~I bet you think this is funny, High King of Gondor.~
~You're trying to dump Faramir on me.~
~So I won't annoy you with my whims anymore. Well it's not going to work. I will have you as my own. You need this; yet you cannot see it... ~
Faramir had not returned to Eowyn's room after she had run off, something she silently thanked him for. Any other man would've done so, claiming wrongdoing and begging forgiveness. At least Faramir had some sense.
She could not stay locked in her room forever, she decided. If she were to do anything about this situation, she would have to be who she once was. The outgoing Eowyn would have to return, the Eowyn that cared what no one thought of her, so long as she got her point across.
It was her time to become who she was born to be.
She left her room and roamed aimlessly through the many halls of the palace. No one was out this evening, and it seemed cold and empty. Were these halls so sacred that no one dare walk in them anymore, or was there another reason...
Eowyn moved now with more stealth, almost afraid to be found. She moved through the corridors with precision, though she knew not where she was going. Soon there were voices...
"The King will not consent to marriage, have I told you this enough yet?"
"High Steward - "
"The King refuses to wed. His heart lies elsewhere. Could you please tell your kinsmen to stop sending requests?" Faramir's voice was now recognizable.
The other voice sighed. "It shall be as you wish, High Steward. With your permission, I take leave."
Then there was silence.
This was no news to Eowyn - she had heard the selfsame rumors spreading like wildfire. The King refuses to wed; his heart lies in Valinor with the elf-maiden there.
"Eowyn, you can come out now."
Almost sheepishly Eowyn walked into the open. She found a large meeting room with torches lining the walls. A tapestry bearing the white tree of Gondor was located at the head of a long table. She could tell she was in a room of some importance.
Faramir sat at the head of the table. A guard stood by another door on the other side of the room - other than that, they were alone. The moment made Eowyn extremely uncomfortable.
"How did you manage to find this place?" Faramir asked.
Eowyn shrugged. "I just was looking around, and got lost...I wandered about until I ended up here."
"Not many can find this room," said Faramir, leaning back in his chair. "I applaud your efforts."
Eowyn did not reply. She tried to think of a reason to leave, but none came. The awkward silence grew until it became almost unbearable.
"You know why the king does not wed," Faramir said finally.
"Who doesn't?" Eowyn said with scarcely veiled contempt.
"Obviously you do not know the correct reason then." Faramir turned to leave.
"What are you saying?" Eowyn demanded.
"The King does love another, but it is not who you think. That is all I will say. With your leave, dear lady."
And with that, Faramir left Eowyn to her very confused thoughts.
~You're trying to dump Faramir on me.~
~So I won't annoy you with my whims anymore. Well it's not going to work. I will have you as my own. You need this; yet you cannot see it... ~
Faramir had not returned to Eowyn's room after she had run off, something she silently thanked him for. Any other man would've done so, claiming wrongdoing and begging forgiveness. At least Faramir had some sense.
She could not stay locked in her room forever, she decided. If she were to do anything about this situation, she would have to be who she once was. The outgoing Eowyn would have to return, the Eowyn that cared what no one thought of her, so long as she got her point across.
It was her time to become who she was born to be.
She left her room and roamed aimlessly through the many halls of the palace. No one was out this evening, and it seemed cold and empty. Were these halls so sacred that no one dare walk in them anymore, or was there another reason...
Eowyn moved now with more stealth, almost afraid to be found. She moved through the corridors with precision, though she knew not where she was going. Soon there were voices...
"The King will not consent to marriage, have I told you this enough yet?"
"High Steward - "
"The King refuses to wed. His heart lies elsewhere. Could you please tell your kinsmen to stop sending requests?" Faramir's voice was now recognizable.
The other voice sighed. "It shall be as you wish, High Steward. With your permission, I take leave."
Then there was silence.
This was no news to Eowyn - she had heard the selfsame rumors spreading like wildfire. The King refuses to wed; his heart lies in Valinor with the elf-maiden there.
"Eowyn, you can come out now."
Almost sheepishly Eowyn walked into the open. She found a large meeting room with torches lining the walls. A tapestry bearing the white tree of Gondor was located at the head of a long table. She could tell she was in a room of some importance.
Faramir sat at the head of the table. A guard stood by another door on the other side of the room - other than that, they were alone. The moment made Eowyn extremely uncomfortable.
"How did you manage to find this place?" Faramir asked.
Eowyn shrugged. "I just was looking around, and got lost...I wandered about until I ended up here."
"Not many can find this room," said Faramir, leaning back in his chair. "I applaud your efforts."
Eowyn did not reply. She tried to think of a reason to leave, but none came. The awkward silence grew until it became almost unbearable.
"You know why the king does not wed," Faramir said finally.
"Who doesn't?" Eowyn said with scarcely veiled contempt.
"Obviously you do not know the correct reason then." Faramir turned to leave.
"What are you saying?" Eowyn demanded.
"The King does love another, but it is not who you think. That is all I will say. With your leave, dear lady."
And with that, Faramir left Eowyn to her very confused thoughts.