Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match
I admit, I invented Linwe; I briefly considered using Galadriel, but that seemed silly. Everything else was made by Tolkien/Peter Jackson. Then I changed it. Silly me.
The title is from Fiddler on the Roof: it's a song lyric.
Enjoy.
-The Author
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"Urgh, the world is a mess."
Linwe looked to Figwit for an answer. He shrugged.
"You'd think with the Ring destroyed, the world could just clean itself up." Linwe sighed. "But look at them. The White Lady lies dying and despairing in the Houses of Healing, Samwise Gamgee is silent in the Citadel, Faramir is wary of the people who try to save him, Eomer King is lost in his own halls, and Aragorn." She growled, low in her throat; a strange noise from an elf. "Too long have I worked on Aragorn. Too well have I worked on Aragorn."
Figwit patted her hand.
"Our heroes are losing their lives, Figwit," Linwe said. "Something must be done. In fact, something will be done. But what?"
Figwit thought a moment.
Linwe ventured to her washbasin. Hers was not as highly praised as the Lady Galadriel's, but it still did the trick. She filled it with water, and watched as the map of Middle-Earth flitted across its surface. She flicked her hand; it paused at Gondor, and, following her will, centered to the Citadel, where all of her heroes lay (for it was night, and Men have a tendency to sleep at night). Two were in the Houses of Healing; Fair Eowyn and wise Faramir.
"Fair, Faramir," she said. "Hmm. Lady Eowyn lies waiting in despair for her own death. Faramir is no different, only he paces." She smiled. "If her infatuation with Aragorn is any indication, she only enjoys the company of great men."
Figwit smiled.
"And Faramir, though not my favorite, is certainly a great man." Linwe tapped her lip. "But what would he see in her…"
Figwit looked at her incredulously.
"I know she slew the Witch King," Linwe said. "But is that to be her only reknown? Is she not beautiful? Is she not intelligent, does she not have greatness exuding from her at such a rate that it is no wonder she collapses from the use of it? Shall she not be a savior not only of the lands, but of her people?"
Figwit raised his eyebrows.
"There is a difference," Linwe insisted.
Figwit shrugged.
Linwe sat across from him. "She is greater than that," she said. "She is strong in body and mind, and beautiful, but so fragile and cold in person. Such a woman would be such a unique challenge to a man who enjoys challenges." She sat up straight up now, excited at having thought it the whole way through. "She can meet him on his level; and his level is such that he would enjoy a woman who is at his level. It is decided," she told him. "The Lady Eowyn and the Captain of Gondor shall be met and wed. But how? If she continues to lie in her bed she will die, or just go unnoticed by her pacing lover."
Figwit made a small move to show he was listening, but he wondered when Faramir had become Eowyn's lover. It seemed rather presumptuous.
"You will send her dreams," Linwe told him. Figwit didn't look surprised; nearly all her schemes involved him, or dreams, or both at the same time. It seemed to be the only reason she kept the near-silent elf around, for she, with all her manipulation of water reflections and thoughtful ponderings of other creature's lives, couldn't manipulate a sleep pattern for the world. Figwit simply waited for what dreams he should send the Lady of Rohan.
Linwe went to her waterbasin, and splashed her finger in it a bit until she came to the image of Faramir, pacing the Gardens.
"You must make her wish to leave her bed," Linwe told him. "She sees honor in combat. Give her dreams of war. She will wish to join the fight at the Black Gates, a decision that must be made by the Steward of Gondor, Faramir, whether he wants to be or not."
Linwe turned and smiled at her friend. He smiled back.
"This will be fun," she said.
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Figwit? Who's Figwit? Check it out on the web. I'd give you the website, but the site keeps on deleting the link and everything after the link. Kinda creepy, actually. Go on "google" and enter in "Figwit." You should get a .net site.