Notes: Yay! Update! I've been SO busy lately, so I haven't been haunting ff so often as I used to. All right. Good news: You get TWO entries this update. Bad news: They're both short. I will try to update again soon, but it depends on if I get any reviews. (hint hint wink wink) Thanks to my reviewers Sarasrati, taralkariel, and Sapphire Wolf Swordmaster. Huggles to you three! And just plain hugs to the people who are reading this.
Sarasrati: No, he doesn't know about how Denethor went all crazy etc. He will in the next update, if there IS a next update.
taralkariel: I love Faramir too!
Sapphire Wolf Swordmaster: Thanks. I'm very glad you like it!
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20 March, 3019 of the 3rd Age
The Houses of Healing, Minas Tirith
I came upon the Lady Eowyn in the garden this morning. She did not turn around, but said to me that it was cold. And even as she said so, the wet weather was not so sad anymore because she stood amidst it. I told her it was merely a sign of the beginning of spring. And that is what she is to me: a spring, a rejuvenation, a rebirth of myself. She smiled a little at me.
We stood together and looked out towards the east. I took her hand in mine, and she did not let go. That brief moment has made me lighthearted the entire day.
Later, she told me that she wished to ride with the hosts. She started out proudly, but her voice faltered as she continued. I told her the hosts were long gone, and even if she tried, she would not be able to catch up. She began to tell me of how much she hated being helpless, and how much she wanted to fight and die. I said that fighting would very likely come to us anyway, though no one should look forward to dying.
"I am a warrior," she told me, "a shieldmaiden of the north. I cannot stand being caged." It reminded me of my mother, who came from a rural part of Gondor and withered in the giant cage of Minas Tirith. Something in Lady Eowyn makes me think of Mother. There is something sad and lost about both of them that creates an immediate desire in anyone to make them smile again. There is something more than beauty—radiance, perhaps—that pulses in sorrow, making my heart ache.
I asked her to walk with me more often, and she nodded.
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25 March, 3019 of the 3rd Age
The Houses of Healing, Minas Tirith
The Dark Lord has been defeated! Everyone in the city is light and happy, and we have been celebrating since the news came.
I have not been writing very often, as I spent the past five days walking with Lady Eowyn and beginning to take more of my duties as Steward. From what I can see in her personality, she has begun to think of me less harshly, and is no longer fearful that I might scorn her. Perhaps she might come to think of me as something more…at least I hope. This afternoon, we stood in the garden and looked out to the east in silence, and a feeling came upon me that the world was about to change into something else, though I could not tell if it would be darkness or light.
And suddenly, the world seemed to burst into wonder and springtime, and I knew in my heart that, by some miracle, Frodo had accomplished his task, and Sauron was defeated forever. I looked to Eowyn, and she smiled, and it was more beautiful than anything in the world.
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I know it's short, and not too descriptive, but I promise it will get better. So if you like this story, review or send a pm!