Chapter Five
Eowyn looked forward to the party for the hobbits with great anticipation. For one, she had not seen them in quite some time.....since Aragorn had been crowned as King, in fact. But there was also the fact that Aragorn had invited her, and that made her feel special, as girly and immature as she may have considered it. It made her feel as if there was a sliver of hope.....
But as she had noticed in the past, slivers of hope were sharp and painful.
The visit from Aragorn came early one evening a few days after she had first learned of the hobbits' visit. A slight tap at the door startled her from her reading.
"It's me. Can I come in?"
"Of course," Eowyn said, and Aragorn entered her room. She did not notice his followers until they were on top of her.
"Eowyn!" Merry shouted. She was instantly tackled by three hobbits, taken totally off-guard.
Eowyn laughed, the first time she had in what had seemed like forever. "I have missed you all!"
The three of them giggled, then perhaps realizing what a shock they probably presented to the mistress of Rohan, stood up, looking rather shamefaced. "Didn't mean te scare ye, me lady," Merry said quietly.
"That's Eowyn to you," she said with a laugh. "I would've expected no less from you three."
Aragorn smiled from where he was standing. "Are you ready for the festivities?"
Pippin's face lit up. "Festivities? Does that include.....food?"
"Aye, me lad," Aragorn said with a perfect imitation of the hobbit's accent.
"Well then let's get started!"
*
There was a gathering of special magnificence in the Gondorian dining hall. The hobbits were there, along with Aragorn, Faramir...and two people no one had expected.
"Legolas? Gimli? How did you know?" Aragorn was asking them over dinner.
"You cannot hide all your doings from us," Legolas said wisely.
Aragorn smiled.
The dinner was spectacular, a meal fit for a king. Of course this was a meal for a king, so it made sense. The conversation at the dinner table went on well into the night, and before long Eowyn found herself dozing off.
She woke when someone lightly tapped her shoulder. "Come with me," a voice whispered in a husky tone.
Eowyn blearily opened her eyes and saw Aragorn behind her. The rest of the dinner table was still engrossed in conversation. Silently the two crept away from the dinner hall.
She soon found herself out in the courtyard with Aragorn, overlooking the entire city of Minas Tirith. The stars were shining bright and the White Tree was phosphorescing in their light. There was a long silence before anyone spoke.
"Sometimes I know I must really irritate you, Eowyn," Aragorn began. "Before I would not take you because I loved another, and that must have hurt you deeply. As of late I have probably confused you, mainly because I do not know how to act. Perhaps that is why I have not told you this until now."
Eowyn looked at him oddly. "What are you saying?"
Aragorn breathed deeply. "I love you, Eowyn, though it kills me. I should not love you, as I have pledged my love to another, far from here..."
He did not continue that sentence for a long while, and Eowyn was startled to see Aragorn's eyes shimmer with unshed tears.
"I should love her forever, as I promised. But I cannot...not when I am here, with you."
Eowyn had dreamed of this moment for a long time now, but when it finally confronted her, she hadn't the slightest idea of what she was supposed to say.
"I will not take you unless I can have your entire heart," Eowyn said. "If you still love her, I will fade into the background so you can continue doing as such. But if you do love me..." Her voice trailed off.
Aragorn took her hand. "I do, Eowyn. I do."
And with those words, Eowyn of Rohan was finally contented.
A/N: I don't care if all of this is fluff. Because I like it that way, hopefully you guys will too ( Please review!
Eowyn looked forward to the party for the hobbits with great anticipation. For one, she had not seen them in quite some time.....since Aragorn had been crowned as King, in fact. But there was also the fact that Aragorn had invited her, and that made her feel special, as girly and immature as she may have considered it. It made her feel as if there was a sliver of hope.....
But as she had noticed in the past, slivers of hope were sharp and painful.
The visit from Aragorn came early one evening a few days after she had first learned of the hobbits' visit. A slight tap at the door startled her from her reading.
"It's me. Can I come in?"
"Of course," Eowyn said, and Aragorn entered her room. She did not notice his followers until they were on top of her.
"Eowyn!" Merry shouted. She was instantly tackled by three hobbits, taken totally off-guard.
Eowyn laughed, the first time she had in what had seemed like forever. "I have missed you all!"
The three of them giggled, then perhaps realizing what a shock they probably presented to the mistress of Rohan, stood up, looking rather shamefaced. "Didn't mean te scare ye, me lady," Merry said quietly.
"That's Eowyn to you," she said with a laugh. "I would've expected no less from you three."
Aragorn smiled from where he was standing. "Are you ready for the festivities?"
Pippin's face lit up. "Festivities? Does that include.....food?"
"Aye, me lad," Aragorn said with a perfect imitation of the hobbit's accent.
"Well then let's get started!"
*
There was a gathering of special magnificence in the Gondorian dining hall. The hobbits were there, along with Aragorn, Faramir...and two people no one had expected.
"Legolas? Gimli? How did you know?" Aragorn was asking them over dinner.
"You cannot hide all your doings from us," Legolas said wisely.
Aragorn smiled.
The dinner was spectacular, a meal fit for a king. Of course this was a meal for a king, so it made sense. The conversation at the dinner table went on well into the night, and before long Eowyn found herself dozing off.
She woke when someone lightly tapped her shoulder. "Come with me," a voice whispered in a husky tone.
Eowyn blearily opened her eyes and saw Aragorn behind her. The rest of the dinner table was still engrossed in conversation. Silently the two crept away from the dinner hall.
She soon found herself out in the courtyard with Aragorn, overlooking the entire city of Minas Tirith. The stars were shining bright and the White Tree was phosphorescing in their light. There was a long silence before anyone spoke.
"Sometimes I know I must really irritate you, Eowyn," Aragorn began. "Before I would not take you because I loved another, and that must have hurt you deeply. As of late I have probably confused you, mainly because I do not know how to act. Perhaps that is why I have not told you this until now."
Eowyn looked at him oddly. "What are you saying?"
Aragorn breathed deeply. "I love you, Eowyn, though it kills me. I should not love you, as I have pledged my love to another, far from here..."
He did not continue that sentence for a long while, and Eowyn was startled to see Aragorn's eyes shimmer with unshed tears.
"I should love her forever, as I promised. But I cannot...not when I am here, with you."
Eowyn had dreamed of this moment for a long time now, but when it finally confronted her, she hadn't the slightest idea of what she was supposed to say.
"I will not take you unless I can have your entire heart," Eowyn said. "If you still love her, I will fade into the background so you can continue doing as such. But if you do love me..." Her voice trailed off.
Aragorn took her hand. "I do, Eowyn. I do."
And with those words, Eowyn of Rohan was finally contented.
A/N: I don't care if all of this is fluff. Because I like it that way, hopefully you guys will too ( Please review!