Far and Away
Rated: pg- 13
Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters, Professor Tolkien does. I wish I did but I'm just borrowing them for this fic!
(I'm goin' to try and combine the movie with the book, even though it will be kinda difficult, but I'll try so don't be too hard on me if you review, which I hope you do!)
Eowyn walked softly into Theodred's room. She gently sat down on the side of the bed and lightly touched her cousin's pale face. It was deathly cold. Eowyn's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widen.
"No." Eowyn grasped Theodred's white face in her hands. "Theodred, don't leave me, Theodred." Tears streamed down her face. "No, Theodred, no." Eowyn settled her tear streamed face on his motionless chest. Eowyn sniffed into the familiar smelling shirt.
Eowyn stumbled numbly down the hall. She entered the Throne Room and knelt in front of her Uncle. "My lord," she whispered, not knowing if her Uncle could hear her. "Your son is dead. My lord, Uncle? Will you not go to him?" Theoden's clouded eyes stared dully at her. She shook her head and left.
Eowyn went back to Theodred's side. She held her dead cousin's cold hand in her small warm ones. She heard someone enter the room, but she made no move to see who it was. The cold voice that spoke answered any questions.
"Oh, he must have died sometime during the night." Wormtongue sat on the bed next to Eowyn and looked down at her. She turned her face away. "I know that his passing is hard for you to bare, now that your brother has abandoned you."
"Leave me!" Eowyn said thru clenched teeth. "You are a monster!"
"But you are alone." The words stung Eowyn's ears. "Who knows what evils you have spoken in the dark. So fair and yet so cold." Grima drew his hand to Eowyn's face (I hate this part in the movie and I always feel like screaming, "Eowyn! Slap him!" but that's just me.ew.) Eowyn stood still, mesmerized. "Like a cold morning in spring still clinging to winter's breath." Eowyn closed her eyes. What was happening to her? Why couldn't she move away?
Her gray eyes opened and she pushed Grima's hand down. "Your words are poison!" Eowyn glared at the pale man in front of her and tore herself from him. She ran down the hall and through the main doors. She threw them open and standing in the openness of Edoras, she gazed over the fields.
"Eomer, Eomer! Son of Eomund, where are you? Come back to this forsaken place! Eomer, I need you here," Eowyn's heart cried out. Silent tears slipped down her face and a wind blew her golden hair. In the distance she could see three horses drawing near, bearing riders. She didn't linger but went back inside and to the safety of her room.
~*~ (a Change of pace: Aragorn's point of view)
The pounding of their horse's hooves sounded in rhythmic waves. As Aragorn rode on towards Edoras, the jewel that Arwen gave him rose and fell, in count with his heartbeat. He smiled in remembrance, his thoughts drifting away to where his heart truly was. Imaldris, Rivendell, the home of the Lord Elrond. That is where he had grown up, where his mother had died, and where his heart would always be. His heart lay in the hands of Arwen Undomiel. His love for her was complete and no man could change it.
Legolas glanced at him companion. Aragorn's eyes were half closed and his hand was to his chest, holding the jewel. Legolas smiled to himself. He knew Aragorn was thinking of Arwen. Legolas leaned over and Gimli clung desperately to the Elf. Legolas turned slightly and said, "Gimli, I won't let you fall."
Gimli frowned, clinging to Legolas all the more (Ok, I don't like slash so if any of you are thinking that this will have a Gimli/ Legolas fling, it won't, trust me! They're just friends!) "I know, but you move about so much and I fear that you will turn one too many and tumble off, bring me down with you."
Legolas grinned and glanced over at Aragorn, who was still daydreaming. "Don't worry Master Dwarf. I won't fall and you won't either." Turning back toward Aragorn, Legolas poked him.
Aragorn was startled and looked over at Legolas for an explanation. "You were riding with your eyes closed. Don't make it a habit." Legolas grinned evilly and then whispered, "You wouldn't be dreaming of your Tinuviel, would you?"
A deep blush appeared to rise in Aragorn's cheeks. Legolas laughed out loud. "There will be time to dream of the Evenstar, but I just don't want you to fall off your horse!" Legolas was still laughing when two thick arms tighten themselves around the Elf's waist until he felt he couldn't breath. "Gimli!" Legolas gasped, attempting to loosen the scared Dwarf's arms.
It was Aragorn's turn to laugh. "Think before you speak Legolas!"
Gandalf, who was far ahead of the others, turned. "Come, children." The wizard sighed and shook him white head. "We are nigh the city. Legolas, what do you see? Tell us!"
Legolas peered over the endless leagues of wild grasses. "I see a dike and a mighty wall and thorny fence encircle a green hill which rises from the shadow of the vale. There is within, roofs of houses and in the midst, upon a green terrace, a great hall of Men. There are guard in mail standing guard but all the other appear to be sleeping."
Gimli stared, toward the great hill. He could see dark buildings but nothing more. The Dwarf shook his head. "How Elves see is thus a mystery to me, but there is no doubt that their sight is above me!"
"Edoras," Gandalf mused. "Meuseld is the golden hall. Theoden, son of Thengel dwells there. He is King of the Mark of Rohan. Be careful what you say, for much as changed since last I was here." Gandalf clicked to Shadowfax and he bolted towards the city. Legolas and Gimli followed, with Aragorn taking up the back.
Aragorn had been to Edoras once, but that was a long time ago, when he was traveling with his kin from the north. The heir of Isildur followed his companions and drifted back into his daydreams.
~*~ (back to Eowyn)
Eowyn laid on her bed, staring up at the patterns in the wood of her ceiling. The designed always interested her. Her father had worked with wood in his free time and had carved many beautiful pieces. But they had all been burned away when the Orcs had burned the House of Eomund.
The cold metal of Theodwyn's necklace settled into the hollow of Eowyn's neck. Eowyn traced the swirling mithril and gold. She blinked back tears. She drew in a deep breath and slowly sat up. Loud voices in the Throne Room surprised Eowyn.
She curiously ran down the hall and pushed open a side door. Four strangers were in the room. Some of the guards that Grima had employed rushed out at the strangers. The three young ones began to attack their attackers, sending them down onto the flats of their backs. The Dwarf grabbed Grima and threw him to the ground, pinning him under a big boot.
A cloaked old man with a white staff walked toward her Uncle. "Theoden, I release you."
The room was still and then, the cold horrible laugh rang through the hall. Eowyn stood behind a pillar and watched in horror as her Uncle seemed to become a monstrous creature.
"You have no power here, Gandalf Greyhem."
Gandalf threw off his robe and his white clothes shone brightly. The King gasped and seemed to be thrown back into his throne.
Eowyn caught her breath and ran toward her Uncle. A pair of strong arms held her back. She glanced up to look into the face of the man who dared to touch her. When she saw his face, her mouth fell open and she just stared.
It was the man from her dream. He stood tall, with dark, unkempt hair hanging about his face. His thin bread added to his rugged features. His clear blue eyes glanced down at her once and then turned back to the scene.
Eowyn also looked on. The old man stood tall and erect, and commanded Saruman to release her Uncle. The glint in the King's eye scared Eowyn, for she had never seen him so.
"If I go, Theoden dies," the voice hissed out.
The old man held his ground. "You did not kill me. You will not kill him."
Eowyn looked on in confusion. What was going on? Her Uncle struggled against an invisible force that seemed to hold him back. She tried to go to him again, but the strange, dark man held her back. Suddenly, Gandalf raised his hand and with his staff, cast the evil out of Theoden.
Theoden doubled over in his chair. Eowyn forcefully pushed past the man and ran to her Uncle. She reached him just as he began to slip out of his chair.
"Uncle?" Eowyn's breath was shaky. An unexpected tear escaped. She couldn't lose her Uncle, because not truly knowing if Eomer was still alive, he might be her only living relative. She couldn't lose him too! Eowyn grabbed her Uncle and supported him. She bit her lip and held back her tears.
The pressure of her elder's body began to lift itself. Eowyn raised her head. Her Uncle lifted his head and his clouded eyes stared at her dully. Slowly his face began to grow younger and the glossy look in his eye faded. Eowyn's lips formed a smile.
"I know your face." King Theoden's brow dipped, thinking deeply. "Eowyn!"
From that point on, it was a blur of happiness of Eowyn, until her Uncle asked the dreaded question, "Where is my son? Where is Theodred?"
*~* Hey ya'll look, I'm so so sorry that I didn't post sooner, but I just got done writing this. I'm sorry that I added so much of the movie in because I really wanna combine the two; the book and the movie. It's a lot harder than I thought, but I'm gonna try my best. I need ya'll reviews and support though! Thanks to all of you who have been so helpful! I really appreciate it!
~*~ NEXT CHAPTER : King Theoden is told the truth about his son. Soon he will order the evacuation of Edoras.
Rated: pg- 13
Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters, Professor Tolkien does. I wish I did but I'm just borrowing them for this fic!
(I'm goin' to try and combine the movie with the book, even though it will be kinda difficult, but I'll try so don't be too hard on me if you review, which I hope you do!)
Eowyn walked softly into Theodred's room. She gently sat down on the side of the bed and lightly touched her cousin's pale face. It was deathly cold. Eowyn's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widen.
"No." Eowyn grasped Theodred's white face in her hands. "Theodred, don't leave me, Theodred." Tears streamed down her face. "No, Theodred, no." Eowyn settled her tear streamed face on his motionless chest. Eowyn sniffed into the familiar smelling shirt.
Eowyn stumbled numbly down the hall. She entered the Throne Room and knelt in front of her Uncle. "My lord," she whispered, not knowing if her Uncle could hear her. "Your son is dead. My lord, Uncle? Will you not go to him?" Theoden's clouded eyes stared dully at her. She shook her head and left.
Eowyn went back to Theodred's side. She held her dead cousin's cold hand in her small warm ones. She heard someone enter the room, but she made no move to see who it was. The cold voice that spoke answered any questions.
"Oh, he must have died sometime during the night." Wormtongue sat on the bed next to Eowyn and looked down at her. She turned her face away. "I know that his passing is hard for you to bare, now that your brother has abandoned you."
"Leave me!" Eowyn said thru clenched teeth. "You are a monster!"
"But you are alone." The words stung Eowyn's ears. "Who knows what evils you have spoken in the dark. So fair and yet so cold." Grima drew his hand to Eowyn's face (I hate this part in the movie and I always feel like screaming, "Eowyn! Slap him!" but that's just me.ew.) Eowyn stood still, mesmerized. "Like a cold morning in spring still clinging to winter's breath." Eowyn closed her eyes. What was happening to her? Why couldn't she move away?
Her gray eyes opened and she pushed Grima's hand down. "Your words are poison!" Eowyn glared at the pale man in front of her and tore herself from him. She ran down the hall and through the main doors. She threw them open and standing in the openness of Edoras, she gazed over the fields.
"Eomer, Eomer! Son of Eomund, where are you? Come back to this forsaken place! Eomer, I need you here," Eowyn's heart cried out. Silent tears slipped down her face and a wind blew her golden hair. In the distance she could see three horses drawing near, bearing riders. She didn't linger but went back inside and to the safety of her room.
~*~ (a Change of pace: Aragorn's point of view)
The pounding of their horse's hooves sounded in rhythmic waves. As Aragorn rode on towards Edoras, the jewel that Arwen gave him rose and fell, in count with his heartbeat. He smiled in remembrance, his thoughts drifting away to where his heart truly was. Imaldris, Rivendell, the home of the Lord Elrond. That is where he had grown up, where his mother had died, and where his heart would always be. His heart lay in the hands of Arwen Undomiel. His love for her was complete and no man could change it.
Legolas glanced at him companion. Aragorn's eyes were half closed and his hand was to his chest, holding the jewel. Legolas smiled to himself. He knew Aragorn was thinking of Arwen. Legolas leaned over and Gimli clung desperately to the Elf. Legolas turned slightly and said, "Gimli, I won't let you fall."
Gimli frowned, clinging to Legolas all the more (Ok, I don't like slash so if any of you are thinking that this will have a Gimli/ Legolas fling, it won't, trust me! They're just friends!) "I know, but you move about so much and I fear that you will turn one too many and tumble off, bring me down with you."
Legolas grinned and glanced over at Aragorn, who was still daydreaming. "Don't worry Master Dwarf. I won't fall and you won't either." Turning back toward Aragorn, Legolas poked him.
Aragorn was startled and looked over at Legolas for an explanation. "You were riding with your eyes closed. Don't make it a habit." Legolas grinned evilly and then whispered, "You wouldn't be dreaming of your Tinuviel, would you?"
A deep blush appeared to rise in Aragorn's cheeks. Legolas laughed out loud. "There will be time to dream of the Evenstar, but I just don't want you to fall off your horse!" Legolas was still laughing when two thick arms tighten themselves around the Elf's waist until he felt he couldn't breath. "Gimli!" Legolas gasped, attempting to loosen the scared Dwarf's arms.
It was Aragorn's turn to laugh. "Think before you speak Legolas!"
Gandalf, who was far ahead of the others, turned. "Come, children." The wizard sighed and shook him white head. "We are nigh the city. Legolas, what do you see? Tell us!"
Legolas peered over the endless leagues of wild grasses. "I see a dike and a mighty wall and thorny fence encircle a green hill which rises from the shadow of the vale. There is within, roofs of houses and in the midst, upon a green terrace, a great hall of Men. There are guard in mail standing guard but all the other appear to be sleeping."
Gimli stared, toward the great hill. He could see dark buildings but nothing more. The Dwarf shook his head. "How Elves see is thus a mystery to me, but there is no doubt that their sight is above me!"
"Edoras," Gandalf mused. "Meuseld is the golden hall. Theoden, son of Thengel dwells there. He is King of the Mark of Rohan. Be careful what you say, for much as changed since last I was here." Gandalf clicked to Shadowfax and he bolted towards the city. Legolas and Gimli followed, with Aragorn taking up the back.
Aragorn had been to Edoras once, but that was a long time ago, when he was traveling with his kin from the north. The heir of Isildur followed his companions and drifted back into his daydreams.
~*~ (back to Eowyn)
Eowyn laid on her bed, staring up at the patterns in the wood of her ceiling. The designed always interested her. Her father had worked with wood in his free time and had carved many beautiful pieces. But they had all been burned away when the Orcs had burned the House of Eomund.
The cold metal of Theodwyn's necklace settled into the hollow of Eowyn's neck. Eowyn traced the swirling mithril and gold. She blinked back tears. She drew in a deep breath and slowly sat up. Loud voices in the Throne Room surprised Eowyn.
She curiously ran down the hall and pushed open a side door. Four strangers were in the room. Some of the guards that Grima had employed rushed out at the strangers. The three young ones began to attack their attackers, sending them down onto the flats of their backs. The Dwarf grabbed Grima and threw him to the ground, pinning him under a big boot.
A cloaked old man with a white staff walked toward her Uncle. "Theoden, I release you."
The room was still and then, the cold horrible laugh rang through the hall. Eowyn stood behind a pillar and watched in horror as her Uncle seemed to become a monstrous creature.
"You have no power here, Gandalf Greyhem."
Gandalf threw off his robe and his white clothes shone brightly. The King gasped and seemed to be thrown back into his throne.
Eowyn caught her breath and ran toward her Uncle. A pair of strong arms held her back. She glanced up to look into the face of the man who dared to touch her. When she saw his face, her mouth fell open and she just stared.
It was the man from her dream. He stood tall, with dark, unkempt hair hanging about his face. His thin bread added to his rugged features. His clear blue eyes glanced down at her once and then turned back to the scene.
Eowyn also looked on. The old man stood tall and erect, and commanded Saruman to release her Uncle. The glint in the King's eye scared Eowyn, for she had never seen him so.
"If I go, Theoden dies," the voice hissed out.
The old man held his ground. "You did not kill me. You will not kill him."
Eowyn looked on in confusion. What was going on? Her Uncle struggled against an invisible force that seemed to hold him back. She tried to go to him again, but the strange, dark man held her back. Suddenly, Gandalf raised his hand and with his staff, cast the evil out of Theoden.
Theoden doubled over in his chair. Eowyn forcefully pushed past the man and ran to her Uncle. She reached him just as he began to slip out of his chair.
"Uncle?" Eowyn's breath was shaky. An unexpected tear escaped. She couldn't lose her Uncle, because not truly knowing if Eomer was still alive, he might be her only living relative. She couldn't lose him too! Eowyn grabbed her Uncle and supported him. She bit her lip and held back her tears.
The pressure of her elder's body began to lift itself. Eowyn raised her head. Her Uncle lifted his head and his clouded eyes stared at her dully. Slowly his face began to grow younger and the glossy look in his eye faded. Eowyn's lips formed a smile.
"I know your face." King Theoden's brow dipped, thinking deeply. "Eowyn!"
From that point on, it was a blur of happiness of Eowyn, until her Uncle asked the dreaded question, "Where is my son? Where is Theodred?"
*~* Hey ya'll look, I'm so so sorry that I didn't post sooner, but I just got done writing this. I'm sorry that I added so much of the movie in because I really wanna combine the two; the book and the movie. It's a lot harder than I thought, but I'm gonna try my best. I need ya'll reviews and support though! Thanks to all of you who have been so helpful! I really appreciate it!
~*~ NEXT CHAPTER : King Theoden is told the truth about his son. Soon he will order the evacuation of Edoras.