Lost Without You

By Adri

Category Romance/Angst/Alternate Universe

Pairing Faramir/Eowyn

Summary When Eowyn is captured by Sauron, only the One Ring can save her. So was there another motive for Faramir holding Frodo at Osgiliath?

Disclaimer Please refer to previous chapters, standard disclaimer applies

Notes/Questions I felt so ambitious (and guilty for the huge delays ^^; ) I wrote Chapter 5 and 6 too! So…please enjoy!

Chapter 5

*In Minas Morgul*

Frodo awoke with a jolt suddenly alert, looking around for Shelob…and Gollum. Guilt and anger welled up inside Frodo. "Oh Sam I'm so sorry…you tried to warn me and I refused to see. And now look at me." Tears began to fall freely from his eyes.

Suddenly he heard a faint moan…and it was female. "That's no Orc…" He rolled over and saw a beautiful maiden, bloody and dirty, and crying in her sleep. "Faramir…" She muttered faintly.

And it dawned on him. "This must be who Faramir was searching for!" Frodo saw almost instantly why Faramir was so in love with her. There was something very strong about her like steel, but also something very delicate about her, like a morning of pale spring that was not yet come to womanhood. Her beauty was also extraordinary, and if it weren't for the fact Frodo knew that she was human, he would have thought her an elf.

Rising, he shook her lightly. "Eowyn wake up…"

But she made no movement. The poison's hold on her was too strong. But it seemed to Frodo as if she was trying to wake up and call out, but she couldn't. Frodo's heart went out to her. "Please wake up…"

Suddenly, he heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. Fearing it might be Orcs, he instinctively reached for the ring around his neck- or would have it would have been there. "The ring is gone!!"

Panic, guilt, fear, shame…Frodo felt them all. He'd failed and the world was going to fall. And Frodo could do nothing but bury his head in shame.

"Mr. Frodo!!"

Frodo looked up. It was Sam. "Sam!! Oh Sam I'm sorry…"

Sam shook his head. "It's alright Mr. Frodo."

"But it isn't Sam…they've taken the ring! It's over!"

Sam smiled. "I beg your pardon sir but they haven't." Sam reached into his pocket and took out the ring and reluctantly handing it to Frodo, feeling weary of what it was doing to his Master.

Sam's smile quickly faded as he laid his eyes on Eowyn. "Who's that?"

"That's Eowyn, Sam. That's who Faramir was searching for. Where is he? We need to tell him we've found her!"

Sam's face was quickly covered with sadness. "I fear he's dead sir. His father sent him out on an impossible errand. An errand not even the son of the Steward could survive." Sam said quietly.

Guilt once again crept up on Frodo. "I should never have sent him away."

"It's not your fault Mr. Frodo."

"But it is…if I had only listened to you…now I've hurt the bond between us, and ruined others lives." He buried his head in shame. "I'm so sorry…"

"You couldn't hurt me Mr. Frodo. I know it was that Gollum. And Faramir…well he knew it too. He's a smart one…and a courageous one." He looked sadly toward Eowyn. "Poor girl…I'd hate to be there when she wakes up and finds out she's alone."

Frodo still looked slightly guilty. "At least…at least we can make it up to him by saving Eowyn. Let's get her out of here Sam. We owe that much to him. And then…we can finish our task."

"Aye." The hobbits struggled to pick her up being that she was twice their size as they struggled to escape the darkness of Minas Morgul.

*On the plains of Mordor*

Sam and Frodo laid Eowyn gently down, panting. "Why…do humans have…to be…bigger than us? Do they just eat all day?" Sam breathed.

Frodo smiled slightly at Sam's attempt at humor. "It's just the way of things I guess."

Sam climbed up onto a rock to try and get a look around, and he didn't like what he saw. It was a host of Orcs coming their way and-

"Mr. Frodo get down!!"

Frodo turned rapidly to see that the Great Eye had spotted them. Mustering as much strength as he could he tried to carry Eowyn to safety. But to no avail. Frodo began to panic as the Orcs came closer. He couldn't run- having to carry Eowyn would slow him and he'd never hide in time. His elvish cloak had been taken by the Orcs. He had no choice.

Frodo's mind was racing. The only way to hide from the Orcs was to put the ring on. It wouldn't hide him from the Eye, but the Orcs couldn't find him. But the ring would hide only one person. He would have to put the ring on Eowyn.

Frodo tensed. "NO! The ring is mine!" He thought angrily. "And besides, she's a human she'll probably just try to take it for herself!"

"Faramir…" Eowyn moaned in her sleep.

Hearing the desperate maiden's voice, Frodo softened. She was poisoned, sad, and alone and on the verge of dying. She didn't deserve this fate. And besides, she couldn't take the ring even if she wanted. Whispering a silent prayer in hopes that she could be spared from being addicted to the ring, he took the ring from his neck and put it on her finger.

Just in time enough for Frodo to run for safety.

"Please be alright Eowyn…"