"You can not leave on the eve of battle. You can not abandon the men."
"Eowyn, why have you come?"
"Do you not know?"
Why do these memories haunt me so? Why have they returned?
"It is but a shadow and a thought that you love, Eowyn. I can not give you what you seek."
Those words tore at my heart. I all but gave him my love, and he threw it back in my face.
As I awaken from this dream that has tormented me much in the past months, I look over at Faramir as he sleeps. My dear, sweet husband. He comforted me in my grief and I love him for that. I gaze at his kind, aging face, and I love him. Yet why do my dreams take me back to that time when I loved Him? The one who would never love me.
I rise quietly, so as not to awaken Faramir. I go to the window to gaze out into the summer night. Over twenty years has passed since the One Ring was destroyed, and He became King of Gondor. That same year, He rejected me and wed the elf princess, Arwen. I was present at that marriage. I stood next to Faramir, and silently dismissed my love for the new King. Dismissed it as a young maiden's fancy.
Since then, I wed Faramir. Our wedding night is still clear in my mind; when we came together as man and wife. Some say it is painful for a bride on her first time, but I enjoyed it. I still find it one of the greatest pleasures ever to be had by a woman and her husband. I deem it almost sacred in its right.
I have borne six living children. Seven, if one should take into count Elboron, my beautiful son that did not live one full day. Alas, he is the only son I have ever borne. The grief of his death still looms over me terribly. Yet, he was not to be my last child. For I bore another daughter six year later.
Perhaps it is just as well the King rejected me. I am not a bearer of heirs. Queen Arwen has only borne three children, but one of them, at least, is a fine, healthy son.
Arwen! Arwen! How my heart envies her. Even now, as I gaze out this window, I see her lying in bed, her arms embracing Him. Perhaps, they are making love now. Their naked bodies touching and coming together in the marital embrace.
If only… No, I must not think such thoughts. I am happily wed. It is Faramir who saved me from my grief. It is he that I love. I shall give proof of it now. I shall wake him, and we shall make wild, passionate love.
Yes, we shall.
I waken him. I whisper into his ear. He complies readily. He throw aside his sleeping tunic. I unfasten my sleeping gown.
We embrace in our bed. We kiss, and I run my hand through his brown, gray streaked hair. I feel his still hard body against mine. My desire for him mounts. Yes, I know that I love him now.
It is done. I am numb. A coldness has overtaken my heart. My husband has fallen asleep happily at my side.
"Wild shieldmaiden of Rohan you shall ever be," he murmered, before falling into a contented slumber."
My thoughts are in turmoil. The coldness over me worsens as I think upon what has just happened. As I made love to my husband, I saw His face. As my pleasure mounted to its highest peak, I look into Faramir's face and I saw Him.
A guilt has overtaken me that shall not be easily lifted. I feel that I have betrayed Faramir, my spouse.
Why must I be tortured like this? I pray to the Valar and ask them why. Why did that happen?
Why did I fantasize myself making love to Aragorn, King of Gondor?
Well, how did ya'll like it. I'm open to all opinions, so please review.
Also, I happen to think Aragorn lead poor Eowyn on terribly. In the movies, at any rate.