Faramir left the following morning, Eowyn's bitter glance watching him until she could no longer see him anymore through the misted up windows of her chambers. She was scared. Was the room even her's anymore? Did she even have a home? Faramir had left, taking everything he owned with him, to search for relatives far away from Minas Tirith. "Far away," He had said "from you."
She pulled a comb through her fair hair, all the time thinking of Aragorn, Elessar... her King. All the time her mind wandering on his deep, deep eyes and the way he had held her the night before. He didn't love Arwen anymore, and the elven princess despised him, as any woman would, he had robbed her of her life, her freedom... he had promised her the world, and never delivered, and Eowyn understood her pain, she understood how hard to must be to be torn between what your heart is wants, and what your body needs.
But she also wanted Aragorn... and nothing, as the Witchking had witnessed, stood in the way of the princess of Rohan... and the thing she wanted most.
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Arwen's body needed Gondor. There was no secret about that, and whilst she slept in a single bed for the first time in years, she realised why. She was childish. She couldn't live without Gondor because Gondor was her's by right. She couldn't turn her back on Gondor...because that would mean that he would win... Elessar and Eowyn would rule together, she knew that for a cert - even more so now when she had witnessed Faramir riding away without explanation - and she couldn't let that happen...her body wouldn't let her walk away from Gondor.
But her heart ached for her father. Her heart ached for the magic and wonder of her own people, and in her heart she wanted so bad to let him go, let herself - and Aragorn - be happy. Her mind though...would never allow it.
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Aragorn sighed and brushed his hands across his face, feeling the prickle of the stubble lining it. He was confused, his head fuzzy from the feelings, and lack of feelings he was feeling!(hahaha) He had never allowed himself to get so close to loving Eowyn before now. There was something there, something less momentous than the what he had felt for Arwen, but it was still there, and it had always been - eversince the day he first laid eyes on her - as different as Arwen as humanly (or elfly) possible...but somehow, just as important.
Arwen had always confused him. Since he'd met her, she'd thrown him mixed signals, declaring her love and then taking it back, but he believed truly, that they were soulmates and always had been, and nothing...not even ack of love, feelings or butterflies, would convince him otherwise.
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Faramir rode and rode until he wasn't even aware what direction he was following anymore, not that he cared - his heart was cold.
Eowyn had mystified, and paralysed him from the start, filling his senses purely and completely, and slowly rebuilding the broken man he had become into something more useful. He smiled slowly, not really knowing why, only knowing that it was all he could do to stop from crying. He had seen it in her eyes long before he had really known it, when Aragorn entered the room, she slowed or quietened to look at him, and Faramir was let dumbfounded.
If he had stayed, she would only have hurt him more.