly after a moment, "that I feared a cage. I have always been caged; by womanhood, by duty, by illness... but independence is its own cage. Loneliness is a stronger prison, for once one learns to live there, they can never break free. They can never survive without the comfort of their own company. You saved me from that cage, Aragorn. You will never understand how much that means to me."
Aragorn put his arms around his bride-to-be. They looked out over what was to be their City.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" he said.
"There is too much white stone, and too few green," replied Éowyn. "Somehow, it is a City with too much life, and not enough that is alive."
"I think I understand," smiled Aragorn.
"It is so different to all I have ever known," she sighed. "Look at the fields of the Pelennor. It nearly brings a tear to my eye; 'tis so black and barren. Look! It smokes still!"
And verily wisps of smoke still rose from the deepest trenches dug by the hosts of Mordor.
"It looks as though nothing could ever grow there again," said Éowyn.
"They were once wide farms," said Aragorn. "Fertile and green. So it shall be again."
"Yes."
They shared a lingering kiss, before Éowyn returned to her chambers downstairs and Aragorn enjoyed the first sleep in his royal bed.
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