A/N: Well, sorry this is late, been having technical difficulties. This
chapter is probably rather boring because the entries are so short, but
Eowyn has nothing to write about-there's no Faramir!
Third Month, 26th day
Ache is worse, and there is nothing to write of......
Third Month, 27th day
Had a nightmare Faramir's father tried to murder him... Faramir was not here to talk about it with. Ache is slightly better, but I have been getting terrible headaches now.
Third Month, 28th day
My forehead is hot; my brother says that means I have a fever. I feel awful, but there is no way I'm telling those crazy healers with their disgusting potions. The ache is returning, nothing more to write.
Third Month, 31st day
The last few days I spent in bed. With guess what? A fever. Today I am a little better. I hear rumors they had to call Faramir in for his skills my fever got so bad. If he did come, he certainly is not here anymore. Either way, he sent me some flowers from his garden. I did not know that Faramir kept a garden. The Warden said yes, he did and his is the best in the city. The flowers are so beautiful I dare not touch them, for it seems almost sacrilege. As for describing them, I should not attempt such a difficult task. At least he still thinks of me, that is nice to know. But the world seems no brighter to me now than it did when the eagles flew over......
Fourth Month, 1st day
Nothing to write.
Fourth Month, 2nd day
Nothing again.
Fourth Month 3rd day
Had another dream, it was my brother crying at some stunning ceremony. He was all dressed up, as a King of Rohan would be at some state ceremony. Yet, he was crying, and they seemed to be tears of happiness. Faramir was there too, but I did not recognize the garb he wore, I suppose it was something Gondorians dress in for such things. This is stranger yet, though, he wore a medallion that was distinctly Rohirric. I know not what this means.
Fourth Month, 4th day
A letter from Merry who talks of his doings, and those of his friends. He did ask after my health and that of Lord Faramir's, but that was the only thing he asked of us. As for myself, I have certainly been in better health, and Faramir? I know not how he is, though I suppose he would be back here if he had anything serious. I wrote a short courteous reply, which was effectually all fabricated truths. In other words, lies. For if my brother was to hear of it I should not want him to worry.
Fourth Month, 5th day
A letter from my brother begging me to come see him in Cormallorn. I sent a polite refusal. I do not know why, for have I not been waiting for such summons since he left?
Fourth Month, 6th day
Nothing again.....
Fourth Month, 7th day
This seems to be my week for letters. One has just arrived from Faramir inquiring after my health which he hopes has improved since my illness. He does not mention himself visiting, so perhaps it was just a rumor. It was rather short, but he did say that he hopes to see me soon.
Fourth Month, 8th day
Again, nothing, except that my arm hurts so much I can hardly write.
Fourth Month, 9th day
Another letter from Merry, who also begs me to join him and the others in Cormallorn. I sent a polite refusal, again.
Fourth Month, 10th day
I am honestly beginning to wonder why I even started to keep this journal. For it seems that for a short time I have great loads of things to say, then long periods of nothing. This seems to be a useless exercise I do not even know why I write anymore......
Fourth Month, 11th day
I feel absolutely horrible. My stomach refused to let me eat anything this morning lest it vomit it up again. I have yet another fever.
Fourth Month, 12th day
Nothing to write except the Healers are begging me to eat something, I refuse.
Fourth Month, 13th day
My brother again begs me to come to Cormallorn, I again, sent him a refusal.
Fourth Month, 14th day
Third day without food, I am faint with hunger and light-headed as if I am floating.
Fourth Month, 15th day
I stayed abed all this morning, I have very little energy left. Still I can not eat.
Fourth Month, 16th day
It has occurred to me that this is perhaps the end. Maybe this is how I shall die, starved to death amidst plenty after a great war. It makes no sense, but since when does life make sense? I asked the Warden to have Faramir come to me as quickly as he can, for I wish to see him ere the end. I asked the Healer though, not to tell Faramir that I had asked for him. Why I do not know.....
A/N: Now why did she ask him?
Third Month, 26th day
Ache is worse, and there is nothing to write of......
Third Month, 27th day
Had a nightmare Faramir's father tried to murder him... Faramir was not here to talk about it with. Ache is slightly better, but I have been getting terrible headaches now.
Third Month, 28th day
My forehead is hot; my brother says that means I have a fever. I feel awful, but there is no way I'm telling those crazy healers with their disgusting potions. The ache is returning, nothing more to write.
Third Month, 31st day
The last few days I spent in bed. With guess what? A fever. Today I am a little better. I hear rumors they had to call Faramir in for his skills my fever got so bad. If he did come, he certainly is not here anymore. Either way, he sent me some flowers from his garden. I did not know that Faramir kept a garden. The Warden said yes, he did and his is the best in the city. The flowers are so beautiful I dare not touch them, for it seems almost sacrilege. As for describing them, I should not attempt such a difficult task. At least he still thinks of me, that is nice to know. But the world seems no brighter to me now than it did when the eagles flew over......
Fourth Month, 1st day
Nothing to write.
Fourth Month, 2nd day
Nothing again.
Fourth Month 3rd day
Had another dream, it was my brother crying at some stunning ceremony. He was all dressed up, as a King of Rohan would be at some state ceremony. Yet, he was crying, and they seemed to be tears of happiness. Faramir was there too, but I did not recognize the garb he wore, I suppose it was something Gondorians dress in for such things. This is stranger yet, though, he wore a medallion that was distinctly Rohirric. I know not what this means.
Fourth Month, 4th day
A letter from Merry who talks of his doings, and those of his friends. He did ask after my health and that of Lord Faramir's, but that was the only thing he asked of us. As for myself, I have certainly been in better health, and Faramir? I know not how he is, though I suppose he would be back here if he had anything serious. I wrote a short courteous reply, which was effectually all fabricated truths. In other words, lies. For if my brother was to hear of it I should not want him to worry.
Fourth Month, 5th day
A letter from my brother begging me to come see him in Cormallorn. I sent a polite refusal. I do not know why, for have I not been waiting for such summons since he left?
Fourth Month, 6th day
Nothing again.....
Fourth Month, 7th day
This seems to be my week for letters. One has just arrived from Faramir inquiring after my health which he hopes has improved since my illness. He does not mention himself visiting, so perhaps it was just a rumor. It was rather short, but he did say that he hopes to see me soon.
Fourth Month, 8th day
Again, nothing, except that my arm hurts so much I can hardly write.
Fourth Month, 9th day
Another letter from Merry, who also begs me to join him and the others in Cormallorn. I sent a polite refusal, again.
Fourth Month, 10th day
I am honestly beginning to wonder why I even started to keep this journal. For it seems that for a short time I have great loads of things to say, then long periods of nothing. This seems to be a useless exercise I do not even know why I write anymore......
Fourth Month, 11th day
I feel absolutely horrible. My stomach refused to let me eat anything this morning lest it vomit it up again. I have yet another fever.
Fourth Month, 12th day
Nothing to write except the Healers are begging me to eat something, I refuse.
Fourth Month, 13th day
My brother again begs me to come to Cormallorn, I again, sent him a refusal.
Fourth Month, 14th day
Third day without food, I am faint with hunger and light-headed as if I am floating.
Fourth Month, 15th day
I stayed abed all this morning, I have very little energy left. Still I can not eat.
Fourth Month, 16th day
It has occurred to me that this is perhaps the end. Maybe this is how I shall die, starved to death amidst plenty after a great war. It makes no sense, but since when does life make sense? I asked the Warden to have Faramir come to me as quickly as he can, for I wish to see him ere the end. I asked the Healer though, not to tell Faramir that I had asked for him. Why I do not know.....
A/N: Now why did she ask him?