A/N: Back to normal perspective now. In this chapter, Éowyn gets the
letter and we see her reaction.
Chapter 6
I was sitting glumly in my room. There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled from my bed. The doorknob turned and my brother appeared. He drew a chair up to the bed. "Sister, please eat something. You haven't been to a meal in six days." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry, Brother," I replied softly. He stared at me for a while then said, "Sister, you grow pale and sickly. The few times you leave your room, you look weak and brittle. Please listen to me. You must eat something. Or take some medicine. Look at me, Éowyn." I did. He continued, "Faramir is a wonderful warrior. He is a brave man. He has not died." I again looked to the window, waiting for a Gondorian messenger horse to appear. He exhaled deeply. "I will leave you then sister," he said, standing up. I looked at him and saw a tear roll down his cheek. What I did not know then, is that that was the last time I would see him for a year.
Three days later, the messenger arrived, but I was sleeping when it arrived and could not greet him myself. My brother brought the letter to me personally. I opened my eyes blearily to see the letter on my nightstand and the swish of Éomer's cloak leaving the room.
I saw the seal of the king and tore it open. It read: To the Lady Éowyn of Rohan,
In this letter, I will be addressing the state of Faramir, son of Denethor, steward of Gondor. Two weeks ago, he collapsed in my hall while under command of me. He was rushed to the Houses of Healing. It was deduced that he collapsed because of being under to much pressure and having a relapse. He was healed enough to awake and it is still under the charge of the head Healer. He is well enough for visitors.
But Lady, let it be known, as soon as he awoke, he asked that a letter be sent to you. Aragorn I put the letter back in it's envelope. I suddenly felt a new strength running through me. I sprang from my bed and got dressed in my riding clothes, packing all of my clothes that I could fit in my saddle bag, plus a brush, a jar of water from my pitcher, and quickly ran to the kitchens for enough food to last me to Gondor, stuffing it in my bag also. I was about to leave when I remembered something. Éomer,
I must leave to see Faramir. He is well, but I can't sit here idly without seeing him. I should be back soon. Your sister I ran to the servants quarters to find Helen. She was knitting. When she saw me she tried to hide the knitting needles. "I will not tell the king, Helen. But you must promise me something. Give this letter to the King in three days time. That will give me enough time to get away without them being able to catch up," I told her hurriedly and pecked her on the cheek. "Thank you, Helen," I smiled. Then I ran out of the kitchens and to the stables.
A/N: Sorry it's so short! Please review!
Chapter 6
I was sitting glumly in my room. There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled from my bed. The doorknob turned and my brother appeared. He drew a chair up to the bed. "Sister, please eat something. You haven't been to a meal in six days." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry, Brother," I replied softly. He stared at me for a while then said, "Sister, you grow pale and sickly. The few times you leave your room, you look weak and brittle. Please listen to me. You must eat something. Or take some medicine. Look at me, Éowyn." I did. He continued, "Faramir is a wonderful warrior. He is a brave man. He has not died." I again looked to the window, waiting for a Gondorian messenger horse to appear. He exhaled deeply. "I will leave you then sister," he said, standing up. I looked at him and saw a tear roll down his cheek. What I did not know then, is that that was the last time I would see him for a year.
Three days later, the messenger arrived, but I was sleeping when it arrived and could not greet him myself. My brother brought the letter to me personally. I opened my eyes blearily to see the letter on my nightstand and the swish of Éomer's cloak leaving the room.
I saw the seal of the king and tore it open. It read: To the Lady Éowyn of Rohan,
In this letter, I will be addressing the state of Faramir, son of Denethor, steward of Gondor. Two weeks ago, he collapsed in my hall while under command of me. He was rushed to the Houses of Healing. It was deduced that he collapsed because of being under to much pressure and having a relapse. He was healed enough to awake and it is still under the charge of the head Healer. He is well enough for visitors.
But Lady, let it be known, as soon as he awoke, he asked that a letter be sent to you. Aragorn I put the letter back in it's envelope. I suddenly felt a new strength running through me. I sprang from my bed and got dressed in my riding clothes, packing all of my clothes that I could fit in my saddle bag, plus a brush, a jar of water from my pitcher, and quickly ran to the kitchens for enough food to last me to Gondor, stuffing it in my bag also. I was about to leave when I remembered something. Éomer,
I must leave to see Faramir. He is well, but I can't sit here idly without seeing him. I should be back soon. Your sister I ran to the servants quarters to find Helen. She was knitting. When she saw me she tried to hide the knitting needles. "I will not tell the king, Helen. But you must promise me something. Give this letter to the King in three days time. That will give me enough time to get away without them being able to catch up," I told her hurriedly and pecked her on the cheek. "Thank you, Helen," I smiled. Then I ran out of the kitchens and to the stables.
A/N: Sorry it's so short! Please review!
