Far and Away
Chapter 24
Rated: pg-13
Long blonde hair gently blowing in the breeze. Sitting high on the terrace wall, looking over the plains of her homeland. This was home.
The deep blue skies. The rich brown of the mountains in the distance that tumbled up to the sky and peaked white. The great varieties of gold that rippled their heads, nodding their grainy bodies with the wind.
The coolness of the afternoon's breeze through her hair, the warmth of the sunshine dancing upon her cheeks.
The smell of wild strawberries and the apple blossoms.
The sound of her father's strong, commanding voice, calling out orders and the faint noise of her mother working in the kitchen.
So many memories that were building up inside. A beautiful dream that was playing its part.
An old familiar song sprung to her mind, the words soft and flowing, sung in her mother's soothing voice:
A time of joy So great as this.
The times will pass, With grace will rise.
Time will come, close at hand When shadow falls And darkness covers land.
Through the ashes Light may shine.
Turn you eyes upon your beloved Let your heart guide your path.
No. No. No. NO!
Eowyn jerked awake screaming.
The battle. Merry. Uncle. Eomer. Were they all dead? No. It couldn't be so. She tried to move, to sit up, but it seemed she was strapped down. She opened her eyes, but it was no different that if they had been closed. She was in darkness. Consumed in an eternal night that pressed around her.
Voices hissed at her, mumbling things that she didn't understand. How had she come to be in this hell? Who had brought her here? What had she ever done to deserve this?
Eowyn struggled, screamed, tried to find a way out, any possible escape. Nightmares clawed at her memory. Terror filled her heart. There was no escape.
Everything was cold. The stony ground on which she was restrained to, the icy feeling constantly creeping up her arm. Tears dropped from her cheeks. Why was this happening? What was going on? There it was. Her worst fears come true. Caged. Trapped. Behind invisible bars of darkness that imprisoned her very mind.
The air around her was slowly becoming thick; the coldness stung her cheeks and cut her throat. Eowyn's heart raced in her chest. This was tormenting her mind. She couldn't keep going like this. The struggle was too much. The pull on her soul was a battle too big for she herself to win. Eowyn trembled with fear. Then she let the darkness take her.
~*~*~*~
The pain wasn't so bad; it was the darkness that he just couldn't seem to get out of. His arm is the only thing that hurt very badly. And every once in a while, the darkness would lift a little and he could see Pippin walked up and down the length of the room.
His cousin looked very worried and Merry didn't know why. He tried to sit up a few times, but he was too weak to rise. Merry sighed. He was cold and tired. He just closed his eyes and drifted off into the coming darkness.
~*~*~*~
His flesh burned. It was a cold fire that sat upon his back and spread throughout his entire body. It hurt to breath, it hurt to move. Fiery darkness surrounded him.
He was so confused about what had happen. He remembered the battle at the River's side, but everything else was hazy. He remembered bits and pieces, but just barely. There was something to do with his father and fire, but it wasn't clear.
What was clear is that he was somewhere he didn't want to be. And as much as he fought against the darkness, it was winning.
~*~*~*~
mwaha! Ok, so please don't kill me. I'm trying my hardest to drag it out as long as possible so I can see the movie before I go into full detail of the Return of the King part of the story, but it looks like I'll just go on. I'll start on the healing for the next chapter, and yes, I know that I brought Faramir back into it sooner than I promised. Anyways. *ok, well, the movie wasn't that much help since it didn't include the House of Healing..(sorry, spoiler!) but that's ok, cause now I can just go on!
Long blonde hair gently blowing in the breeze. Sitting high on the terrace wall, looking over the plains of her homeland. This was home.
The deep blue skies. The rich brown of the mountains in the distance that tumbled up to the sky and peaked white. The great varieties of gold that rippled their heads, nodding their grainy bodies with the wind.
The coolness of the afternoon's breeze through her hair, the warmth of the sunshine dancing upon her cheeks.
The smell of wild strawberries and the apple blossoms.
The sound of her father's strong, commanding voice, calling out orders and the faint noise of her mother working in the kitchen.
So many memories that were building up inside. A beautiful dream that was playing its part.
An old familiar song sprung to her mind, the words soft and flowing, sung in her mother's soothing voice:
A time of joy So great as this.
The times will pass, With grace will rise.
Time will come, close at hand When shadow falls And darkness covers land.
Through the ashes Light may shine.
Turn you eyes upon your beloved Let your heart guide your path.
No. No. No. NO!
Eowyn jerked awake screaming.
The battle. Merry. Uncle. Eomer. Were they all dead? No. It couldn't be so. She tried to move, to sit up, but it seemed she was strapped down. She opened her eyes, but it was no different that if they had been closed. She was in darkness. Consumed in an eternal night that pressed around her.
Voices hissed at her, mumbling things that she didn't understand. How had she come to be in this hell? Who had brought her here? What had she ever done to deserve this?
Eowyn struggled, screamed, tried to find a way out, any possible escape. Nightmares clawed at her memory. Terror filled her heart. There was no escape.
Everything was cold. The stony ground on which she was restrained to, the icy feeling constantly creeping up her arm. Tears dropped from her cheeks. Why was this happening? What was going on? There it was. Her worst fears come true. Caged. Trapped. Behind invisible bars of darkness that imprisoned her very mind.
The air around her was slowly becoming thick; the coldness stung her cheeks and cut her throat. Eowyn's heart raced in her chest. This was tormenting her mind. She couldn't keep going like this. The struggle was too much. The pull on her soul was a battle too big for she herself to win. Eowyn trembled with fear. Then she let the darkness take her.
~*~*~*~
The pain wasn't so bad; it was the darkness that he just couldn't seem to get out of. His arm is the only thing that hurt very badly. And every once in a while, the darkness would lift a little and he could see Pippin walked up and down the length of the room.
His cousin looked very worried and Merry didn't know why. He tried to sit up a few times, but he was too weak to rise. Merry sighed. He was cold and tired. He just closed his eyes and drifted off into the coming darkness.
~*~*~*~
His flesh burned. It was a cold fire that sat upon his back and spread throughout his entire body. It hurt to breath, it hurt to move. Fiery darkness surrounded him.
He was so confused about what had happen. He remembered the battle at the River's side, but everything else was hazy. He remembered bits and pieces, but just barely. There was something to do with his father and fire, but it wasn't clear.
What was clear is that he was somewhere he didn't want to be. And as much as he fought against the darkness, it was winning.
~*~*~*~
mwaha! Ok, so please don't kill me. I'm trying my hardest to drag it out as long as possible so I can see the movie before I go into full detail of the Return of the King part of the story, but it looks like I'll just go on. I'll start on the healing for the next chapter, and yes, I know that I brought Faramir back into it sooner than I promised. Anyways. *ok, well, the movie wasn't that much help since it didn't include the House of Healing..(sorry, spoiler!) but that's ok, cause now I can just go on!