well, the new chapter is up. I hope you like it :)
Eowyn was in the houses of healing, lying on her bed. She had never remembered feeling like this before. Yes, she had endured pain and loss , but not anything like this. Eowyn had never been scared in her life. She had never felt out of control of her body and actions. How could she ever be herself again, if he was always here? She had just heard his voice, and what did she do? She gaped at him, speechless, than turned and ran, completely out of control, tears coursing down her cheeks, of sadness or joy, she didn't know. She ran and ran, her feet pounding the hard gravel of the streets, until she went to her ward, burst through the doors, and collapsed on her bed. She was so scared, so frightened, that one man could do this to her, when hords of armies couldn't. So she wept. Tears of joy, of sadness,of fright, of what she didn't know. But she wept.
It was the next day, a beautiful day with sun and no clouds, and Eowyn had woken up feeling much more calm, and in control of herself, and dressed and dined with a light heart. She was quite keen on going to the armory again today, but she promised herself that she would never see him again, never bring upon her this madness that he only could seem to create. She would forget about him, what pain she had endured because of him, how he had crushed her life once before. She didn't need him to be happy, and she would show him that. Assuring herself made her feel much better, and she was just getting ready to climb down her balcony into the street when there came a knock of the door.
"M'lady Eowyn, I am sorry for the interruption, but you have a visitor," came the healer's voice on the other side of the door.
Eowyn opened the door, to see her healer accompanied by someone else. A tall, dark stranger, with a grey cloak and a smile.
Oh dear gods.
It was him.
Just when Eowyn thought she was getting over everything he appeared in the doorway, making her heart beat faster and her mind to go awry. Then she remembered yesterday, and her cheeks burned with embaressment.
" I was just wondering if I could have a word with you, M'lady," he said.
"Oh yes, of course," croaked Eowyn.
The healer left and he closed the door. He motioned for her to sit, and she did, trying not to collapse or show what a strain this was for her. She was a shieldmaiden, after all.
She waited for him to say something, about why he had come, but he was busying himself with his cloak, which had come undone.
" I just came here to ask you if you were alright," he finally spoke. " After yesterday," he clarified.
Eowyn felt her cheeks burn even more. So this was why he had come. To question her undignified behavior. As if she needed reminding.
"I'm sorry, my lord," she replied." I do not know why I acted that way."
He didn't look completely satisfied with that answer, but didn't question any more.
For some reason unknown to her, Eowyn felt a lump in her throat beginning to form, and her eyes were starting to get moist. He looked worried that he had hurt her somehow, as he noticed these symptoms. Eowyn opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but needed a bit of fresh air, but the words never got out. Instead the barrier holding her tears back burst, and she found herself crying, openly, in front of the man that she was trying to show no emotion to, to forget. But she didn't care anymore. All she could feel was sadness, sadness for her uncle, her cousin, her parents, and even herself. She didn't know why seeing him would evoke this in her, but perhaps it was because he was the remnant of her happiness, he was the only one who had brought joy to her heart ever since her parents died, and he was the reminder of what she had lost.
Eowyn felt his hands on her back, worried tones coming from his mouth, but what the words were she didn't know. She was locked in her past, her memories, her pain, and she realised there that the only way to heal herself was to confront everything she had tried to run away from. That included him. She steeled herself for what she was about to do, and raised her face out of her hands, and looked straight into his eyes. When she did that, something changed. The sadness inside of her was still there, but looking into his eyes made her calm, and she felt not afraid of what she was going to do. She opened her mouth, wondering how to begin.
Then it all came out. Everything. She could not look at him anymore, but concentrated all her efforts on getting all she needed to say out of her mouth. She told him how she had been hurt and lonely ever since her parents had died, but tried to be strong. She told him how she was closing off all her connections to the outside world, one by one. She told him how she never let anyone into the icy barrier surrounding her heart. How when her uncle got sick, she tended to him, and watched as the last father figure to her wilted like a lily in winter. Then, with apprehension, she told him that he was the one that made her heart happy, he was the one that ended the winter and started the spring, and how she admired him. She told him how when he went away,told her that her affection was just a shadow of a dream, her desire to live went out, and she went back to winter. She told him how when she saw her uncle fall, all she wanted to do was to die, and die with as much pain and valor as she could. How whever she met him, she felt so scared, because she couldn't control her self anymore. She told him everything. Everything.
And he listened. Just listened. With a worried expression and a breaking heart, he listened. When she was finished, he just looked at her, admiring her bravery.
She said," I'm sorry. I should be getting my luncheon soon,and I better wash up."
He intreperted this comment rightly as a dismissal, so he said,
" Oh yes, sorry, I should be going on my way as well. Good afternoon, M'lady."
And with that, he left.
Eowyn sat on her bed. She felt relieved somehow by that confession. But she felt something else. She didn't know what, but it was different. When he had looked at her, she didn't feel the normal symptoms she felt whenever he looked at her. It was new. It was the beginning of something.
"Goodbye, Aragorn," she whispered to the air.
So, what did you think? Should i just junk it? Please review, if i get enough positive feedback I will continue the story.
