Far and Away (you know the drill.)
She was in way over her head. She couldn't escape this crushing force that she have given into. The darkness pushed her, pulled her, smothered her every soul. There was no way out. It was hopeless. It had always been that way.
Just as she was getting willing to give up her soul completely to the darkness, something made her pause. There was a flutter of a touch on her brow. Not like the gnawing and gnashing of teeth that had been ripping at her flesh moments before. The touch was soft and gentle. Then she heard someone softly call her name. It was distant at first, but it grew stronger as it echoed through her mind.
"Eowyn, Eomund's daughter, awake! Your enemy has passed."
It was the voice that made the darkness flee from her, taking away their smothering hands. She gasped for breath and found that the thickness of the air have left with the darkness. As she breathed in deeply, a warm delicious smell filled her mind. Warmth crept back into her arm and it broke the chains that imprisoned her mind.
She heard the voice call to her again, and this time the voice was near. It was calling her to wake up and not be afraid. But she did not know the voice.
It stopped for a time and then called again. But the voice was different and familiar. The new voice simply called her name.
She turned her head toward the voice and opened her eyes into dim sunlight. She blinked a few times before recognizing who it was beside her. Her confusion turned to joy as she embraced Eomer.
Tears ran down her cheeks. "Eomer!" He wrapped her in his strong arms and quieted her. He stroked her hair and kissed her wet face.
"Eowyn, I thought that I had lost you." Eowyn looked into her brother's face. His face was stained with tears. She smiled and hugged him again.
"You could never lose me, brother."
~*~
Merry sat on a stool in the corner, a mad and tortured look on his face. Eowyn stood and watched as her brother walked away from her.
She sat down angrily on a bench. "It's not fair!" she cried.
Merry lifted his tear strained face. "I know," he whispered. "But that's the way it is. They always end up leaving you behind." He choked back a sob. "I'm never going to see Pippin again!" He burst into tears.
Eowyn looked over as the small form that was bent over sobbing. A feeling of great pity came over her and she got up and stood next to Merry. She got down onto her knees and looked up at him. She gently took his curly head in her hands and looked him in the eye. "Merry, you've done the most honorable and heroic thing here. You saved me and helped kill the King of the Ring Wraiths. I don't know about others, but Merry, you are my hero." She smiled at him. "I know that it hurts to be left behind, you and me both. But we'll do something about it, won't we?"
Merry smiled and nodded. "Thank you Eowyn." He hugged her and kissed her cheek. He hopped down from his stool and marched off to his room.
Eowyn looked after him until he had turned the corner and she stormed off to see who was in charge of this stupid place.
~*~
It was in the middle of the after noon and the sun shone dimly on the city. The terrace garden was just beginning 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.
He was seated so comfortably atop the stone wall, and the wind was blowing his hair into his eyes.
~*~
She followed angrily after the old man, who appearently was terrified of her. She had tried to be civil about the matter, but couldn't hold her temper. She felt bad because it hadn't been the old man's fault, but she had taken out her anger on him. She followed on in silence as he turned into a sunlit area where a young man stood.
~*~
He heard the footsteps sound on the hard stone walkway and the sound of voices as they drew near. He reluctantly stood just because it was custom. He only waited a little longer until the voices showed their persons. One of them was an old man. His familiar old shoulders stooped and his thin crown of hair was gray. His sighing eyes seemed to say that he couldn't avoid this disturbance.
But following him was something worth waiting for.
~*~*~ ok, so plz don't hunt me down and plz still read and review. I've finally updated and I'll be better at that now that our computer finally works again. Next chapter will be their meeting!! Can't wait? Plz review! It'll come fast, I promise!
She was in way over her head. She couldn't escape this crushing force that she have given into. The darkness pushed her, pulled her, smothered her every soul. There was no way out. It was hopeless. It had always been that way.
Just as she was getting willing to give up her soul completely to the darkness, something made her pause. There was a flutter of a touch on her brow. Not like the gnawing and gnashing of teeth that had been ripping at her flesh moments before. The touch was soft and gentle. Then she heard someone softly call her name. It was distant at first, but it grew stronger as it echoed through her mind.
"Eowyn, Eomund's daughter, awake! Your enemy has passed."
It was the voice that made the darkness flee from her, taking away their smothering hands. She gasped for breath and found that the thickness of the air have left with the darkness. As she breathed in deeply, a warm delicious smell filled her mind. Warmth crept back into her arm and it broke the chains that imprisoned her mind.
She heard the voice call to her again, and this time the voice was near. It was calling her to wake up and not be afraid. But she did not know the voice.
It stopped for a time and then called again. But the voice was different and familiar. The new voice simply called her name.
She turned her head toward the voice and opened her eyes into dim sunlight. She blinked a few times before recognizing who it was beside her. Her confusion turned to joy as she embraced Eomer.
Tears ran down her cheeks. "Eomer!" He wrapped her in his strong arms and quieted her. He stroked her hair and kissed her wet face.
"Eowyn, I thought that I had lost you." Eowyn looked into her brother's face. His face was stained with tears. She smiled and hugged him again.
"You could never lose me, brother."
~*~
Merry sat on a stool in the corner, a mad and tortured look on his face. Eowyn stood and watched as her brother walked away from her.
She sat down angrily on a bench. "It's not fair!" she cried.
Merry lifted his tear strained face. "I know," he whispered. "But that's the way it is. They always end up leaving you behind." He choked back a sob. "I'm never going to see Pippin again!" He burst into tears.
Eowyn looked over as the small form that was bent over sobbing. A feeling of great pity came over her and she got up and stood next to Merry. She got down onto her knees and looked up at him. She gently took his curly head in her hands and looked him in the eye. "Merry, you've done the most honorable and heroic thing here. You saved me and helped kill the King of the Ring Wraiths. I don't know about others, but Merry, you are my hero." She smiled at him. "I know that it hurts to be left behind, you and me both. But we'll do something about it, won't we?"
Merry smiled and nodded. "Thank you Eowyn." He hugged her and kissed her cheek. He hopped down from his stool and marched off to his room.
Eowyn looked after him until he had turned the corner and she stormed off to see who was in charge of this stupid place.
~*~
It was in the middle of the after noon and the sun shone dimly on the city. The terrace garden was just beginning 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.
He was seated so comfortably atop the stone wall, and the wind was blowing his hair into his eyes.
~*~
She followed angrily after the old man, who appearently was terrified of her. She had tried to be civil about the matter, but couldn't hold her temper. She felt bad because it hadn't been the old man's fault, but she had taken out her anger on him. She followed on in silence as he turned into a sunlit area where a young man stood.
~*~
He heard the footsteps sound on the hard stone walkway and the sound of voices as they drew near. He reluctantly stood just because it was custom. He only waited a little longer until the voices showed their persons. One of them was an old man. His familiar old shoulders stooped and his thin crown of hair was gray. His sighing eyes seemed to say that he couldn't avoid this disturbance.
But following him was something worth waiting for.
~*~*~ ok, so plz don't hunt me down and plz still read and review. I've finally updated and I'll be better at that now that our computer finally works again. Next chapter will be their meeting!! Can't wait? Plz review! It'll come fast, I promise!