*Took the Aragorn and Eowyn dialogue straight from The Return of the King.
Hopefully I got it mostly right, but if I have a few mistakes, please
forgive. I'm doing my best by memory.*
..HUGE thank you to my reviewers! You guys were so kind, and so supportive! Keep reviewing please..
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Eowyn came to consciousness again, feeling warm and contented. She was in the muscular arms of a man, though she could not remember, for the life of her, who it was. Her memories and her experiences seemed to have faded from her mind; all she had left was the feeling of pure ecstasy.
The man she was sleeping on shifted positions, his bare chest feeling warm against her cheek. He was obviously asleep as well. The rhythmic breathing of his body was most soothing to Eowyn's worried soul. She reached up with one hand and lazily played with a lock of blonde hair..
Suddenly, all her memories came rushing back and hit her full force. Eowyn jumped up from the man's arms, realizing she was in the arms of no man, but in the arms of an elf. She reached down and grabbed her dress, pulling it hastily over her naked body. Eowyn thanked the heavens that it was dark outside, and no other beings could see her in such a compromised position.
The elf that had been beneath her cracked open his eyes. Eowyn swore under her breath, for his eyes were indeed the tranquilizing blue of Legolas'. He appeared to be suffering from the same sleepy disorientation as she had, but soon comprehension dawned in his eyes. Legolas sat up immediately and pulled his tunic over his head.
"Sweet Elebreth, what have we done?" breathed Legolas, his face turning bright read.
Eowyn stood above him, fighting to maintain her pulsing emotions. "I think we have done what we both hope we have not." She realized that her words were making very little sense.
The Elven archer let out an exasperated sigh, and buried his head into his arms. "My Lady, I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen, I swear it. I do not know what came over me.."
"It was passion, you fool, the same thing that came over me!" Eowyn's patience had reached its end, and she snapped at Legolas without meaning to.
"Well in that case," Legolas said, the hurt evident in his cold tone, "I might as well be leaving. After all, this was just a romp in the fit of passion. Nothing worth dwelling on." He stood rather quickly, and stalked off, leaving Eowyn bewildered and hurting in his trail.
The Shield Maiden sank to her knees on the ground, head cradled in her hands. "In the name of the heavens, what have I done?"
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Legolas ran, he could not think. He was barely aware of the tears streaming down his face, or the pumping of his heart as he circled the camp. He had done the unthinkable, he had done the unforgivable. To bed another not of his race was a crime most hideous and frowned upon. He would be the shame of his father.
Legolas, not paying any attention to his actions, ran straight into Gimli, who was looking up at him with a most indignant expression on his face.
"So much for the great sense of elves, eh?" Gimli said, guffawing under his thick beard.
"I am not in the mood for any jests from you, Gimli," Legolas said spitefully, "I have not had the best evening, and would like to just rest by myself for awhile."
Gimli quirked one eyebrow. "Normally, laddie, I'd inquire after your situation. But we have a problem on our hands, and it must needs attending to."
The elf groaned, and looked down at Gimli. "This better be important."
"It is."
Several seconds passed by. Legolas looked at Gimli expectantly, waiting for him to say something. "Well, what is it?" he asked finally, quite exasperated.
"Aragorn is leaving to find an army. He plans to leave without telling us. We should go find him, and keep him out of trouble."
Legolas shook his head. "The man is as foolish a being as I've ever met, and that is including you, Master Gimli."
The dwarf grinned. "So I take it you are with me then, eh laddie?"
"I'll go get the horse."
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Eowyn walked through the camp, stopping to mutter a few words of encouragement to the worried soldiers, but only when they approached her first. Her mind was so entirely muddled, she had no idea what she could possibly do. Only one thought was clear to her. She must find Aragorn.
The Heir of Gondor was in her position, he had given his heart to one of the Elven race as well. He would know what to do, and he would be able to give her advice. But Aragorn was nowhere to be found at the moment.
She raced through the lines and lines of tents, down the mountain until she reached a small tree. She saw a lone figure saddling up his horse, and preparing to mount. Eowyn knew this was Aragorn by the way he moved, with the graceful and modest assuredness.
"Lord Aragorn," she called out, hoping that he would listen to her.
Aragorn looked up and saw her, and then sighed deeply. "What are you doing here, Eowyn?"
The sight of him, in all his manly gloriousness, brought a flood of emotions tumbling back over her. Some part of her heart still belonged to Aragorn, though she had given herself to his Elvish friend. Eowyn opened her mouth the answer him. "You mean you do not know?"
All of Aragorn's movements ceased, and he looked at her with pain in her eyes. "Eowyn," he sighed, moving past her to retrieve his sword and personal effects. One hand reached up to finger the necklace he wore around his neck, and he opened his mouth to speak again.
Eowyn already knew what he had to say, and she tuned it all out. Her heart broke to see him mounting his horse and preparing to leave, and she knew that she must have issued out a plea for him to stay. But her heart was torn in so many different directions that she did not know what she was thinking or saying. Aragorn pointed his horse towards the mountain and left quite soon after that, before Eowyn could even begin to tell him about the night's events.
Finally, the true realization of the position she was in hit Eowyn. She had just watched the man she thought she loved ride out of sight, and possibly out of her life. Another man, who she had given her body and her soul to, had disappeared because of the words she had used. As Eowyn crumpled to the ground and began to cry, she was surprised to find that she was grieving for having hurt Legolas, not for Aragorn having hurt her.
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Legolas pulled the white horse towards Aragorn and Gimli. His Ranger friend looked quite disgruntled at Gimli's obvious insistence that they join Aragorn on his quest. But Legolas knew Aragorn would allow them to come. Underneath it all, he enjoyed their company more than he would admit.
He was quite right in his assumptions. In a matter of minutes, Legolas had mounted his horse, and Gimli was sitting behind them. Aragorn had scowled at the prospect of both of them joining him, but in the end had given in fairly easily.
They rode together towards the pathway into the mountain, ignoring the scared pleas of those behind them. Legolas tried to think about his upcoming mission, and push thoughts of Eowyn out of his head. But in truth, she was all that captivated his mind these days.
"Where were you tonight, nin mellon?" Aragorn was asking him. "Lord Elrond came, and he wished to speak with you. But neither I, Gimli, or Theoden could find you."
Legolas looked up. "I was nowhere. It does not matter." Even to his own ears, his words sounded cruel and unnecessarily harsh.
But Aragorn seemed to understand. He gave Legolas a sympathetic smile, and continued to ride on with his horse. Gimli sensed the unease as well, and wisely kept his mouth shut. The two knew that they had to give Legolas some time to recover his thoughts and feelings.
As Legolas rode along however, the pain only grew more intense. His chest was aching, and he felt as if his heart would explode. 'So,' thought Legolas, 'This is what it feels like to be dying of a broken heart.'
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It's really short, I know, and I apologize. But the idea was in my head, and I needed to get it out.
I might be taking a temporary hiatus from this story to start something new. I have a couple ideas for a Star Wars story, and for a Harry Potter story, in my head. If you are into any of those things, please check for stories soon.
I'm considering submitting my other story, Never Look Back, to the Library of Moria, but I need some more feedback before I do. Please go to my author page and read it. Please leave a review as well, because I really want to know if I'm any good at the angsty writing.
Love and peace, everyone!
~Moonlit Tears
..HUGE thank you to my reviewers! You guys were so kind, and so supportive! Keep reviewing please..
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Eowyn came to consciousness again, feeling warm and contented. She was in the muscular arms of a man, though she could not remember, for the life of her, who it was. Her memories and her experiences seemed to have faded from her mind; all she had left was the feeling of pure ecstasy.
The man she was sleeping on shifted positions, his bare chest feeling warm against her cheek. He was obviously asleep as well. The rhythmic breathing of his body was most soothing to Eowyn's worried soul. She reached up with one hand and lazily played with a lock of blonde hair..
Suddenly, all her memories came rushing back and hit her full force. Eowyn jumped up from the man's arms, realizing she was in the arms of no man, but in the arms of an elf. She reached down and grabbed her dress, pulling it hastily over her naked body. Eowyn thanked the heavens that it was dark outside, and no other beings could see her in such a compromised position.
The elf that had been beneath her cracked open his eyes. Eowyn swore under her breath, for his eyes were indeed the tranquilizing blue of Legolas'. He appeared to be suffering from the same sleepy disorientation as she had, but soon comprehension dawned in his eyes. Legolas sat up immediately and pulled his tunic over his head.
"Sweet Elebreth, what have we done?" breathed Legolas, his face turning bright read.
Eowyn stood above him, fighting to maintain her pulsing emotions. "I think we have done what we both hope we have not." She realized that her words were making very little sense.
The Elven archer let out an exasperated sigh, and buried his head into his arms. "My Lady, I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen, I swear it. I do not know what came over me.."
"It was passion, you fool, the same thing that came over me!" Eowyn's patience had reached its end, and she snapped at Legolas without meaning to.
"Well in that case," Legolas said, the hurt evident in his cold tone, "I might as well be leaving. After all, this was just a romp in the fit of passion. Nothing worth dwelling on." He stood rather quickly, and stalked off, leaving Eowyn bewildered and hurting in his trail.
The Shield Maiden sank to her knees on the ground, head cradled in her hands. "In the name of the heavens, what have I done?"
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Legolas ran, he could not think. He was barely aware of the tears streaming down his face, or the pumping of his heart as he circled the camp. He had done the unthinkable, he had done the unforgivable. To bed another not of his race was a crime most hideous and frowned upon. He would be the shame of his father.
Legolas, not paying any attention to his actions, ran straight into Gimli, who was looking up at him with a most indignant expression on his face.
"So much for the great sense of elves, eh?" Gimli said, guffawing under his thick beard.
"I am not in the mood for any jests from you, Gimli," Legolas said spitefully, "I have not had the best evening, and would like to just rest by myself for awhile."
Gimli quirked one eyebrow. "Normally, laddie, I'd inquire after your situation. But we have a problem on our hands, and it must needs attending to."
The elf groaned, and looked down at Gimli. "This better be important."
"It is."
Several seconds passed by. Legolas looked at Gimli expectantly, waiting for him to say something. "Well, what is it?" he asked finally, quite exasperated.
"Aragorn is leaving to find an army. He plans to leave without telling us. We should go find him, and keep him out of trouble."
Legolas shook his head. "The man is as foolish a being as I've ever met, and that is including you, Master Gimli."
The dwarf grinned. "So I take it you are with me then, eh laddie?"
"I'll go get the horse."
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Eowyn walked through the camp, stopping to mutter a few words of encouragement to the worried soldiers, but only when they approached her first. Her mind was so entirely muddled, she had no idea what she could possibly do. Only one thought was clear to her. She must find Aragorn.
The Heir of Gondor was in her position, he had given his heart to one of the Elven race as well. He would know what to do, and he would be able to give her advice. But Aragorn was nowhere to be found at the moment.
She raced through the lines and lines of tents, down the mountain until she reached a small tree. She saw a lone figure saddling up his horse, and preparing to mount. Eowyn knew this was Aragorn by the way he moved, with the graceful and modest assuredness.
"Lord Aragorn," she called out, hoping that he would listen to her.
Aragorn looked up and saw her, and then sighed deeply. "What are you doing here, Eowyn?"
The sight of him, in all his manly gloriousness, brought a flood of emotions tumbling back over her. Some part of her heart still belonged to Aragorn, though she had given herself to his Elvish friend. Eowyn opened her mouth the answer him. "You mean you do not know?"
All of Aragorn's movements ceased, and he looked at her with pain in her eyes. "Eowyn," he sighed, moving past her to retrieve his sword and personal effects. One hand reached up to finger the necklace he wore around his neck, and he opened his mouth to speak again.
Eowyn already knew what he had to say, and she tuned it all out. Her heart broke to see him mounting his horse and preparing to leave, and she knew that she must have issued out a plea for him to stay. But her heart was torn in so many different directions that she did not know what she was thinking or saying. Aragorn pointed his horse towards the mountain and left quite soon after that, before Eowyn could even begin to tell him about the night's events.
Finally, the true realization of the position she was in hit Eowyn. She had just watched the man she thought she loved ride out of sight, and possibly out of her life. Another man, who she had given her body and her soul to, had disappeared because of the words she had used. As Eowyn crumpled to the ground and began to cry, she was surprised to find that she was grieving for having hurt Legolas, not for Aragorn having hurt her.
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Legolas pulled the white horse towards Aragorn and Gimli. His Ranger friend looked quite disgruntled at Gimli's obvious insistence that they join Aragorn on his quest. But Legolas knew Aragorn would allow them to come. Underneath it all, he enjoyed their company more than he would admit.
He was quite right in his assumptions. In a matter of minutes, Legolas had mounted his horse, and Gimli was sitting behind them. Aragorn had scowled at the prospect of both of them joining him, but in the end had given in fairly easily.
They rode together towards the pathway into the mountain, ignoring the scared pleas of those behind them. Legolas tried to think about his upcoming mission, and push thoughts of Eowyn out of his head. But in truth, she was all that captivated his mind these days.
"Where were you tonight, nin mellon?" Aragorn was asking him. "Lord Elrond came, and he wished to speak with you. But neither I, Gimli, or Theoden could find you."
Legolas looked up. "I was nowhere. It does not matter." Even to his own ears, his words sounded cruel and unnecessarily harsh.
But Aragorn seemed to understand. He gave Legolas a sympathetic smile, and continued to ride on with his horse. Gimli sensed the unease as well, and wisely kept his mouth shut. The two knew that they had to give Legolas some time to recover his thoughts and feelings.
As Legolas rode along however, the pain only grew more intense. His chest was aching, and he felt as if his heart would explode. 'So,' thought Legolas, 'This is what it feels like to be dying of a broken heart.'
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It's really short, I know, and I apologize. But the idea was in my head, and I needed to get it out.
I might be taking a temporary hiatus from this story to start something new. I have a couple ideas for a Star Wars story, and for a Harry Potter story, in my head. If you are into any of those things, please check for stories soon.
I'm considering submitting my other story, Never Look Back, to the Library of Moria, but I need some more feedback before I do. Please go to my author page and read it. Please leave a review as well, because I really want to know if I'm any good at the angsty writing.
Love and peace, everyone!
~Moonlit Tears