A/N: I am soooooooooo sorry I haven't written in so long. I just have
been super busy with rehearsals for the local community play. Thanks for
being patient with me. Please review and I hope you like this chapter. I
rather like it myself. (
Chapter 7
I did not stop once I started riding until my horse could no longer even trot. I finally stopped and tied her reins to a tree, then pulled the water out of my bag, letting her have the first drinks. She had worked the hardest. I then gave her a carrot in my bag and pulled out one for myself. I settled against a tree, munching on a carrot and sipping my water, being careful not to drink too much as there was still two days of riding ahead of me and the nearest river I knew of was still a day and a half away. I brought one of my books, settled in my bed roll, and fell asleep to the sweet philosophies of old.
The next day was pretty much the same as the last, only for food, we had bread instead of carrots, though I don't the Éorlda liked it as much. I could hardly sleep that night, knowing in a few hours, I would be seeing my love at last after such a long, treacherous wait.
As I rode, I was hardly thinking at all about riding. Fortunately, Éorlda knew the way. As soon as I saw the glory of the White City I jumped off of Éorlda mid ride and ran the whole way there. I ran straight to the Hall of the King. They let me in without a word, recognizing me as the Princess of Rohan and the soon-to-be wife of the Steward. When I saw Aragorn, I curtsied. He smiled and said, "Éowyn!" and began walking down the stairs to where I stood. I would have said something to him, but could only smile as I panted. "My.Lord.so good to.see you," I replied. He laughed heartily and said, "My dear Lady, you must catch your breath as I lead you to the Houses." I smiled and nodded.
He took the crook of my arm and we began walking to the Houses of Healing. Once I caught my breath, I said, "Where is the Queen of Gondor?" He smiled but said nothing. "My Lord?" I asked. "She is doing nothing you need worry about now." I puzzled over this, but my thoughts were interrupted by Aragorn's voice. "Faramir had been most worried about you, Princess. He asks of you every day." I felt my cheeks turn red and looked away. "How is he?" I said to the grass. "He is better, but he still has a slight fever and headache. You have chosen well, Éowyn. Your uncle would have been most pleased I can assure you." A tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it away, as I dared not look at him. "You do not have to that. I know the feeling of loss well. Look at me, my Lady," he commanded, and without even thinking, I did. "It is acceptable for you to mourn the loss of your King, much like a father to you. But remember, he died in honor and with love in his heart for you. Do not forget that." We were silent the rest of the way. As tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I felt a release in me and smiled. It was so nice to let it go, and I thought of my uncle and his bravery.
"He is in this room. I should like to speak to you again after you visit him," Aragorn told me. "Of course," I smiled. He bowed then left. My palms were sweaty as I silently entered the room. Faramir was propped up against many pillows, and was pale and sweaty, almost asleep looking out the window. I stood, watching him, then waiting for him to close his eyes, walked over to him and kissed his brow. He gently opened his eyes, looking about until he saw me. He smiled weakly. I pulled up a chair and sat down next to his bed. "Éowyn," he whispered. I laughed and grabbed his hand, holding it. "What were you looking for, my love?" I asked him softly. He didn't answer for a moment, then said, "You. I knew you would come." A tear fell out of my and dropped onto his hand. He wiped my tears away and said, "I love you, shield maiden of Rohan."
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please please please please please pleassssssssssssssseeeeeeeeee review!
Chapter 7
I did not stop once I started riding until my horse could no longer even trot. I finally stopped and tied her reins to a tree, then pulled the water out of my bag, letting her have the first drinks. She had worked the hardest. I then gave her a carrot in my bag and pulled out one for myself. I settled against a tree, munching on a carrot and sipping my water, being careful not to drink too much as there was still two days of riding ahead of me and the nearest river I knew of was still a day and a half away. I brought one of my books, settled in my bed roll, and fell asleep to the sweet philosophies of old.
The next day was pretty much the same as the last, only for food, we had bread instead of carrots, though I don't the Éorlda liked it as much. I could hardly sleep that night, knowing in a few hours, I would be seeing my love at last after such a long, treacherous wait.
As I rode, I was hardly thinking at all about riding. Fortunately, Éorlda knew the way. As soon as I saw the glory of the White City I jumped off of Éorlda mid ride and ran the whole way there. I ran straight to the Hall of the King. They let me in without a word, recognizing me as the Princess of Rohan and the soon-to-be wife of the Steward. When I saw Aragorn, I curtsied. He smiled and said, "Éowyn!" and began walking down the stairs to where I stood. I would have said something to him, but could only smile as I panted. "My.Lord.so good to.see you," I replied. He laughed heartily and said, "My dear Lady, you must catch your breath as I lead you to the Houses." I smiled and nodded.
He took the crook of my arm and we began walking to the Houses of Healing. Once I caught my breath, I said, "Where is the Queen of Gondor?" He smiled but said nothing. "My Lord?" I asked. "She is doing nothing you need worry about now." I puzzled over this, but my thoughts were interrupted by Aragorn's voice. "Faramir had been most worried about you, Princess. He asks of you every day." I felt my cheeks turn red and looked away. "How is he?" I said to the grass. "He is better, but he still has a slight fever and headache. You have chosen well, Éowyn. Your uncle would have been most pleased I can assure you." A tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it away, as I dared not look at him. "You do not have to that. I know the feeling of loss well. Look at me, my Lady," he commanded, and without even thinking, I did. "It is acceptable for you to mourn the loss of your King, much like a father to you. But remember, he died in honor and with love in his heart for you. Do not forget that." We were silent the rest of the way. As tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I felt a release in me and smiled. It was so nice to let it go, and I thought of my uncle and his bravery.
"He is in this room. I should like to speak to you again after you visit him," Aragorn told me. "Of course," I smiled. He bowed then left. My palms were sweaty as I silently entered the room. Faramir was propped up against many pillows, and was pale and sweaty, almost asleep looking out the window. I stood, watching him, then waiting for him to close his eyes, walked over to him and kissed his brow. He gently opened his eyes, looking about until he saw me. He smiled weakly. I pulled up a chair and sat down next to his bed. "Éowyn," he whispered. I laughed and grabbed his hand, holding it. "What were you looking for, my love?" I asked him softly. He didn't answer for a moment, then said, "You. I knew you would come." A tear fell out of my and dropped onto his hand. He wiped my tears away and said, "I love you, shield maiden of Rohan."
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please please please please please pleassssssssssssssseeeeeeeeee review!
