DISCLAIMER: Last time I checked my name is not JRR Tolkien and my literary
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be a mediocre copy of his work. Also I deeply regret that it took me so
long to update, I promise to try harder in the future. Please read and
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The pale grey light of dawn leaked through the closed windows. The sky was overcast and bleak and the sun was hidden behind dark, gloomy clouds. The wind howled and shrieked through the barren stony halls. Faramir stood in the shadows and silently watched the still figure lying on the bed. His eyes were weary and full of torment and despair, he leaned against the wall and felt its cold strength seep into his bones. Taking a deep shaky breath he looked again at the bed, and the woman in it. In a flash he was away from the wall and kneeling by Eowyn's side. He gently took her limp hand into his own and leaned his head towards her face. "Arise fair lady." He whispered, "The time has come to join the world again. Arise"
Tears slipped slowly and steadily out of his eyes and fell with silent drops onto the pale white flesh of her hand. Faramir laid his head on the bed and wept. Raising his head he turned and saw Aragorn sleeping in the chair next to the bed. He sat back and watched Aragorn as he slept. After awhile Aragorn stretched and lifted up his arms to the sky. An enormous yawn escaped from his lips and he rubbed his hands over his bleary eyes. As he turned his head he felt a spasm of pain shoot up the side of his neck. Moaning softly he placed his hand over the area and rubbed. When he turned his head again he saw the clear grey eyes of Faramir looking at him. He smiled weakly and said, "How are you this morning Faramir? Is your strength returning?" Faramir nodded and stood up. "I feel much improved sire, I think that today I will be able to leave this room for good and return to the task at hand." Aragorn smiled at the sincerity in Faramir's voice. He nodded and stood up slowly, as he reached the door of the room he turned back and said, "I will tell the healers that you have awoken and are ready for some food." He left the room and slowly walked down the hall. He had barely gone four steps when a wave of weakness washed over him, he was forced to clutch the wall for balance and as he pressed his face into the cold hard stone he knew that he didn't have enough strength to continue the fight. A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye and he drew a long harsh breath. Faintly he heard a woman's voice, speaking not in the tongue of man but in the lilting beauty of the elvish language. He spun around looking for the bearer of that voice, but the halls were bare and empty. "Arwen" he gasped, "are you there my love? Can you hear me? Arwen! Please I need you!" he sank to the floor and laid his head onto his knees. As he sat there he heard her voice say, "Hush my love. I am coming. Do not fear you will not be alone for long. Do not cease to fight Aragorn. You are the strength of the people and they need you. You have strength in you yet my love and if you look around you will see that you have strength in your companions as well. Rest my love and when you wake renew the cause and continue the fight." As her voice disappeared so did the last vestige of his strength. Weakened he slid to the floor and gasped her name.
Aragorn awoke and could not recall where he was. He turned his head to the side and saw Faramir sitting beside the bed. He smiled weakly and murmured, "We seem to have switched places. I recall you being here not so long ago." Faramir chuckled and said "How are you sire? When I found you in the hall I feared the worst, you were so pale. But now you look much better, your color has improved. Rest sire and I will see about getting you something to eat." Aragorn smiled weakly and leaned his head back into the pillow. He sank into a deep slumber and did not hear Faramir slip out of the room.
After his rest Aragorn was revived. He felt as if he could do anything, his strength was only enforced by the support of his friends. The only thing that marred his cheerful mood was remembering Eowyn lying cold and pale in the throes of the black breath. Aragorn was determined to beat the curse, he vowed that Eowyn would awaken before another night passed. He entered her room silently and paused in the doorway. The sight before him was so poignant that he dared not disturb it. Faramir was sitting by the side of the bed and holding Eowyn's hand in his own. He had leaned forward and was whispering into her ear. As he whispered Aragorn noticed tears dripping off of his face and onto her cheek. He sighed and Faramir spun around. Aragorn stared solemnly at Faramir and said, "It is time for Eowyn to return to the world of the living. Will you help me heal her Faramir?" Faramir nodded and squeezed Eowyn's hand. Aragorn moved to the side of the bed and placed a bowl of athelas brew on a table next to him. He dipped a cloth into the brew and slowly drew the moist material over Eowyn's face and brow. He leaned down and said in a steady voice. "I Aragorn son of Arathorn King of Gondor call you to arise Eowyn daughter of Eomund. It is time for the white lady of Rohan to return to the world of the living and leave behind the world of dreams and sleep. Fight the curse Eowyn, do not let it pull you into oblivion. Arise and speak lady your king wills it so." Faramir grasped her hand and said, "Please Eowyn arise." He squeezed her hand and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Aragorn grasped her other hand and turned to Faramir, "Faramir, get Eomer. He should be here." Faramir nodded and reluctantly let go of Eowyn's hand. He turned and walked out of the room. Aragorn watched him go and then turned back to Eowyn. He knelt down and leaned over the bed. His lips hovered over her brow and he whispered, "Come back to me Eowyn." Then his lips touched her forehead in a light kiss. When he pulled back he saw Eowyn's clear eyes looking at him. For a moment he was lost in the blue depth of her gaze and without volition his hand moved forward and brushed the side of her cheek. He was unable to stop himself and his lips came down to meet hers in a kiss. Her hands reached up and tangled in his dark hair and her lips opened under his to return his kiss passion for passion, desire for desire.
Faramir was walking down the hall and as he reached the door he said, "Aragorn I couldn't find Eomer but I have another visitor for you. She says that she's your..." as he rounded the door jamb he saw Aragorn and Eowyn locked in a passionate embrace and a strangled cry left his throat. He turned and tried to block the beautiful woman with flowing black hair from entering the room but he was too late. He saw as hurt blossomed into her eyes and tears began to glisten in their jewel like depths. "Oh Aragorn" she gasped, "What have you done?" Aragorn was oblivious to his audience; he was trapped in the passion of the kiss, his tongue warred with Eowyn's and his hands moved into her hair. He broke the kiss and turned his head. As his passion glazed eyes began to clear he noticed Faramir and the woman in the doorway. The woman was crying silent tears and Faramir's eyes held a look filled with such pain that it ripped at Aragorn's heart. The woman looked at him with a look that ripped into his soul and then she turned and fled the room. "Eowyn wait!" he screamed. He tried to get to his feet but his hands were still entwined in Eowyn's hair. He pulled his hands free and stumbled away from the bed. He staggered to his feet and moved to the door. Faramir held up his hand and blocked Aragorn from leaving. "Her name is Arwen your highness, and I believe that you might have just lost her". With that Faramir turned and walked away leaving Aragorn standing in the doorway, looking after his fiancée and his friend and wondering if he had just lost his love and his friend in one reckless moment.
The pale grey light of dawn leaked through the closed windows. The sky was overcast and bleak and the sun was hidden behind dark, gloomy clouds. The wind howled and shrieked through the barren stony halls. Faramir stood in the shadows and silently watched the still figure lying on the bed. His eyes were weary and full of torment and despair, he leaned against the wall and felt its cold strength seep into his bones. Taking a deep shaky breath he looked again at the bed, and the woman in it. In a flash he was away from the wall and kneeling by Eowyn's side. He gently took her limp hand into his own and leaned his head towards her face. "Arise fair lady." He whispered, "The time has come to join the world again. Arise"
Tears slipped slowly and steadily out of his eyes and fell with silent drops onto the pale white flesh of her hand. Faramir laid his head on the bed and wept. Raising his head he turned and saw Aragorn sleeping in the chair next to the bed. He sat back and watched Aragorn as he slept. After awhile Aragorn stretched and lifted up his arms to the sky. An enormous yawn escaped from his lips and he rubbed his hands over his bleary eyes. As he turned his head he felt a spasm of pain shoot up the side of his neck. Moaning softly he placed his hand over the area and rubbed. When he turned his head again he saw the clear grey eyes of Faramir looking at him. He smiled weakly and said, "How are you this morning Faramir? Is your strength returning?" Faramir nodded and stood up. "I feel much improved sire, I think that today I will be able to leave this room for good and return to the task at hand." Aragorn smiled at the sincerity in Faramir's voice. He nodded and stood up slowly, as he reached the door of the room he turned back and said, "I will tell the healers that you have awoken and are ready for some food." He left the room and slowly walked down the hall. He had barely gone four steps when a wave of weakness washed over him, he was forced to clutch the wall for balance and as he pressed his face into the cold hard stone he knew that he didn't have enough strength to continue the fight. A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye and he drew a long harsh breath. Faintly he heard a woman's voice, speaking not in the tongue of man but in the lilting beauty of the elvish language. He spun around looking for the bearer of that voice, but the halls were bare and empty. "Arwen" he gasped, "are you there my love? Can you hear me? Arwen! Please I need you!" he sank to the floor and laid his head onto his knees. As he sat there he heard her voice say, "Hush my love. I am coming. Do not fear you will not be alone for long. Do not cease to fight Aragorn. You are the strength of the people and they need you. You have strength in you yet my love and if you look around you will see that you have strength in your companions as well. Rest my love and when you wake renew the cause and continue the fight." As her voice disappeared so did the last vestige of his strength. Weakened he slid to the floor and gasped her name.
Aragorn awoke and could not recall where he was. He turned his head to the side and saw Faramir sitting beside the bed. He smiled weakly and murmured, "We seem to have switched places. I recall you being here not so long ago." Faramir chuckled and said "How are you sire? When I found you in the hall I feared the worst, you were so pale. But now you look much better, your color has improved. Rest sire and I will see about getting you something to eat." Aragorn smiled weakly and leaned his head back into the pillow. He sank into a deep slumber and did not hear Faramir slip out of the room.
After his rest Aragorn was revived. He felt as if he could do anything, his strength was only enforced by the support of his friends. The only thing that marred his cheerful mood was remembering Eowyn lying cold and pale in the throes of the black breath. Aragorn was determined to beat the curse, he vowed that Eowyn would awaken before another night passed. He entered her room silently and paused in the doorway. The sight before him was so poignant that he dared not disturb it. Faramir was sitting by the side of the bed and holding Eowyn's hand in his own. He had leaned forward and was whispering into her ear. As he whispered Aragorn noticed tears dripping off of his face and onto her cheek. He sighed and Faramir spun around. Aragorn stared solemnly at Faramir and said, "It is time for Eowyn to return to the world of the living. Will you help me heal her Faramir?" Faramir nodded and squeezed Eowyn's hand. Aragorn moved to the side of the bed and placed a bowl of athelas brew on a table next to him. He dipped a cloth into the brew and slowly drew the moist material over Eowyn's face and brow. He leaned down and said in a steady voice. "I Aragorn son of Arathorn King of Gondor call you to arise Eowyn daughter of Eomund. It is time for the white lady of Rohan to return to the world of the living and leave behind the world of dreams and sleep. Fight the curse Eowyn, do not let it pull you into oblivion. Arise and speak lady your king wills it so." Faramir grasped her hand and said, "Please Eowyn arise." He squeezed her hand and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Aragorn grasped her other hand and turned to Faramir, "Faramir, get Eomer. He should be here." Faramir nodded and reluctantly let go of Eowyn's hand. He turned and walked out of the room. Aragorn watched him go and then turned back to Eowyn. He knelt down and leaned over the bed. His lips hovered over her brow and he whispered, "Come back to me Eowyn." Then his lips touched her forehead in a light kiss. When he pulled back he saw Eowyn's clear eyes looking at him. For a moment he was lost in the blue depth of her gaze and without volition his hand moved forward and brushed the side of her cheek. He was unable to stop himself and his lips came down to meet hers in a kiss. Her hands reached up and tangled in his dark hair and her lips opened under his to return his kiss passion for passion, desire for desire.
Faramir was walking down the hall and as he reached the door he said, "Aragorn I couldn't find Eomer but I have another visitor for you. She says that she's your..." as he rounded the door jamb he saw Aragorn and Eowyn locked in a passionate embrace and a strangled cry left his throat. He turned and tried to block the beautiful woman with flowing black hair from entering the room but he was too late. He saw as hurt blossomed into her eyes and tears began to glisten in their jewel like depths. "Oh Aragorn" she gasped, "What have you done?" Aragorn was oblivious to his audience; he was trapped in the passion of the kiss, his tongue warred with Eowyn's and his hands moved into her hair. He broke the kiss and turned his head. As his passion glazed eyes began to clear he noticed Faramir and the woman in the doorway. The woman was crying silent tears and Faramir's eyes held a look filled with such pain that it ripped at Aragorn's heart. The woman looked at him with a look that ripped into his soul and then she turned and fled the room. "Eowyn wait!" he screamed. He tried to get to his feet but his hands were still entwined in Eowyn's hair. He pulled his hands free and stumbled away from the bed. He staggered to his feet and moved to the door. Faramir held up his hand and blocked Aragorn from leaving. "Her name is Arwen your highness, and I believe that you might have just lost her". With that Faramir turned and walked away leaving Aragorn standing in the doorway, looking after his fiancée and his friend and wondering if he had just lost his love and his friend in one reckless moment.