Far and Away: chpt 26
~*~ And following him was something worth waiting for ~*~
Faramir stared in awe at the woman in front of him. She was even more beautiful than she had been in his dream. Her golden hair was falling into her eyes. Her eyes. They were deep pools of stormy blue. He could have stared into those eyes for hours.
The voice of the warden brought Faramir out of his living dream. "My Lord? Captain Faramir? This is the Lady Eowyn of Rohan and she wishes to speak to the ruler of this city."
Faramir nodded. "Yes, of course," he said. "How might I be of service to you? I'm afraid that I cannot do much, seeing as I am also in the warden's care and have not yet taken up my place in the city." He looked questioningly at the warden. The old man just bowed him head and left the two young people alone.
Faramir looked at Eowyn. "What do you will of me? I will do anything if it is in my power."
Eowyn looked him straight in the eye. "I wish to be released from the care of this House!" She paused and lowered her eyes to the ground. "Forgive me, my lord, but the ladies would have me lie in bed seven more days. I do not wish that!" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I went into battle seeking death and it did not find me! So now, all the others have gone and I cannot follow though I wish that I could!"
Faramir looked at her with awe. Even when she was grieving, her face, though pale, still shone with a beauty that was unmatched.
~*~
Eowyn stood uneasily in front of the man who stood before her. He kept staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to see into her every soul. She turned her face from him.
After a few minutes of deafening silence, she softly asked, "Is there nothing that you can do?"
She looked up slowly at him. He sighed and then said, "No, lady, I cannot do anything because I am also in the care of the warden. Plus, I haven't even taken up my place as Steward of the City yet, and even if I had, I would still listen to the warden's wisdom."
A small flare of anger rose in her, but she put it aside. She stood there in front of the lord and trembled under his tender gaze.
Why did he look at her so? Why did he make her feel helpless, and yet secure; weak, but strong. Why was she trembling? It was only a mere mortal man that stood before her, so why did she feel this way?
A thought suddenly flashed across her mind. He pitied her. She snapped her head toward his direction and pulled herself up to her full height. "My lord, I do not ask for pity, nor do I want I."
~*~
Hearing her sharp words cut deep. He felt hurt for a second, but upon thinking about it, he simply realized that she was frightened.
"My lady, I do not pity you." He looked at her through honest eyes.
Her glare softened and her shoulders slumped. She nodded and then said, "My lord, my room does not face east."
Faramir almost burst out laughing when he heard her whine, but he held it back somehow. He cleared his throat and then said calmly, "Well, all you had to do was ask. I'll make sure that you are moved to room that has a window that does face east."
She nodded her head and whispered thanks and then quietly left.
Faramir stared after his dream as she walked softly away down the hall.
~*~
Eowyn walked back to her room. She laid down on the bed and stared out the window. Even though the sky was dark, the peak of the mountains in the distance and the ivy crawling through the window eased her heartache. She sighed and gently stroked her injured arm. She looked around the room and missed home.
The room was made of stone, not wood. There were no horses galloping across the beams of the ceiling, no foals grazing beside their mothers. There were no fields of gold or great kings that stood graceful watch over their offspring. There were no gold trimmed pillars that surrounded the hallways or courtyards. There was nothing here that reminded her of home, save for the small picture of the Misty Mountains.
She closed her eyes and rested her cool hand across her warm forehead. She still had a slight fever, but she wasn't going to let anything like that take control of her again. She sighed and tried to relax her mind to ease the tension of her body. What had made her so nervous, so uptight?
A soft voice seemed to answer her: "What is it you will of me? If it is in my power, I will do anything." Faramir's face drifted across her mind. His voice was deep, calm and soothing. It comforted her in a strange way. It made her feel safe.
~*~
Faramir watched her walk away and then turned back to the city. He leaned against an archway and rested his head against his forearm
A sudden rush of cold air blew into his face. Faramir stared to the east. His eyes gazed over the desolate landscape in front of him until he finally rested on Osgiliath. He shuttered. Tears welted up in his eyes and he felt them start to course down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them away, but the flood that had started couldn't be stopped.
That was where it all had happen. Where it had all ended. Where he had lost it all. Osgiliath. He breathed in sharply. Horrible memories flooded his mind.
The first defeat at Osgiliath.
His father sending him back to the city. Back to battle. Back to the blood bath massacre.
That was were he had watched Mablung and Damrod die right in front of his eyes. That is where he saw Anborn cry out in pain and slowly suffocate after being shot in the chest. Watching in terrifying horror as his friends died; when he couldn't do anything.
Faramir slumped to the ground. His shoulders shook as he held his tear- stained face in his hands. And he sat and wept bitterly.
~*~*~
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Faramir stared in awe at the woman in front of him. She was even more beautiful than she had been in his dream. Her golden hair was falling into her eyes. Her eyes. They were deep pools of stormy blue. He could have stared into those eyes for hours.
The voice of the warden brought Faramir out of his living dream. "My Lord? Captain Faramir? This is the Lady Eowyn of Rohan and she wishes to speak to the ruler of this city."
Faramir nodded. "Yes, of course," he said. "How might I be of service to you? I'm afraid that I cannot do much, seeing as I am also in the warden's care and have not yet taken up my place in the city." He looked questioningly at the warden. The old man just bowed him head and left the two young people alone.
Faramir looked at Eowyn. "What do you will of me? I will do anything if it is in my power."
Eowyn looked him straight in the eye. "I wish to be released from the care of this House!" She paused and lowered her eyes to the ground. "Forgive me, my lord, but the ladies would have me lie in bed seven more days. I do not wish that!" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I went into battle seeking death and it did not find me! So now, all the others have gone and I cannot follow though I wish that I could!"
Faramir looked at her with awe. Even when she was grieving, her face, though pale, still shone with a beauty that was unmatched.
~*~
Eowyn stood uneasily in front of the man who stood before her. He kept staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to see into her every soul. She turned her face from him.
After a few minutes of deafening silence, she softly asked, "Is there nothing that you can do?"
She looked up slowly at him. He sighed and then said, "No, lady, I cannot do anything because I am also in the care of the warden. Plus, I haven't even taken up my place as Steward of the City yet, and even if I had, I would still listen to the warden's wisdom."
A small flare of anger rose in her, but she put it aside. She stood there in front of the lord and trembled under his tender gaze.
Why did he look at her so? Why did he make her feel helpless, and yet secure; weak, but strong. Why was she trembling? It was only a mere mortal man that stood before her, so why did she feel this way?
A thought suddenly flashed across her mind. He pitied her. She snapped her head toward his direction and pulled herself up to her full height. "My lord, I do not ask for pity, nor do I want I."
~*~
Hearing her sharp words cut deep. He felt hurt for a second, but upon thinking about it, he simply realized that she was frightened.
"My lady, I do not pity you." He looked at her through honest eyes.
Her glare softened and her shoulders slumped. She nodded and then said, "My lord, my room does not face east."
Faramir almost burst out laughing when he heard her whine, but he held it back somehow. He cleared his throat and then said calmly, "Well, all you had to do was ask. I'll make sure that you are moved to room that has a window that does face east."
She nodded her head and whispered thanks and then quietly left.
Faramir stared after his dream as she walked softly away down the hall.
~*~
Eowyn walked back to her room. She laid down on the bed and stared out the window. Even though the sky was dark, the peak of the mountains in the distance and the ivy crawling through the window eased her heartache. She sighed and gently stroked her injured arm. She looked around the room and missed home.
The room was made of stone, not wood. There were no horses galloping across the beams of the ceiling, no foals grazing beside their mothers. There were no fields of gold or great kings that stood graceful watch over their offspring. There were no gold trimmed pillars that surrounded the hallways or courtyards. There was nothing here that reminded her of home, save for the small picture of the Misty Mountains.
She closed her eyes and rested her cool hand across her warm forehead. She still had a slight fever, but she wasn't going to let anything like that take control of her again. She sighed and tried to relax her mind to ease the tension of her body. What had made her so nervous, so uptight?
A soft voice seemed to answer her: "What is it you will of me? If it is in my power, I will do anything." Faramir's face drifted across her mind. His voice was deep, calm and soothing. It comforted her in a strange way. It made her feel safe.
~*~
Faramir watched her walk away and then turned back to the city. He leaned against an archway and rested his head against his forearm
A sudden rush of cold air blew into his face. Faramir stared to the east. His eyes gazed over the desolate landscape in front of him until he finally rested on Osgiliath. He shuttered. Tears welted up in his eyes and he felt them start to course down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them away, but the flood that had started couldn't be stopped.
That was where it all had happen. Where it had all ended. Where he had lost it all. Osgiliath. He breathed in sharply. Horrible memories flooded his mind.
The first defeat at Osgiliath.
His father sending him back to the city. Back to battle. Back to the blood bath massacre.
That was were he had watched Mablung and Damrod die right in front of his eyes. That is where he saw Anborn cry out in pain and slowly suffocate after being shot in the chest. Watching in terrifying horror as his friends died; when he couldn't do anything.
Faramir slumped to the ground. His shoulders shook as he held his tear- stained face in his hands. And he sat and wept bitterly.
~*~*~
SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG. I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SAD, BUT I PROMISE THAT THINGS WILL GET BETTER. EVEN IF IT TAKES A WHILE.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS! YOU ALL ARE AWESOME!