Disclaimer: okay so no I'm not a rich dead guy last time I checked so of course this I do not own the best work of literate of the twentieth century but who own Frodo could be debatable (okay its not but I like to imagine I do) okay enough of this on with the story

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Smiling Obsidian Soul

He was going through her things at last. It had been three long, painful years and he still wasn't ready. The minute his hands unlocked the desk, he felt tears sliding down his cheeks. He knew he had to do this, so he went on despite the tears treading down his face. The first thing he came to was a sliver-gilded book with the emblems of Minas Tirith, Rohan, and Ithilien. He quickly set it aside as if he had been burned. After about an hour, he could endure no more of the torture. He took the book back to his room and sat it on the table. A few days passed, and he felt like he could read it. He touched it as if it would break if he held it too tightly.

Carefully, he opened the book, knowing all too well what lay inside. He began to read the first entry, tears already stinging his eyes. He just wanted to understand...

Dear Diary,

This is an utter waste of time. But it was a present, and I made a promise to Faramir to write in it at least once a week, no matter how trivial I find it. I made a promise. I am sitting here, looking out on this forest, and I find it suffocating. I find myself not able to breathe sometimes. It was never this constricting in Edoras, and there I was confined even more. There are just too many duties that I have! As a lady, a healer, a wife, a stewardess...all these things and many more. I sometimes cannot bear this weight, for I know my true self. I am a shield maiden of Rohan. In my heart, I know this. I long for fresh air and the closeness of a weapon, always at the ready. Here, I cannot even carry a simple dagger! The constraints are like a noose, tightening sickeningly slowly, and some days I can stand it. Others are unbearable. What am I doing? Bearing my soul to a book that could betray me...

Well, I must depart...

Lady Eowyn of Ithilien

He closed the book after the first entry, and broke down completely. He could not stop the sobs that racked his body. It hurt so much to read these words... but he was desperate for some explanation, and knew this was the only way to get it. 'Tomorrow,' he thought.