Far and Away
Rated: pg-13
Chapter eleven
SperryDee: well, I lived in Missouri for a while. So, living in Iowa, you know that we have an accent. Of course, I moved, but I still pronounce some things "funny" and I get made fun of, but its ok.
Lirenel: thanks for everything!! You're awesome
Siberia: thanks for all the help on my grammar. I'll try to start adding Faramir in the chapters here and there.
Andrea: thank you for your review! I hope your homework goes well.
Caroly: I'm updating!! Thanks for reviewing
UndomielEvenstar: thanks for your review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings; I'm just borrowing some of the characters!
~*~
Six months had passed and Theodred had been gone. The King had finally given his son his own eored to command. Eowyn was left alone again.
She would spend her days riding her horse and practicing her swordplay. On rainy days, Eowyn would wonder the Halls of Edoras or sometimes sneak out into the surrounding city and would walk among the people.
But Eowyn's time in her Uncle's city was lonely. Her Uncle seemed to become older and weaker every month. He would just sit upon his throne listening to Grima all day. Eowyn had snuck in one dreary day and had overheard the things that Grima said.
Eowyn hid in the shadows of the room. Grima was sitting by her Uncle. "How are you feeling today, my lord?"
"I do not feel very well. Where is my son?" The King's clouded eyes searched Grima's face.
"Your nephew, Eomer, took him away. Eomer is trying to take the throne."
Eowyn glared at Grima, though he didn't know it. How could he tell her Uncle such a lie? Eowyn turned and left the room, unable to listen to Grima's lying tongue any longer. She ran down the halls and out into the city streets. She raced through the Gate and to the Barrow field.
She fell to her knees in front of her parent's grave, which was set apart from those of the Kings. She ran her fingers through the simbelmyne that decorated the mound of earth.
"Mother," she whispered, "I wish that you were here right now. I miss Eomer and Theodred so much. But I am utterly alone, for Grima has taken away my Uncle. I can't do any thing to stop it. His words are poison to your brother, Mama. I can't stop it."
A soft wind rippled Eowyn's hair. She brushed it out of her face and wiped away the fresh tears that were upon her cheeks.
She stood up and gazed over the endless miles of grasslands. Her eyes wandered the fields.
"Come back soon, Eomer and Theodred. I miss you both so."
~*~ Short chapter, I'm so sorry. I'm going through a writer's block!! I don't know what to do! Should I base it on the book, the movie, or combine them both? Should the next chapter be three years later, when Eomer and Theodred return, when Theodred is fatally wounded? Please! I need reviews to help me!! I encourage suggestions! Thank ya'll for your reviews!
Rated: pg-13
Chapter eleven
SperryDee: well, I lived in Missouri for a while. So, living in Iowa, you know that we have an accent. Of course, I moved, but I still pronounce some things "funny" and I get made fun of, but its ok.
Lirenel: thanks for everything!! You're awesome
Siberia: thanks for all the help on my grammar. I'll try to start adding Faramir in the chapters here and there.
Andrea: thank you for your review! I hope your homework goes well.
Caroly: I'm updating!! Thanks for reviewing
UndomielEvenstar: thanks for your review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings; I'm just borrowing some of the characters!
~*~
Six months had passed and Theodred had been gone. The King had finally given his son his own eored to command. Eowyn was left alone again.
She would spend her days riding her horse and practicing her swordplay. On rainy days, Eowyn would wonder the Halls of Edoras or sometimes sneak out into the surrounding city and would walk among the people.
But Eowyn's time in her Uncle's city was lonely. Her Uncle seemed to become older and weaker every month. He would just sit upon his throne listening to Grima all day. Eowyn had snuck in one dreary day and had overheard the things that Grima said.
Eowyn hid in the shadows of the room. Grima was sitting by her Uncle. "How are you feeling today, my lord?"
"I do not feel very well. Where is my son?" The King's clouded eyes searched Grima's face.
"Your nephew, Eomer, took him away. Eomer is trying to take the throne."
Eowyn glared at Grima, though he didn't know it. How could he tell her Uncle such a lie? Eowyn turned and left the room, unable to listen to Grima's lying tongue any longer. She ran down the halls and out into the city streets. She raced through the Gate and to the Barrow field.
She fell to her knees in front of her parent's grave, which was set apart from those of the Kings. She ran her fingers through the simbelmyne that decorated the mound of earth.
"Mother," she whispered, "I wish that you were here right now. I miss Eomer and Theodred so much. But I am utterly alone, for Grima has taken away my Uncle. I can't do any thing to stop it. His words are poison to your brother, Mama. I can't stop it."
A soft wind rippled Eowyn's hair. She brushed it out of her face and wiped away the fresh tears that were upon her cheeks.
She stood up and gazed over the endless miles of grasslands. Her eyes wandered the fields.
"Come back soon, Eomer and Theodred. I miss you both so."
~*~ Short chapter, I'm so sorry. I'm going through a writer's block!! I don't know what to do! Should I base it on the book, the movie, or combine them both? Should the next chapter be three years later, when Eomer and Theodred return, when Theodred is fatally wounded? Please! I need reviews to help me!! I encourage suggestions! Thank ya'll for your reviews!