A/N: Here is where it gets darker... Sorry for lack of updates, I have been
having serious problems in my life. But, writing is my form of escapism, so
I try as often as possible.
Third Month, 23rd day
I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir.
I am in love with Lord Aragorn. I am in love with Lord Aragorn. I am in love with Lord Aragorn.
There, perhaps that will help sort out my feelings. Speaking of the Lord Aragorn, he has sent tidings to the city.
My dear brother, Eomer, and Pippin have survived the battle. So did Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, Mithrandir, Elladan and Elrohir, Legolas and Gimli. Though, there are many that did not. Our losses were great. It seems though, that there were more than just two Halflings wandering this Middle Earth, far away from their native Shire. Two others, Frodo and Sam. They took a daring journey to Mordor itself to destroy for once and all the great ring of power. It is said they went through much peril and evil to do this. The Lord Aragorn himself bows to them. They shall join us as soon as the wounded have healed enough to travel, that will most likely be in about a month.
My brother though, has sent no word. This is upsetting to me, perhaps he is wounded? Perhaps he is near death? Will they not let me go to him? He is my last relative in this world; they would not be so cruel!
I asked Faramir if he has heard anything I have not. He heard a little more, but none of it concerned my brother. I have stayed in my room since the tidings came.
Third Month, 24th day
Will everyone leave me? Why must this happen? Merry has left to join his friends and Lord Aragorn on the fields of Cormallorn. More distressing, Lord Faramir is healed enough to take up his duties as Steward of the City, and he left early this morning. He has gone to the seventh and highest circle. That is but one ring above the houses, but it might as well be Edoras, for I am forbidden to leave the sixth circle in which these houses lie. He told me early this morning that he must go. I begged him not to leave me here in these desolate houses. His response was,
"There are many things yet that you can do. You can be of service to the healers for those who are still sick. You know I would take you with me to the White Tower, but the Healer does not see fit yet. Nor do I think such a place is ready for so noble a woman as yourself."
"PLEASE, I beg of you, let me go with you! There is nothing to do here, no matter what your lordship may think. PLEASE! Let me come with you!" I once more fell to my knees in supplication.
He knelt down to lift me up again, "Never, are you to kneel before me Princess, I shall not permit it. I wish also that you could accompany me, but you are not healed yet. I shall come to visit you, but I will not come often there is much for the Steward of Gondor to do in these days before the King arrives."
"I beg of you!" I wept, trying to cling to him as he made a move to leave.
"It breaks my heart Lady Éowyn, to see you thus, and even more so because I can do nothing to stop it, but you must believe there is faith in the new day. You must believe that the Valar holds good things in store for you, you must believe that your life is worth living. You must believe Éowyn, you must!" He embraced me, "Be strong for your country and your brother who will need you. Be the Princess I know you are."
With that he bowed quickly and left, and I was weeping at his departure, he turned towards me once more before his horse carried him off to the Tower of Ecthelion. He pointed to the sky, and I looked up to see that there was a star shining, during the day. It was Earendil, the Elvish star of hope. Then, when I looked again, he was gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone. I am alone once more. How can Faramir expect me to have faith when there is none to be had?
Third Month, 25th day
I woke up this morning with a terrible ache in my arm, my sword-arm that is. It has gone away somewhat, but it is still numb. I have told no one. I might have told Faramir were he here, but he is not. And these healers are poor substitutes. Making you drink fouls potions, insisting you rest half the day, and they took away my sword before I came here, so there is nothing to amuse myself with.
Except sewing, and that is not something I am good at. Mainly because I do not have the patience required. It is also probably the fact that I stab myself with the needle nearly every time I attempted it. As for cooking, mine is enough to make a healthy man so ill he must come to one of these houses.
I used to spend my time talking to Faramir, or Merry. But both are gone now, and no one of interest remains.
My ache is getting worse, I must stop.
A/N: Probably some spelling errors! Sorry!
Tolkien does not really go into how Eowyn felt when Faramir left, my guess is she was very depressed and I have tried to portray that. Also, you must realize it is by this point Faramir definitely knows he is in love with her, but is unsure of her feelings. Thus, he is also very depressed, despite what he may say about hope. It is a false show, to make everything look like it's alright when it's not. He would have learned this under his father's reign, because he would have had to be very good at hiding his emotions. So, this two are completely miserable for the same reason that neither will admit. Idiots. A lot like Harm and Mac I suppose.. (Sorry, that's from JAG for those of you out there who aren't JAG fans.) Anyway, hpe you liked it..
Third Month, 23rd day
I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir. I do not love Faramir.
I am in love with Lord Aragorn. I am in love with Lord Aragorn. I am in love with Lord Aragorn.
There, perhaps that will help sort out my feelings. Speaking of the Lord Aragorn, he has sent tidings to the city.
My dear brother, Eomer, and Pippin have survived the battle. So did Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, Mithrandir, Elladan and Elrohir, Legolas and Gimli. Though, there are many that did not. Our losses were great. It seems though, that there were more than just two Halflings wandering this Middle Earth, far away from their native Shire. Two others, Frodo and Sam. They took a daring journey to Mordor itself to destroy for once and all the great ring of power. It is said they went through much peril and evil to do this. The Lord Aragorn himself bows to them. They shall join us as soon as the wounded have healed enough to travel, that will most likely be in about a month.
My brother though, has sent no word. This is upsetting to me, perhaps he is wounded? Perhaps he is near death? Will they not let me go to him? He is my last relative in this world; they would not be so cruel!
I asked Faramir if he has heard anything I have not. He heard a little more, but none of it concerned my brother. I have stayed in my room since the tidings came.
Third Month, 24th day
Will everyone leave me? Why must this happen? Merry has left to join his friends and Lord Aragorn on the fields of Cormallorn. More distressing, Lord Faramir is healed enough to take up his duties as Steward of the City, and he left early this morning. He has gone to the seventh and highest circle. That is but one ring above the houses, but it might as well be Edoras, for I am forbidden to leave the sixth circle in which these houses lie. He told me early this morning that he must go. I begged him not to leave me here in these desolate houses. His response was,
"There are many things yet that you can do. You can be of service to the healers for those who are still sick. You know I would take you with me to the White Tower, but the Healer does not see fit yet. Nor do I think such a place is ready for so noble a woman as yourself."
"PLEASE, I beg of you, let me go with you! There is nothing to do here, no matter what your lordship may think. PLEASE! Let me come with you!" I once more fell to my knees in supplication.
He knelt down to lift me up again, "Never, are you to kneel before me Princess, I shall not permit it. I wish also that you could accompany me, but you are not healed yet. I shall come to visit you, but I will not come often there is much for the Steward of Gondor to do in these days before the King arrives."
"I beg of you!" I wept, trying to cling to him as he made a move to leave.
"It breaks my heart Lady Éowyn, to see you thus, and even more so because I can do nothing to stop it, but you must believe there is faith in the new day. You must believe that the Valar holds good things in store for you, you must believe that your life is worth living. You must believe Éowyn, you must!" He embraced me, "Be strong for your country and your brother who will need you. Be the Princess I know you are."
With that he bowed quickly and left, and I was weeping at his departure, he turned towards me once more before his horse carried him off to the Tower of Ecthelion. He pointed to the sky, and I looked up to see that there was a star shining, during the day. It was Earendil, the Elvish star of hope. Then, when I looked again, he was gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone. I am alone once more. How can Faramir expect me to have faith when there is none to be had?
Third Month, 25th day
I woke up this morning with a terrible ache in my arm, my sword-arm that is. It has gone away somewhat, but it is still numb. I have told no one. I might have told Faramir were he here, but he is not. And these healers are poor substitutes. Making you drink fouls potions, insisting you rest half the day, and they took away my sword before I came here, so there is nothing to amuse myself with.
Except sewing, and that is not something I am good at. Mainly because I do not have the patience required. It is also probably the fact that I stab myself with the needle nearly every time I attempted it. As for cooking, mine is enough to make a healthy man so ill he must come to one of these houses.
I used to spend my time talking to Faramir, or Merry. But both are gone now, and no one of interest remains.
My ache is getting worse, I must stop.
A/N: Probably some spelling errors! Sorry!
Tolkien does not really go into how Eowyn felt when Faramir left, my guess is she was very depressed and I have tried to portray that. Also, you must realize it is by this point Faramir definitely knows he is in love with her, but is unsure of her feelings. Thus, he is also very depressed, despite what he may say about hope. It is a false show, to make everything look like it's alright when it's not. He would have learned this under his father's reign, because he would have had to be very good at hiding his emotions. So, this two are completely miserable for the same reason that neither will admit. Idiots. A lot like Harm and Mac I suppose.. (Sorry, that's from JAG for those of you out there who aren't JAG fans.) Anyway, hpe you liked it..