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 really love this chapter, it is by far my favorite. It's
the climax so to speak. It starts like Chapter 4 but it isn't the same.
Also the timing is way off here, so please forgive me for that. Also, I put
the scene with Eowyn in the Houses of Healing right before the Battle of
the Pelennor, so Faramir isn't in there yet and no one knows that he's
still alive yet. The Faramir/Eowyn Houses of Healing scene is coming, trust
me ;) And Faramir's not dead, so put away the torches and pitchforks!
Enjoy!
Chapter 6 *In Eowyn's dream*
She and Faramir were running across the barren plains of Mordor, trying desperately to escape the gaze of Sauron's eye and the grip of every Orc in Mordor. There was nowhere to hide or run and the thunder and lightning gave them away.
In too much pain to run anymore, Eowyn screamed and fell. Faramir knelt by her side trying to help her up. But Eowyn's body wouldn't let her. "I can't...Faramir...my body is broken...it won't move."
Tears fell from Faramir's eyes. "Please you must...I won't leave you."
Eowyn smiled sadly. "If only I could. I'm so sorry..."
The lovers quickly turned their heads toward the rapidly approaching Orcs. Alarm flooded Eowyn's voice. "Please...go...I'm not afraid to die. You can still make it."
Faramir tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. He looked down at Eowyn, bewildered by her beauty even though she was bloody and dirty. The light was fading from her eyes and her face was moist with tears. Faramir began to cry even harder as he thought of the future they would never share. Their wedding day...the sound of their children running through the halls laughing...the many kisses and embraces they would miss. Looking down at his beloved once more, a new resolve flooded through him. "It won't end like this. Our future may almost be gone, but it is not lost."
With a mighty effort he stood up and carried Eowyn in his arms while running. Eowyn was too weak to protest, and cried at the thought that Faramir loved her and wouldn't leave her. No one had ever been so willing to die for her. But as she looked behind them at the endless ocean of Orcs she knew they wouldn't make it. "Faramir...it is no use..."
But as she looked up she saw what Faramir was heading for- a path that would lead them out of Mordor and out of the sight of the Orcs. But the Orcs were so close they could kill them at any moment. They were so close...Eowyn closed her eyes tightly as she was prepared to be shot...
But she wasn't. When at last she opened her eyes again, she saw sunlight through the green forest treetops and heard the sounds of birds singing, as she lay among grass and flowers.
And the face of her beloved was smiling down at her.
"Faramir..." she whispered. He continued smiling at her and leaned down to kiss her softly. They parted and Faramir lay down beside her. "No more despair...." Faramir said softly. She closed her eyes and let the sunlight and Faramir's warmth comfort her as she slept.
*Sometime later, a distant voice speaks* "Eowyn!!"
Eowyn opened her eyes to find Faramir no longer next to her. Slightly worried she rose and called out. "Faramir?!"
When she got no response she began walking in the direction in which she had heard the voice, continuing to call out Faramir's name. And then she saw him.
Smiling softly she walked up to him as he smiled back, taking her in his arms.
"Eowyn...we're not out yet."
She looked at him confused as he released her from his embrace. "What're you talking about?"
"We still have to go home right? To Minas Tirith? So we can live happily?" Faramir said turning and offering Eowyn his hand.
Nodding and grinning, she accepted Faramir's hand gladly.
At last they made it to the clearing, looking upon a familiar sight. The bright silver and white walls of Minas Tirith, glittering in the golden evening sunset.
"We did it...." She turned to Faramir. "You saved me...I...I can't even begin to tell you what this means to me. I...I love you so much."
But her words were never heard. Faramir wasn't there.
*From within Minas Tirith*
"Eowyn!! Eowyn...please wake up!!"
*end Eowyn's dream*
Eowyn wearily opened her eyes to the sight of Aragorn and Eomer looking down upon her. "How...how long have I been dreaming?"
Eomer looked relieved. "Not long my sister. But think no more of it."
Tears welled up in Eowyn's eyes. "Where's Faramir?"
Eomer and Aragorn looked at each other. But it was Aragorn who spoke first. "He was sent to take back the fort at Osgiliath against impossible odds. We haven't heard anything for quite some time. It...." Aragorn found himself choking on his words, not enjoying having to hurt Eowyn. "...It's very unlikely he survived. I'm...sorry." He spoke softly.
Eowyn paled and found herself struggling for air. "It's...not true...Faramir he...saved me. He rescued me. And he led me through the forest back here." But even as she spoke the words, something deep within her knew Aragorn spoke the truth.
Eomer put a hand on his sister's shoulder and spoke softly. "It was only a dream." Aragorn spoke next. "Frodo and Sam brought you back here some time ago."
She couldn't speak. Tears she wanted so desperately to cry were threatening to spill and never stop. But her pride prevented her from crying in front of her brother and Aragorn, so she sat there silently, trying to breathe.
Aragorn and Eomer shared another glance that said, "Let her be." Both men stood and moved for the door, Eomer hugging his sister before he did, as Aragorn regarded her silently, but with sympathy.
Suddenly, a messenger burst into the room. "My lords, please forgive me, but you're needed. Mordor is beginning its assault soon, you must prepare for battle!"
Aragorn nodded. "Thank you. Eomer, come. Stay here Eowyn. You'll be safe. And please...do not rise unless absolutely necessary. You are still sick and not necessarily free from death's grip yet."
Eowyn didn't acknowledge him, she simply stared miserably at the wall. Aragorn reluctantly left, not sure she heard him. In fact he wasn't so sure it would matter. Eowyn would want to battle, but hopefully she heeded his words and stayed.
When Eowyn was at last alone, she began to cry. "How did things go so wrong?! It wasn't supposed to be this way...and now...I have nothing left to live for. I could always find someone else...but there could never be anyone like Faramir. There would always be some part of me missing...and I couldn't live that way. I would always be longing, and I would never be completely there." And hers was a spirit that could not be tamed save by one Man...
Wiping the tears from her face, she rose and decided there was only one thing to do. She would battle and die valiantly.
Changing out of her white bed gown, she donned a dark colored dress in hopes that she wouldn't be noticed sneaking out of the healing house.
Eowyn felt an intense longing for her uncle's embrace...she needed someone to comfort her, someone familiar. It wasn't that she didn't love Eomer or want her brother around...but there was something special about her connection to Theoden. And besides, he too had lost the one he'd loved so deeply. He would understand. Eomer would not. Eomer had never known what it was like to love as lovers did.
Wandering aimlessly around the city, she drew gazes of pity from the people around her. She barely noticed them, and didn't much care since pity was mostly what she always got. Some time later, she found herself walking along the lonely wall of Minas Tirith. The sun was setting, and it was a bright gold, and the warm breeze was caught within her garments and hair. It was almost perfect...except Faramir wasn't here to share it with her.
Her thoughts wandered to her dream. What was its purpose? She knew she'd been lucky. No one had ever survived a Nazgul's poison and she wasn't even sure why she did. It thrived on despair...and seeing that she had so much, how could she have survived? And finally it dawned on her. In her dream, Faramir had rescued her from the tower and they had been cornered by Orcs. Eowyn remembered the overwhelming love she'd felt when he told her he wouldn't abandon her and that he would save her. He had led her through the forest and to safety- and out of the grip of the poison. The love she felt for Faramir must have kept the poison at bay. In an indirect way, Faramir had saved her life.
Wanting to cry again, she sank down against the wall and buried her face in the starry mantle Faramir had given her and began to cry even as the stars began to appear.
"I don't want to live anymore..."
Chapter 6 *In Eowyn's dream*
She and Faramir were running across the barren plains of Mordor, trying desperately to escape the gaze of Sauron's eye and the grip of every Orc in Mordor. There was nowhere to hide or run and the thunder and lightning gave them away.
In too much pain to run anymore, Eowyn screamed and fell. Faramir knelt by her side trying to help her up. But Eowyn's body wouldn't let her. "I can't...Faramir...my body is broken...it won't move."
Tears fell from Faramir's eyes. "Please you must...I won't leave you."
Eowyn smiled sadly. "If only I could. I'm so sorry..."
The lovers quickly turned their heads toward the rapidly approaching Orcs. Alarm flooded Eowyn's voice. "Please...go...I'm not afraid to die. You can still make it."
Faramir tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. He looked down at Eowyn, bewildered by her beauty even though she was bloody and dirty. The light was fading from her eyes and her face was moist with tears. Faramir began to cry even harder as he thought of the future they would never share. Their wedding day...the sound of their children running through the halls laughing...the many kisses and embraces they would miss. Looking down at his beloved once more, a new resolve flooded through him. "It won't end like this. Our future may almost be gone, but it is not lost."
With a mighty effort he stood up and carried Eowyn in his arms while running. Eowyn was too weak to protest, and cried at the thought that Faramir loved her and wouldn't leave her. No one had ever been so willing to die for her. But as she looked behind them at the endless ocean of Orcs she knew they wouldn't make it. "Faramir...it is no use..."
But as she looked up she saw what Faramir was heading for- a path that would lead them out of Mordor and out of the sight of the Orcs. But the Orcs were so close they could kill them at any moment. They were so close...Eowyn closed her eyes tightly as she was prepared to be shot...
But she wasn't. When at last she opened her eyes again, she saw sunlight through the green forest treetops and heard the sounds of birds singing, as she lay among grass and flowers.
And the face of her beloved was smiling down at her.
"Faramir..." she whispered. He continued smiling at her and leaned down to kiss her softly. They parted and Faramir lay down beside her. "No more despair...." Faramir said softly. She closed her eyes and let the sunlight and Faramir's warmth comfort her as she slept.
*Sometime later, a distant voice speaks* "Eowyn!!"
Eowyn opened her eyes to find Faramir no longer next to her. Slightly worried she rose and called out. "Faramir?!"
When she got no response she began walking in the direction in which she had heard the voice, continuing to call out Faramir's name. And then she saw him.
Smiling softly she walked up to him as he smiled back, taking her in his arms.
"Eowyn...we're not out yet."
She looked at him confused as he released her from his embrace. "What're you talking about?"
"We still have to go home right? To Minas Tirith? So we can live happily?" Faramir said turning and offering Eowyn his hand.
Nodding and grinning, she accepted Faramir's hand gladly.
At last they made it to the clearing, looking upon a familiar sight. The bright silver and white walls of Minas Tirith, glittering in the golden evening sunset.
"We did it...." She turned to Faramir. "You saved me...I...I can't even begin to tell you what this means to me. I...I love you so much."
But her words were never heard. Faramir wasn't there.
*From within Minas Tirith*
"Eowyn!! Eowyn...please wake up!!"
*end Eowyn's dream*
Eowyn wearily opened her eyes to the sight of Aragorn and Eomer looking down upon her. "How...how long have I been dreaming?"
Eomer looked relieved. "Not long my sister. But think no more of it."
Tears welled up in Eowyn's eyes. "Where's Faramir?"
Eomer and Aragorn looked at each other. But it was Aragorn who spoke first. "He was sent to take back the fort at Osgiliath against impossible odds. We haven't heard anything for quite some time. It...." Aragorn found himself choking on his words, not enjoying having to hurt Eowyn. "...It's very unlikely he survived. I'm...sorry." He spoke softly.
Eowyn paled and found herself struggling for air. "It's...not true...Faramir he...saved me. He rescued me. And he led me through the forest back here." But even as she spoke the words, something deep within her knew Aragorn spoke the truth.
Eomer put a hand on his sister's shoulder and spoke softly. "It was only a dream." Aragorn spoke next. "Frodo and Sam brought you back here some time ago."
She couldn't speak. Tears she wanted so desperately to cry were threatening to spill and never stop. But her pride prevented her from crying in front of her brother and Aragorn, so she sat there silently, trying to breathe.
Aragorn and Eomer shared another glance that said, "Let her be." Both men stood and moved for the door, Eomer hugging his sister before he did, as Aragorn regarded her silently, but with sympathy.
Suddenly, a messenger burst into the room. "My lords, please forgive me, but you're needed. Mordor is beginning its assault soon, you must prepare for battle!"
Aragorn nodded. "Thank you. Eomer, come. Stay here Eowyn. You'll be safe. And please...do not rise unless absolutely necessary. You are still sick and not necessarily free from death's grip yet."
Eowyn didn't acknowledge him, she simply stared miserably at the wall. Aragorn reluctantly left, not sure she heard him. In fact he wasn't so sure it would matter. Eowyn would want to battle, but hopefully she heeded his words and stayed.
When Eowyn was at last alone, she began to cry. "How did things go so wrong?! It wasn't supposed to be this way...and now...I have nothing left to live for. I could always find someone else...but there could never be anyone like Faramir. There would always be some part of me missing...and I couldn't live that way. I would always be longing, and I would never be completely there." And hers was a spirit that could not be tamed save by one Man...
Wiping the tears from her face, she rose and decided there was only one thing to do. She would battle and die valiantly.
Changing out of her white bed gown, she donned a dark colored dress in hopes that she wouldn't be noticed sneaking out of the healing house.
Eowyn felt an intense longing for her uncle's embrace...she needed someone to comfort her, someone familiar. It wasn't that she didn't love Eomer or want her brother around...but there was something special about her connection to Theoden. And besides, he too had lost the one he'd loved so deeply. He would understand. Eomer would not. Eomer had never known what it was like to love as lovers did.
Wandering aimlessly around the city, she drew gazes of pity from the people around her. She barely noticed them, and didn't much care since pity was mostly what she always got. Some time later, she found herself walking along the lonely wall of Minas Tirith. The sun was setting, and it was a bright gold, and the warm breeze was caught within her garments and hair. It was almost perfect...except Faramir wasn't here to share it with her.
Her thoughts wandered to her dream. What was its purpose? She knew she'd been lucky. No one had ever survived a Nazgul's poison and she wasn't even sure why she did. It thrived on despair...and seeing that she had so much, how could she have survived? And finally it dawned on her. In her dream, Faramir had rescued her from the tower and they had been cornered by Orcs. Eowyn remembered the overwhelming love she'd felt when he told her he wouldn't abandon her and that he would save her. He had led her through the forest and to safety- and out of the grip of the poison. The love she felt for Faramir must have kept the poison at bay. In an indirect way, Faramir had saved her life.
Wanting to cry again, she sank down against the wall and buried her face in the starry mantle Faramir had given her and began to cry even as the stars began to appear.
"I don't want to live anymore..."