Far and Away
Chapter 21
Darkness. That's the first thing that you see after you fall asleep. Well, you don't really see it, I guess, but in ways you do. Then the darkness becomes images. They are your dreams that you see when you are sleeping. Many people don't believe that dreams hold answers to every day life, but some do. Eowyn did. After all, hadn't a lot of what she had dreamed come true? Her parents had died, her brother had been taken away from her, Theodred had died, and Aragorn had rejected her. But that hadn't been all of her dream.
Eowyn's eyelids grew heavy with sleep and she didn't try to fight it off. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was a small, child-like being lying next to her.
~*~
Eowyn's only dream she had dreamt in all her life flashed swiftly through her head. She could almost repeat the dream word for word. After Aragorn had faded into the background, the dream slowed, and became clear.
She bowed her head in shame, wishing to seek death, because everything she loved was gone. Eowyn heard her mother's sweet voice whisper into her ear, like a voice inside you head: "Daughter of Kings, weep not, and go not unto battle seeking the sword and death. One there is who loves you, yet will you not see it?"
Eowyn was surprised. This was different from the other things her mother had told her in her dream. She listened closely.
"Can you not clear your foolish head from your pride, and see that what he offers is not pity, but love? Daughter, you must trust your heart. Don't turn him away, as the other you longed for did to you, for Isildur's heir already has a love, and yet your pride will not see that.
"See with your true heart, Eowyn, and see through the growing shadow that will soon cloud your mind and soul. Valor has not gone, not yet and you will be honored as no other shield maiden has ever before."
A hand gently cupped her face. Eowyn looked up. "Mum?"
Theodwyn smiled lovingly down at her daughter. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind Eowyn's ear and kissed her forehead. Standing Eowyn up, she took Eowyn's hands in hers and said softly, "Daughter, fear not the dark. Instead, conqueror it." She led Eowyn into an open terrace where a cool breeze blew softly. Ivy climbed upon its stonewalls and a small fountain trickled out water.
Theodwyn clasped Eowyn face gently with her hands. "Do not stray too far and away from the truth." She turned Eowyn's face toward the terrace.
Eowyn couldn't see anything at first, and then everything became clear. A young man was standing before them, staring at her. He muttered something barely audible. A blush crept over her cheeks.
She looked back at her mother. Theodwyn tenderly kissed Eowyn's forehead again and paused, resting a hand on her cheek on last time before she backed away and began to fade away.
"See through the shadow. Turn his not away. See with your true heart."
~*~
Eowyn sat up in a cold sweat. Looking nervously around, she began to calm herself down. She held her face in her hand for a moment, trying to figure things out. She never dreamt anything but one dream (with the exception of a rather unusual one a week or two ago), but this time it was different.
She had seen the man before, in her other dream. She tried to picture him again.
His dark hair falling into his face because of the breeze, the soft smile on his face when he saw her. His eyes seemed like endless pools that she could have stare into for hours.
Hadn't he muttered something under his breath? Eowyn thought hard. 'What was it? Ah! Now its fading!' She thought back to her dream, willing her mind to remember what the tall man had said.
Eowyn sighed. The dream had faded from her mind. She couldn't remember anything except for the words her mother had spoken to her. Eowyn rubbed her eyes and yawned, but quickly fell back down when she heard someone coming. She peaked over at the figure that should have been sleeping next to her. Instead, she saw that he had rolled over by one of the trees.
The figure walking stumbled over the creature and cursed softly about bags being in the middle of a path.
The creature sat up, having been awaken from being tripped over and said, "I am no bag, but a bruised Hobbit!"
Eowyn bit her lip to keep from laughing. She felt sorry for Merry, but it was quite funny.
Elfhelm grunted and then walked on his way. Looking back over his should he quietly said, "Well, Master Bag, you'd better pack yourself up, for at sun rise, we match to battle."
The small Hobbit grabbed his blanket and crept back over to the small lean- in. Eowyn rolled away from him and pulled her blanket over her head. Merry got settled in again and then fell back asleep.
Eowyn lay motionless, still thinking about her dream. Elfhelm was right. Even her mother told her not to go to battle if she was seeking death, which in a way she was. She bit her nail, wondering what real battle would be like. She shook her head, trying to settle back down so that she could get a few more precious hours of sleep.
After a while, she finally drifted to sleep.
~*~
Ok, it's a short chapter, but its another chapter.
Linerel: For you, I put Faramir in Eowyn's dream one last time, but I'm not gonna bring him out again until Eowyn actually walks onto the terrace in Minas Tirith and see him face to face (so, basically, when their dream becomes a reality) I can't wait to see Faramir in the movie! (Although I love Legolas too, I like Orlando Bloom better as a person than I like David Wenham, but I like David's character better too!)
Sperry Dee (and Charlie Naz-Bunny): Thanks so much for always reviewing and being supportive, etc! I can't wait till you post another chapter in Firestar. I'm glad you know who Dernhelm is. I don't really know how Elfhelm is because the book doesn't say bunches about him, and I doubt the next movie will, but I like him and I'm glad you think he's nice.
Chapter 21
Darkness. That's the first thing that you see after you fall asleep. Well, you don't really see it, I guess, but in ways you do. Then the darkness becomes images. They are your dreams that you see when you are sleeping. Many people don't believe that dreams hold answers to every day life, but some do. Eowyn did. After all, hadn't a lot of what she had dreamed come true? Her parents had died, her brother had been taken away from her, Theodred had died, and Aragorn had rejected her. But that hadn't been all of her dream.
Eowyn's eyelids grew heavy with sleep and she didn't try to fight it off. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was a small, child-like being lying next to her.
~*~
Eowyn's only dream she had dreamt in all her life flashed swiftly through her head. She could almost repeat the dream word for word. After Aragorn had faded into the background, the dream slowed, and became clear.
She bowed her head in shame, wishing to seek death, because everything she loved was gone. Eowyn heard her mother's sweet voice whisper into her ear, like a voice inside you head: "Daughter of Kings, weep not, and go not unto battle seeking the sword and death. One there is who loves you, yet will you not see it?"
Eowyn was surprised. This was different from the other things her mother had told her in her dream. She listened closely.
"Can you not clear your foolish head from your pride, and see that what he offers is not pity, but love? Daughter, you must trust your heart. Don't turn him away, as the other you longed for did to you, for Isildur's heir already has a love, and yet your pride will not see that.
"See with your true heart, Eowyn, and see through the growing shadow that will soon cloud your mind and soul. Valor has not gone, not yet and you will be honored as no other shield maiden has ever before."
A hand gently cupped her face. Eowyn looked up. "Mum?"
Theodwyn smiled lovingly down at her daughter. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind Eowyn's ear and kissed her forehead. Standing Eowyn up, she took Eowyn's hands in hers and said softly, "Daughter, fear not the dark. Instead, conqueror it." She led Eowyn into an open terrace where a cool breeze blew softly. Ivy climbed upon its stonewalls and a small fountain trickled out water.
Theodwyn clasped Eowyn face gently with her hands. "Do not stray too far and away from the truth." She turned Eowyn's face toward the terrace.
Eowyn couldn't see anything at first, and then everything became clear. A young man was standing before them, staring at her. He muttered something barely audible. A blush crept over her cheeks.
She looked back at her mother. Theodwyn tenderly kissed Eowyn's forehead again and paused, resting a hand on her cheek on last time before she backed away and began to fade away.
"See through the shadow. Turn his not away. See with your true heart."
~*~
Eowyn sat up in a cold sweat. Looking nervously around, she began to calm herself down. She held her face in her hand for a moment, trying to figure things out. She never dreamt anything but one dream (with the exception of a rather unusual one a week or two ago), but this time it was different.
She had seen the man before, in her other dream. She tried to picture him again.
His dark hair falling into his face because of the breeze, the soft smile on his face when he saw her. His eyes seemed like endless pools that she could have stare into for hours.
Hadn't he muttered something under his breath? Eowyn thought hard. 'What was it? Ah! Now its fading!' She thought back to her dream, willing her mind to remember what the tall man had said.
Eowyn sighed. The dream had faded from her mind. She couldn't remember anything except for the words her mother had spoken to her. Eowyn rubbed her eyes and yawned, but quickly fell back down when she heard someone coming. She peaked over at the figure that should have been sleeping next to her. Instead, she saw that he had rolled over by one of the trees.
The figure walking stumbled over the creature and cursed softly about bags being in the middle of a path.
The creature sat up, having been awaken from being tripped over and said, "I am no bag, but a bruised Hobbit!"
Eowyn bit her lip to keep from laughing. She felt sorry for Merry, but it was quite funny.
Elfhelm grunted and then walked on his way. Looking back over his should he quietly said, "Well, Master Bag, you'd better pack yourself up, for at sun rise, we match to battle."
The small Hobbit grabbed his blanket and crept back over to the small lean- in. Eowyn rolled away from him and pulled her blanket over her head. Merry got settled in again and then fell back asleep.
Eowyn lay motionless, still thinking about her dream. Elfhelm was right. Even her mother told her not to go to battle if she was seeking death, which in a way she was. She bit her nail, wondering what real battle would be like. She shook her head, trying to settle back down so that she could get a few more precious hours of sleep.
After a while, she finally drifted to sleep.
~*~
Ok, it's a short chapter, but its another chapter.
Linerel: For you, I put Faramir in Eowyn's dream one last time, but I'm not gonna bring him out again until Eowyn actually walks onto the terrace in Minas Tirith and see him face to face (so, basically, when their dream becomes a reality) I can't wait to see Faramir in the movie! (Although I love Legolas too, I like Orlando Bloom better as a person than I like David Wenham, but I like David's character better too!)
Sperry Dee (and Charlie Naz-Bunny): Thanks so much for always reviewing and being supportive, etc! I can't wait till you post another chapter in Firestar. I'm glad you know who Dernhelm is. I don't really know how Elfhelm is because the book doesn't say bunches about him, and I doubt the next movie will, but I like him and I'm glad you think he's nice.