Far and Away
Chapter 15
Rated: pg-13
Summary: The counsel of men finally emerges from the room, but what will their decision be? Will Aragorn, who has captured the heart of the shield maiden, turn her away?
Eowyn rose quickly from her seat and ran down the hall, pushing past Legolas and Gimli. She ran to the throne room, just as Hama appeared before her.
"My lady, the King would like to speak with you." Hama guided her into the room and Eowyn knelt before her Uncle.
Her Uncle had returned to the prime of his splendor, with his gold ringlet upon his graying head, his green robe with gold embroidery in the sleeves around his shoulders, tightened with a belt and hanging just below the knee. He stood and placed a sword in her hands.
It was newly made, its steel blade brightly shining in the candle-lit hall. The oak hilt was incased with gold and it's curled up into the form of two prancing horses, their manes and hooves edged with precious silvery- mithril. The sheath was made of leather and green with gold thread hung as tassels from the top.
Eowyn fingered her gift. She loved it. Her old sword had been good, but it was merely nothing more than a child's toy, though she had practiced with her brother and cousin's swords. She smiled up at her Uncle and thanked him with a kiss.
A sad look came to his eye and he cupped her face with his hands. "Farewell, sister-daughter. Dark is the hour, yet maybe we shall return to the Golden Hall. But in Dunharrow the people may long defend themselves, and if the battle go ill, thither will come all who escape."
"No! Don't speak such things, Uncle! A year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return," and as she spoke, her eyes wandered to Aragorn, who stood in the shadow, watching. He caught her stare and turned away.
She looked down at her feet. Her Uncle spoke again and she lifted her head to listen.
"The king shall come again. Fear not, sister-daughter. Not West, but East does our doom await us. Eowyn, take the people into the safe havens under the city. You must led the Eorlingas, care for them while we are away. Stay here and protect Edoras with what you may have, if the city comes under attack while we are away. We must go now. Farwell, beloved sister-daughter. Pray that one day we shall meet again." King Theoden kissed Eowyn on the forehead and hugged her. "Come now, Rohirrim! To Helm's Deep will we go!"
The men filed out of the room, leaving Eowyn standing alone. Legolas and Gimli said quick good byes as they passed and Aragorn bow farewell, but nothing more. Eowyn slowly followed them out after all had gone. She stood on the raised entrance of the Golden Hall and watched them leave the city. She bowed her head, gathering herself.
These days were dark indeed.
~*~
It was in the middle of the afternoon and the sun shone dimly on the city. The terrace garden was just begin to wake from the winter. Fresh green leaves burst to life. The soft, sweet sound of the water from the fountain by the side of the wall floated gently in the air. The beautiful stone archways allowed a good and pleasant view of the entire city. Sitting so comfortable atop the stone wall. The wind blowing hair into the eyes.
Footsteps sounded and voices drew near. Though reluctantly, from having found such a comfortable position in which one could nap, standing because it was custom. Watching and waiting for the voices to turn into people.
One was of an old man. Familiar old shoulder stooped and the thin crown of hair was gray. Sighing eyes seemed to say that he couldn't avoid this disturbance. But following him was something worth waiting for. Golden hair rippling from the breeze was waist long, fair features, a long white gown which actually appeared a bit too big-
Faramir lurked awake, slightly sweating. He looked around. No one was in his chambers, which was actually a hallowed out cave. All of his Rangers were in other small, but dry hallows in the earth. The night was quiet, except for the constant drip of the rain that hadn't ceased since earlier the day before.
Faramir rolled out of his blankets and knelt to drink from a small pool of water that had collected in his hallow, probably while he was sleeping. He cupped his rough hands and drank in the cold, sweet rainwater. Deciding to sit with his legs crossed, he sat in front of his little pool and splashed his warm face. Cold drops of water rolled down his unshaven cheeks and some clung to his brown hair.
He sighed deeply and leaned against the wall, knees up, elbows on knees, with his face in his hands. He rarely had dreams. The last on that he had had been Boromir, floating on the river in a canoe-like boat. His arms were crossed over his chest and his shield lay on his stomach. Boromir's eyes were closed so he looked as if he were sleeping. But his horn, the Horn of Gondor, lay split in half atop his shield. That was not a good sign. Faramir, in his dream, had called to his brother. But Boromir did not stir.
Faramir ran his fingers through his wet hair. The woman had been so beautiful. He smiled, laughing at himself. "My dream lady," he chuckled. "My White Lady." Faramir shook his head, amused with himself. He crawled back over to his make-shift bed on settled down as best he could on the rocky ground. He pushed the dream from his mind then, and drifted back into a dreamless slumber.
~*~ I hope that ya'll like this! I brought Faramir back! I'm open to any suggestions during this time, because the book gives nothing about what Eowyn did after Theoden left her to led the Eorlingas while he went to Helm's Deep. So please, review! I know that I've been slow at this and I'm so sorry! But (oh, here comes the excuse) ya'll know how it is this time of year, with teachers piling the work that they didn't have time to teach you earlier and then they give you lots of reports and tests and all. But I got all A's and one B on my midterm, so that's good. Anyways, please, please review!
Chapter 15
Rated: pg-13
Summary: The counsel of men finally emerges from the room, but what will their decision be? Will Aragorn, who has captured the heart of the shield maiden, turn her away?
Eowyn rose quickly from her seat and ran down the hall, pushing past Legolas and Gimli. She ran to the throne room, just as Hama appeared before her.
"My lady, the King would like to speak with you." Hama guided her into the room and Eowyn knelt before her Uncle.
Her Uncle had returned to the prime of his splendor, with his gold ringlet upon his graying head, his green robe with gold embroidery in the sleeves around his shoulders, tightened with a belt and hanging just below the knee. He stood and placed a sword in her hands.
It was newly made, its steel blade brightly shining in the candle-lit hall. The oak hilt was incased with gold and it's curled up into the form of two prancing horses, their manes and hooves edged with precious silvery- mithril. The sheath was made of leather and green with gold thread hung as tassels from the top.
Eowyn fingered her gift. She loved it. Her old sword had been good, but it was merely nothing more than a child's toy, though she had practiced with her brother and cousin's swords. She smiled up at her Uncle and thanked him with a kiss.
A sad look came to his eye and he cupped her face with his hands. "Farewell, sister-daughter. Dark is the hour, yet maybe we shall return to the Golden Hall. But in Dunharrow the people may long defend themselves, and if the battle go ill, thither will come all who escape."
"No! Don't speak such things, Uncle! A year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return," and as she spoke, her eyes wandered to Aragorn, who stood in the shadow, watching. He caught her stare and turned away.
She looked down at her feet. Her Uncle spoke again and she lifted her head to listen.
"The king shall come again. Fear not, sister-daughter. Not West, but East does our doom await us. Eowyn, take the people into the safe havens under the city. You must led the Eorlingas, care for them while we are away. Stay here and protect Edoras with what you may have, if the city comes under attack while we are away. We must go now. Farwell, beloved sister-daughter. Pray that one day we shall meet again." King Theoden kissed Eowyn on the forehead and hugged her. "Come now, Rohirrim! To Helm's Deep will we go!"
The men filed out of the room, leaving Eowyn standing alone. Legolas and Gimli said quick good byes as they passed and Aragorn bow farewell, but nothing more. Eowyn slowly followed them out after all had gone. She stood on the raised entrance of the Golden Hall and watched them leave the city. She bowed her head, gathering herself.
These days were dark indeed.
~*~
It was in the middle of the afternoon and the sun shone dimly on the city. The terrace garden was just begin to wake from the winter. Fresh green leaves burst to life. The soft, sweet sound of the water from the fountain by the side of the wall floated gently in the air. The beautiful stone archways allowed a good and pleasant view of the entire city. Sitting so comfortable atop the stone wall. The wind blowing hair into the eyes.
Footsteps sounded and voices drew near. Though reluctantly, from having found such a comfortable position in which one could nap, standing because it was custom. Watching and waiting for the voices to turn into people.
One was of an old man. Familiar old shoulder stooped and the thin crown of hair was gray. Sighing eyes seemed to say that he couldn't avoid this disturbance. But following him was something worth waiting for. Golden hair rippling from the breeze was waist long, fair features, a long white gown which actually appeared a bit too big-
Faramir lurked awake, slightly sweating. He looked around. No one was in his chambers, which was actually a hallowed out cave. All of his Rangers were in other small, but dry hallows in the earth. The night was quiet, except for the constant drip of the rain that hadn't ceased since earlier the day before.
Faramir rolled out of his blankets and knelt to drink from a small pool of water that had collected in his hallow, probably while he was sleeping. He cupped his rough hands and drank in the cold, sweet rainwater. Deciding to sit with his legs crossed, he sat in front of his little pool and splashed his warm face. Cold drops of water rolled down his unshaven cheeks and some clung to his brown hair.
He sighed deeply and leaned against the wall, knees up, elbows on knees, with his face in his hands. He rarely had dreams. The last on that he had had been Boromir, floating on the river in a canoe-like boat. His arms were crossed over his chest and his shield lay on his stomach. Boromir's eyes were closed so he looked as if he were sleeping. But his horn, the Horn of Gondor, lay split in half atop his shield. That was not a good sign. Faramir, in his dream, had called to his brother. But Boromir did not stir.
Faramir ran his fingers through his wet hair. The woman had been so beautiful. He smiled, laughing at himself. "My dream lady," he chuckled. "My White Lady." Faramir shook his head, amused with himself. He crawled back over to his make-shift bed on settled down as best he could on the rocky ground. He pushed the dream from his mind then, and drifted back into a dreamless slumber.
~*~ I hope that ya'll like this! I brought Faramir back! I'm open to any suggestions during this time, because the book gives nothing about what Eowyn did after Theoden left her to led the Eorlingas while he went to Helm's Deep. So please, review! I know that I've been slow at this and I'm so sorry! But (oh, here comes the excuse) ya'll know how it is this time of year, with teachers piling the work that they didn't have time to teach you earlier and then they give you lots of reports and tests and all. But I got all A's and one B on my midterm, so that's good. Anyways, please, please review!