"Wake up, wake up," a vice said. Eowyn knew that voice.
She tried looked around. All she could see was darkness.
"Wake up," the voice pleaded.
'There was that voice again,' she thought to herself. She knew where she was now. Although it was still confusing of what happened.
"You thought you could kill me," she said coldly.
'What?" the voice came again.
"You thought you could kill me, but you failed," she said again.
"No. What are you talking about?" asked the voice. It pleaded that she would listen. Eowyn ignored it.
'Listen to him,' the voice in her head said to her, but her heart said something different.
"Please," the voice pleaded.
'Am I dreaming?' she thought. Something was wrong with this picture. Something strange, she knew where she was, but she didn't know who she was or who she was talking to. All she could say was 'You thought you could kill me.'
"You thought you could kill me!" she said maliciously.
"No," the voice said.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Eowyn.
"Yes," the voice replied.
"Do you know where we are?" she asked. The voice seemed trustworthy to her. It was silky smooth, like another voice she had heard before. Suddenly she doubted that she was dreaming.
"Am I dreaming?" she asked the voice.
"No, and I do know where we are," the voice replied.
"Why can't I open my eyes?" she asked the voice.
"They are swollen shut," the voice replied sadly.
"Why can't I move my arm?" she asked.
"It is broken," the voice replied in a tone that felt like a light.
"Am I dead?" she asked. It may have seemed like a silly question, but she wanted to know everything.
"No," the voice replied.
"Do you know who did this to me?" she asked him. It was a question that would make anyone guilty if they knew, for her body was cut and bruised. Her arm was broken, her eyes were swollen shut, her body was stained with not only Faramir's blood, but with her blood too. Her neck was sprained from the fall off the horse, and her body had deep cuts and stabs covering it.
The voice faltered for a moment, "Yes."
"Tell me," Eowyn responded coldly.
"I-I did," the voice replied.
"Why?" she asked. She was testing if it was lying.
"Because you pulled your sword on me," the voice said angrlily. It lost its beautiful glossy tone.
"Why did I do that?" she asked.
"Because I had said something that had made you upset," the voice responded in a liquid tone.
"Oh," Eowyn said in angst. She tried to move her neck, but then realized that it had been sprained from the fall off the horse.
"Help me open my eyes," she said
"I can't," the voice replied.
"Why?" she asked.
"My hand is slit, I would prefer not to infect it even more with a dirty bloody hand," the voice said.
"You are not an angel?" she asked mournfully?
"No," the voice replied. She strained to open her eyes. She managed to open them a crack enough to see an outline of the owner of the voice. She immediately recognized the figure.
"Why are you being kind to me?" she asked
"Because you..." the voice faded off.
"Why?" she asked again.
"Because you gave me a new light a long time ago, and I am honoring that," the voice replied.
"Who are you?" she asked. She already knew who it was, but she wanted to find out for sure.
"Faramir?" she spoke again.
The figure that she could just barely see bowed its head, "Yes."
"Oh," she said sadly. "I see now." She opened her eyes a little bit wider. She could now see that they were still sitting in that blood stained cavern.
"Get me up," she said.
"No," Faramir replied.
"Why?" she asked. She tried to move but the pain was to much even for her. She let out a small grunt of pain.
"That's why," Faramir said again.
Eowyn tried to move again, but the same thing happened. She could not move. She had forgotten why she had even come to the cavern, but suddenly memories and scenes flooded her mind. She saw herself stabbing Faramir in the stomach. She saw her son's empty bed and knew why she had come.
"We have to go!" Eowyn exclaimed.
"No, you cannot move," Faramir replied.
Eowyn tried to get up, but before she could even try to get her back up she felt a sharp pain as someone pushed down on her stomach.
"Ow!" she exclaimed.
"What?!" asked Faramir who was now quite worried. He thrust up the top of her dress to see a wound the size of a chipmunk on her stomach. Blood still poured out of it. He ripped a piece of his shirt off and dressed the wound.
"What's wrong?" Eowyn asked in alarm.
"I cannot tell you," he replied.
"What?" That was the last thing she said before everything went dark and all she could see was the eyes of Faramir and the eyes of the horses. The lights of the cavern had gone out on their own, or was it someone else that had turned them off?
She tried looked around. All she could see was darkness.
"Wake up," the voice pleaded.
'There was that voice again,' she thought to herself. She knew where she was now. Although it was still confusing of what happened.
"You thought you could kill me," she said coldly.
'What?" the voice came again.
"You thought you could kill me, but you failed," she said again.
"No. What are you talking about?" asked the voice. It pleaded that she would listen. Eowyn ignored it.
'Listen to him,' the voice in her head said to her, but her heart said something different.
"Please," the voice pleaded.
'Am I dreaming?' she thought. Something was wrong with this picture. Something strange, she knew where she was, but she didn't know who she was or who she was talking to. All she could say was 'You thought you could kill me.'
"You thought you could kill me!" she said maliciously.
"No," the voice said.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Eowyn.
"Yes," the voice replied.
"Do you know where we are?" she asked. The voice seemed trustworthy to her. It was silky smooth, like another voice she had heard before. Suddenly she doubted that she was dreaming.
"Am I dreaming?" she asked the voice.
"No, and I do know where we are," the voice replied.
"Why can't I open my eyes?" she asked the voice.
"They are swollen shut," the voice replied sadly.
"Why can't I move my arm?" she asked.
"It is broken," the voice replied in a tone that felt like a light.
"Am I dead?" she asked. It may have seemed like a silly question, but she wanted to know everything.
"No," the voice replied.
"Do you know who did this to me?" she asked him. It was a question that would make anyone guilty if they knew, for her body was cut and bruised. Her arm was broken, her eyes were swollen shut, her body was stained with not only Faramir's blood, but with her blood too. Her neck was sprained from the fall off the horse, and her body had deep cuts and stabs covering it.
The voice faltered for a moment, "Yes."
"Tell me," Eowyn responded coldly.
"I-I did," the voice replied.
"Why?" she asked. She was testing if it was lying.
"Because you pulled your sword on me," the voice said angrlily. It lost its beautiful glossy tone.
"Why did I do that?" she asked.
"Because I had said something that had made you upset," the voice responded in a liquid tone.
"Oh," Eowyn said in angst. She tried to move her neck, but then realized that it had been sprained from the fall off the horse.
"Help me open my eyes," she said
"I can't," the voice replied.
"Why?" she asked.
"My hand is slit, I would prefer not to infect it even more with a dirty bloody hand," the voice said.
"You are not an angel?" she asked mournfully?
"No," the voice replied. She strained to open her eyes. She managed to open them a crack enough to see an outline of the owner of the voice. She immediately recognized the figure.
"Why are you being kind to me?" she asked
"Because you..." the voice faded off.
"Why?" she asked again.
"Because you gave me a new light a long time ago, and I am honoring that," the voice replied.
"Who are you?" she asked. She already knew who it was, but she wanted to find out for sure.
"Faramir?" she spoke again.
The figure that she could just barely see bowed its head, "Yes."
"Oh," she said sadly. "I see now." She opened her eyes a little bit wider. She could now see that they were still sitting in that blood stained cavern.
"Get me up," she said.
"No," Faramir replied.
"Why?" she asked. She tried to move but the pain was to much even for her. She let out a small grunt of pain.
"That's why," Faramir said again.
Eowyn tried to move again, but the same thing happened. She could not move. She had forgotten why she had even come to the cavern, but suddenly memories and scenes flooded her mind. She saw herself stabbing Faramir in the stomach. She saw her son's empty bed and knew why she had come.
"We have to go!" Eowyn exclaimed.
"No, you cannot move," Faramir replied.
Eowyn tried to get up, but before she could even try to get her back up she felt a sharp pain as someone pushed down on her stomach.
"Ow!" she exclaimed.
"What?!" asked Faramir who was now quite worried. He thrust up the top of her dress to see a wound the size of a chipmunk on her stomach. Blood still poured out of it. He ripped a piece of his shirt off and dressed the wound.
"What's wrong?" Eowyn asked in alarm.
"I cannot tell you," he replied.
"What?" That was the last thing she said before everything went dark and all she could see was the eyes of Faramir and the eyes of the horses. The lights of the cavern had gone out on their own, or was it someone else that had turned them off?