Eowyn.
To speak of that name brings great pleasure and warmth to my heart.
For Eowyn is the name of my beloved, my wife. The White Lady of
Rohan! Let her passionate spirit forever keep me destined to her!
Thank Eru my wife is not a simple Ithilien woman. Her fire feeds my
fuel – my need – to live.
Eowyn.
When I first laid my eyes upon her, I thought for sure her
cool, almost indifferent stare would freeze my soul. How could such a
valiant lady be so cold? But her glares quickly changed into
amorous smiles and doting gazes. Should I have feared her first
love for the Lord Aragorn? I always ask myself. And then I
laugh and berate myself for being so foolish. My answer is always
nay. It was her love for the king that first led us to each other,
in the Houses of Healing that dull, bleak evening. Her love for
battle, her need to fight for her country… It all brought us together,
to where we are now.
Eowyn.
And where else would I rather be? Living in a tent, commanding
a battalion of soldiers? Ruling as a king, with a beautiful queen
whom I can call my own? Nay. Nay to all of these questions!
For being what I am – an important, yet not royal man, who
is in the deepest love imaginable with the fairest, most devoted soul
mate once could possibly wish for – is what I want to be forever.
She is the essence of my life. The one who sees me through me
sorrows, my pains, my joys.
Eowyn.
But to look at her! To look at her is to open your eyes for
the first time. To see a bright light shining through a hole in the
cold darkness. At time she is a flower being reborn from a long
winter's chill, an innocent woman who knows how true her love is.
At times, she is a seductive rose with many thorns, quick to anger
and full of a deep fire from within.
Eowyn.
She does so seduce me most when she is the rose. To
see her usually milky, un-blemished skin flush pink from rage…
stimulates me. Seeing her at her truest feelings, with her hair
disheveled, her blue eyes engulfed in a stormy sea, reminds me of the
first night we made love – our wedding night. She was so
innocent and timid – much like I was to be honest. But
the moment we united into one soul – thank the gods we
knew – we both let out true feelings come into being.
We knew then how badly we wanted this, and how badly
we wanted each other. Forever will our wedding night be in my memory.
Eowyn.
Her voice captures me like a fly seduced to a flame – I
cannot have enough. No matter how long she has lived in Ithilien
with me, still she has not lost her rough, Rohirric accent that I
have come to love so very much. And though she is not
learned in the same ways I am, she has a poetic grace
that none can mimic. She walks with great pride on her
shoulders. Head held high, shoulders pulled back, hips
swaying from side to side. Yet there is a simplicity about
her that shall always remind me of the naïve young woman
I met during the hour of doom.
Eowyn.
This was just a little something I wrote whilst () while at school, watching a thunderstorm one day. Great inspiration, huh? Anyway, please REVIEW! I have other stories also!
I promise I shall have my HP story updated soon, for all those who are reading I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, BUT FOR HOW LONG?
And! I will get back to typing up my other lotr fic, MY HEART IS FOREVER YOURS ! i promise!