Later.......
Legolas has sent word. Arwen is coming to Rivendell. She is coming to Minas Tirith to marry Aragorn. They will be here soon. Aragorn-genius that he is- has decided that my brother & I can now go back to Rohan to re-organize it. Then after a few months we shall return to escort everyone up to Edoras for Théoden's funeral.
What Aragorn doesn't realize is that: We did NOT invite him to Théoden's funeral. (This is usually only extended to Rohirrim) I don't like not seeing Arwen before I leave for Edoras. For all I know she could bring along some handmaidens and Faramir might decide he likes them better than me. I don't like being separated from the hobbits (especially Merry) I don't want to prepare for Théoden's funeral, because it will only make me really depressed; and anyone with half a brain knows that's a dangerous thing to do particularly when Faramir's not around to support me... which leads to my next reason: I refuse to be separated from Faramir for so long. That is simply cruel and unusual punishment. Lastly, we Rohirrim do NOT take orders from the King of Gondor! (Except in dire circumstances!)
Nevertheless, we will be departing from Minas Tirith for Edoras just after dawn tomorrow. Life is so unfair!
Fifth month 4th day
I'm up really early because I'm hoping to find Faramir before we leave, we didn't have any time alone last night at the farewell party. Although, I must admit I found my brother's behavior rather entertaining. (Granted: he was a little drunk.) It was so funny though, watching him do his little jig and after that he spent the whole rest of the evening tormenting Faramir's poor cousin Lothy. I mean it is rather ob-
Later......
Sorry I was interrupted by a rather nosy fiancé of mine, he sneaked right up behind me and before I even knew he was there he deftly lifted my diary right off the table. "What's this?" he asked.
"It's nothing." I reply blushing furiously. "Just a letter."
"To whom is it written?" he replied amused with my embarrassment.
"None of your business." I answer making a sudden grab for my journal, but he moved too quickly, and I missed. "FARAMIR!" I shout aggravated.
He turns his back to me, preventing another rescue attempt, "What is in here that you don't want me to see?" I hear him leafing through the pages, "This is a rather long letter Éowyn."
I sigh, "Alright, it's not really a letter. I write about my life in it...I'm not sure you would even want to read some of it." I say looking down at the floor ashamed of what he might be reading.
He turns around, closes the book and puts his arm around me. "If you don't want me to read it, that's alright." He pauses, "I know how you felt when you started this. I don't have to read any of it to know." He laughs softly looking down, "Because I've done the same thing. Only I started my journal when I was much younger, probably eight or ten. A journal is like having a friend who is always there for you no matter how stupid you've been." He smiles back at me, "Take this back. I have no right to read it."
I receive my diary with trembling hands and tears that threaten to fall, this man is unbelievable. Then I stare at it for a little as he starts to walk out. "Faramir!" I call after him. He stops and turns around.
"Keep this, if you are to be my husband you must know everything about me, the good and the bad." I offer my journal to him again.
He's staring at me looking as if he (might?) cry too. Then he looks at the diary and shakes his head. "No," he said slowly, "Bring this back to Edoras. Write everything you feel in it. I mean everything, whatever you would have told me, put in here. You will need it in the coming months. When we return for the funeral then we will speak again." He presses the book into my hands. "In the meantime," he says with a mischievous smile, "Keep this in remembrance of me." Before I know what Faramir's doing he's kissing me soundly. The book falling to the floor unnoticed.
Finally we pull apart breathless, "Don't forget me." I plead.
He shakes his head with a smile, "I could live as long as the Lady Galadriel herself and never forget you...Take care of yourself." With that he drops my arms and walks out. It is only after his footsteps have fully disappeared that I realize I've dropped my journal.
I'm telling you, that man reduces me to a bumbling idiot.....
A/N: Sorry, so short, been rather busy of late.
angstfulangel: Thank you for reviewing!!
Raksha The Demon: 21st century expressions are my nemesis in stories like this because I'm trying to make Eowyn sound human or casual, but Tolkien has very few expressions like that in M.E.-so I end up using ours. As for comparing herself to a peasant-my sister would definitely agree with you, and I honestly had a difficult time putting it in, but his lineage is as they both know ever so much higher and older than hers even if he does not bear a princely title at the time. Anyway, one of those things I'll probably regret putting in later, but I'm too lazy to re-post. Thank you for taking the time to review!!!
Legolas has sent word. Arwen is coming to Rivendell. She is coming to Minas Tirith to marry Aragorn. They will be here soon. Aragorn-genius that he is- has decided that my brother & I can now go back to Rohan to re-organize it. Then after a few months we shall return to escort everyone up to Edoras for Théoden's funeral.
What Aragorn doesn't realize is that: We did NOT invite him to Théoden's funeral. (This is usually only extended to Rohirrim) I don't like not seeing Arwen before I leave for Edoras. For all I know she could bring along some handmaidens and Faramir might decide he likes them better than me. I don't like being separated from the hobbits (especially Merry) I don't want to prepare for Théoden's funeral, because it will only make me really depressed; and anyone with half a brain knows that's a dangerous thing to do particularly when Faramir's not around to support me... which leads to my next reason: I refuse to be separated from Faramir for so long. That is simply cruel and unusual punishment. Lastly, we Rohirrim do NOT take orders from the King of Gondor! (Except in dire circumstances!)
Nevertheless, we will be departing from Minas Tirith for Edoras just after dawn tomorrow. Life is so unfair!
Fifth month 4th day
I'm up really early because I'm hoping to find Faramir before we leave, we didn't have any time alone last night at the farewell party. Although, I must admit I found my brother's behavior rather entertaining. (Granted: he was a little drunk.) It was so funny though, watching him do his little jig and after that he spent the whole rest of the evening tormenting Faramir's poor cousin Lothy. I mean it is rather ob-
Later......
Sorry I was interrupted by a rather nosy fiancé of mine, he sneaked right up behind me and before I even knew he was there he deftly lifted my diary right off the table. "What's this?" he asked.
"It's nothing." I reply blushing furiously. "Just a letter."
"To whom is it written?" he replied amused with my embarrassment.
"None of your business." I answer making a sudden grab for my journal, but he moved too quickly, and I missed. "FARAMIR!" I shout aggravated.
He turns his back to me, preventing another rescue attempt, "What is in here that you don't want me to see?" I hear him leafing through the pages, "This is a rather long letter Éowyn."
I sigh, "Alright, it's not really a letter. I write about my life in it...I'm not sure you would even want to read some of it." I say looking down at the floor ashamed of what he might be reading.
He turns around, closes the book and puts his arm around me. "If you don't want me to read it, that's alright." He pauses, "I know how you felt when you started this. I don't have to read any of it to know." He laughs softly looking down, "Because I've done the same thing. Only I started my journal when I was much younger, probably eight or ten. A journal is like having a friend who is always there for you no matter how stupid you've been." He smiles back at me, "Take this back. I have no right to read it."
I receive my diary with trembling hands and tears that threaten to fall, this man is unbelievable. Then I stare at it for a little as he starts to walk out. "Faramir!" I call after him. He stops and turns around.
"Keep this, if you are to be my husband you must know everything about me, the good and the bad." I offer my journal to him again.
He's staring at me looking as if he (might?) cry too. Then he looks at the diary and shakes his head. "No," he said slowly, "Bring this back to Edoras. Write everything you feel in it. I mean everything, whatever you would have told me, put in here. You will need it in the coming months. When we return for the funeral then we will speak again." He presses the book into my hands. "In the meantime," he says with a mischievous smile, "Keep this in remembrance of me." Before I know what Faramir's doing he's kissing me soundly. The book falling to the floor unnoticed.
Finally we pull apart breathless, "Don't forget me." I plead.
He shakes his head with a smile, "I could live as long as the Lady Galadriel herself and never forget you...Take care of yourself." With that he drops my arms and walks out. It is only after his footsteps have fully disappeared that I realize I've dropped my journal.
I'm telling you, that man reduces me to a bumbling idiot.....
A/N: Sorry, so short, been rather busy of late.
angstfulangel: Thank you for reviewing!!
Raksha The Demon: 21st century expressions are my nemesis in stories like this because I'm trying to make Eowyn sound human or casual, but Tolkien has very few expressions like that in M.E.-so I end up using ours. As for comparing herself to a peasant-my sister would definitely agree with you, and I honestly had a difficult time putting it in, but his lineage is as they both know ever so much higher and older than hers even if he does not bear a princely title at the time. Anyway, one of those things I'll probably regret putting in later, but I'm too lazy to re-post. Thank you for taking the time to review!!!