Summary: Songifc to Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars /yJbmXvBJhCs The time for Aragorn to finally take his rightful place has finally come, but it is not as happy a time as it should be. Eowyn is plagued with dreams of the dead and Aragorn is full of grief and regret. Rated T by Savannah (Eowyn & Aragorn)
"Let's spar, child," Legolas said standing in a clearing of soft dark green grass. "Like we used to." In the moonlight his hair shone like silver and cool light made his bright blue eyes gleam. A soft fog hung on the ground around him, billowing in from the trees. His stance was relaxed, his arms rested by his sides, his shoulders sloped down as he waited to for Eowyn to attack.
Eowyn smiled and stood dropping Aragorn's hand and reaching for her sword. She walked carefully to him, crouched and ready. She swung at him first, her blade arcing, slashing through the night, but he raised his hand fast as lightning and he deflected the blow, letting her sword slide off his blade and hit the ground.
The happiness surrounded the dream like an embrace and Eowyn longed to stay in it forever. But as she watched it play out in her sleeping mind it began to change, the mist on the ground turned red as blood and Legolas' hands began to move faster and faster. Eowyn felt herself falling and she landed in a wet march where the soft grass had once been.
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"She came in a few hours ago." The young girl smiled at Faramir, pointing through the dark library. "She was looking for old books of Rohan, they are on the very back wall."
Faramir nodded in thanks and walked down the long shelved aisles looking for any sign of the soon-to-be-queen. As he came to the very back of the library he saw her at the other side of the room; her small form dressed all in white, her long hair let loose around her, she stood looking like a beacon in the darkness. He smiled, turned in her direction, and began to walk towards her. But his feet slowed when he saw the way she leaned her head on the shelves, gripping onto them to hold herself up. He watched as a book fell from her hands, falling in a flutter of pages to the ground. "Eowyn," he said, walking slowly towards her. "Eowyn?" he said again, panicked as he watched her slip to the ground. He rushed to her, crouching beside her and laying his hand on her cold skin.
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Eowyn lay in the cold green water, staring up at the fire blazing in Legolas' blue eyes. "I'm sorry," she pleaded, repeating the words over and over. "I'm sorry you died," she sobbed. A hand came to rest on her cheek, soft and comforting. "Legolas," she breathed. "I miss you," she said, her voice sounding like a child's in her own ears. The hand pushed her under the water so that it rushed over her, turning blue as the sea. As it filled her lungs Eowyn saw the same scene she saw in every nightmare. Arwen came and took Legolas' hand, and together they walked away from her into the deep blue sea.
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"Eowyn!" Faramir yelled, looking down at the stillness of her chest and the purple tone of her lips. He lifted her limp body into his arms, pulling her into his lap. Then suddenly her eyes flew open and she stared up at him, not seeing. She breathed, sucking in air as if she was drowning. Faramir stood, holding her to him, and walked from the library to the Houses of Healing without a word. Eowyn laid her head on his chest, too weak to do anything else and watched as the hallway moved past her in a swirl. As she passed door she would see Legolas or Arwen standing in them, but she could only watch as she was rushed past them.
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Aragorn stood in the middle of a group of old men, on the table in front of him lay piles of papers and drawings all detailing the damage and repairs done to the walls and lower levels of the city. His head spun with the figures and men all talking and discussing to one another. He watched as a young boy ran into the throne room and pushed through the crowd 'til he stood in front of him. He whispered to Aragorn as the words hit his ears. Aragorn felt the color run out of his face and without a word he took off in the direction of the Houses.
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Eowyn laid in a giant bed propped up with pillows. A woman dressed all in white held a cup of tea up to her lips. Faramir stood in a corner of the room talking to the healer, speaking in low voices but Eowyn already knew what he was saying. "It is common for women with child to faint," she was saying.
"But you don't understand," Faramir said. "She wasn't breathing."
The healer shrugged. "We will keep her here and watch her, that is the most we can do."
Faramir looked past the healer, meeting Eowyn's eyes as the door flung open and Aragorn flew into the room. The healer moved from her bedside and Aragorn immediately took her place. He looked deep into Eowyn's eyes, his hand on her face. "Eowyn," he breathed, seeing the darkness under her eyes and the shallowness of her cheeks. His hand felt the cold sweat that clung to her skin. He turned to look at Faramir and the healer, his eyes asking for answers, his hand slipping from her cheek.
But Faramir's eyes met Eowyn's and she shook her head slowly. Before the healer could say a word Faramir stepped forward. "She fainted," he said, "in the royal libraries. I was there looking for the original plans for the city. I found her." Aragorn turned back to Eowyn, his face full of concern. The healer opened her mouth but Faramir silenced her with a wave of his hand. "The healer thinks it's a side effect of the black breath she suffered."
Eowyn looked at Aragorn with a weak smile. "I'm alright," she said. Faramir took a step towards her but stopped as Aragorn leaned forward to connect their lips. Eowyn moved her hand to rest on his neck. Even when their lips parted they stayed close to one another, looking at each other as if they were the only people in the world. Without a word Faramir left the room and walked down the hall, trying to push away his emotions.
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Eowyn lay alone in the dark room, drifting in and out of sleep like she did every night, unable to close her eyes without seeing death and despair. She stared at the darkness outside her window and felt tears fall down her face. "Why are you sad?" she heard a child's voice ask. Eowyn gasped and sat up in the bed, scrambling to hug her knees to her body, terror gripping her spine. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes were wide like a deer struck with the first arrow of a hunt. "Momma, why are you crying?" the voice asked again.
Eowyn could hear it all around her, it filled the room and whispered in her ear. "Who are you?" Eowyn asked, her body shaking in fear.
"I'm your failure," the girl said, her voice full of condemnation and disapproval; then she giggled, her voice turning jagged and shrill.
Eowyn looked around the room trying to find the voice in the dark. "Please," she said. "Please leave me."
"She will never leave you," another voice said, a voice she knew so well. Suddenly Legolas sat on the edge of the bed, his face full of sadness and pity. Eowyn's breath hitched in her throat. Legolas reached his hand and laid it on Eowyn's cheek. "She is the child you lost," he said, tears falling down his cheeks as well. "Eowyn, how have you been reduced to this?" he asked, his voice filled with the kindness she remembered from when she was a child.
Eowyn lunged for him, her face dripping with tears, but just as she felt his familiar embrace he faded away and she fell. She lay on her face, letting sobs overtake her body. When she opened up her eyes she saw the bodies that littered the floor around her bed, their dead eyes staring at her. Directly in front of her stood a small girl. Dark hair fell around her shoulders in big soft curls; and her grey eyes, which seemed to look into her very soul, were Aragorn's. "Momma," she said. "Come with me." Tears slipped down her face and the bodies lying around her began to move. Eowyn gasped as they crawled to the foot of the bed and up onto the mattress.
Eowyn screamed and sat up, trying to get away from the rotting hands reaching for her. She opened her mouth and screamed over and over, pressing her hands to her ears, trying to drown out the voices around her.
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The door to her room opened and healers ran in. "My lady," they said, laying her back in the bed. "My lady, rest." They pressed a cup to her lips. "Drink," one said, brushing the hair away from Eowyn's face. "And sleep."
The smell of the drink hit Eowyn and Grima's face appeared in her mind. She hit the cup away letting it spill onto the stone floor. She shoved her fingers deep in her throat, making the liquid rush back up. She leaned over the edge of the bed, coughing on the acid that burned her throat.
"Leave," an old woman's voice said over the noise of the room. All the women stopped chattering and looked at one another then filed out of the room. "Child," she said, stepping to Eowyn's side and pulling the hair away from her face. She laid a hand on Eowyn's back.
Eowyn looked up at the woman and blinked. "Hannah?" she asked, seeing the woman who had been her childhood maid.
"I know the effects of war," the old woman said, gently handing Eowyn a cup filled with cool water. "I have seen how it breaks the mind as much as the body."
Eowyn sat back and gulped the water, trying to wash away the taste in her mouth. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she saw a kindly old woman, but a stranger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another woman enter the room with a bucket and begin to wipe at the floor. Then the healer was handing her another drink, this time the water was milky.
"Drink," she said. "I will watch over you tonight, no one will touch you.
Eowyn looked into the woman's eyes and surrendered. She drained the cup in a single gulp. The room immediately began to darken and Eowyn felt herself slipping away. The last thing she heard was the sound of the cup she had been holding, falling onto the stone ground. The hands of the healer laid her down onto the pillows.
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Aragorn smiled at Alida as she looked up at him from her father's arms. Legolas saw them staring at each other and shifted so he held the small girl in both hands then looked at Aragorn as if to say "you ready?" then flung the child across the table. Aragorn caught her in the air, laughing.
Arwen elbowed Legolas hard in the ribs. "We do not throw children," she said.
Eowyn watched smiling from around the corner as Aragorn played with the small child, tickling her with the short hairs on his chin. The little girl lay helplessly on his lap, his arms holding her still, his hands as big as her head and tangled in her hair. Eowyn started laughing as Alida burst into a fit of giggles, Aragorn laughing along with her.
"We can hear you, Eowyn," she heard Arwen call to her.
Sighing, Eowyn walked back into the room, grinning as she sat down beside Aragorn. "Save me!" Alida screamed, her laughter uncontrollable. Everyone at the table laughed. Eowyn's hand rested on her middle lovingly, dreaming about the child inside.
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The memory drifted away from her even as she reached out to hold onto it. Eowyn's eyes slide open and she saw the girl standing in front of her, she blinked and the girl was gone. She looked around the room and saw the old woman sleeping in a chair. Eowyn looked down at her middle, remembering the feeling of pure joy, she had felt so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. Now the life inside her felt like a curse, a cruel joke. She couldn't carry a child when she and Aragorn were happy and safe; now she was alone and weak, weaker than she had ever been before.
Eowyn sat up in the bed and saw the small girl standing by the window, the moonlight catching on her dark hair. Eowyn climbed out of her bed and walked barefoot to the window. Following the gaze of the girl she saw Legolas and Arwen sitting together on a patch of long green grass that seemed to grow from the white stones. The laughter of their twins echoed through the night. Eowyn turned from the window and walked like a ghost from the room, leaving the old woman fast asleep in the corner.
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Aragorn walked slowly from the throne room. The moon was already high in the night sky. His feet turned in the direction of the Houses, the thought of Eowyn quickening his pace and speeding the beat of his heart. But when he reached her room he found it empty, the blankets thrown from the bed. Aragorn's brow knit together, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. Images of Eowyn's body on the fields of Pelennor filled his mind. Aragorn turned to the window and saw the moonlight streaming and saw Eowyn kneeling alone in the grass.
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Eowyn smiled through the tears on her cheeks, watching the little girl play in the grass and Legolas and Arwen laughing behind her. The girl towards Eowyn giggling and grabbed one of her hands, pulling Eowyn along with her. "Come," she said over and over, pulling her to where Arwen and Legolas sat together.
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Aragorn ran down the flight of stairs to the courtyard of stone as fast as he could, yelling Eowyn's name as he went. But when he reached the empty space he stopped dead, Eowyn's laughter rang clear in the silent night. She stood in a simple white nightdress that clung to her tiny body. Her long blonde hair lay on her shoulders in tangles, creating a halo around her head in the moonlight. Aragorn looked on at her in wonder, listening to speak softly as if to someone else and walk along as if she was being led. "Eowyn," he called, taking a step towards her.
Eowyn turned to him, her deep blue eyes piercing him. She turned back to the little girl holding her hand but she was gone. "No," she whispered, searching for the spot where Legolas and Arwen had been but they were gone as well, even the grass she stood on faded away before her eyes. "No!" she screamed, looking around desperately. She sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself.
Aragorn ran to her, kneeling behind her; her tiny frame fell into his own. "Eowyn," Aragorn said, his voice breaking at her name. He looked down at his wife and saw the broken fragile thing she had become. His fingers trailed over her face, slick with cool sweat. He pulled her close to his chest, holding her tight in the moonlight. "Why are you alone out here in night, Eowyn?" he asked, not letting her go. Eowyn's arms snaked around his neck, laying her head on his chest, her body shaking. Aragorn stood, lifting her up with him, her body as light as a child's in his arms. He walked slowly to the entrance of the courtyard and towards their rooms.
"Aragorn," Eowyn said as they walked, her voice shallow. "My mind," she said, holding onto him as tightly as she could. "It's slipping away from me."
"Shh," Aragorn soothed her, laying her into their bed. His hands ran over her face, cool on her skin. Aragorn straightened and pulled off the shirt he wore, climbing into bed beside her.
"Please listen," Eowyn said.
Aragorn sat beside her on the bed and hugged his knees. He looked down at her into her frightened eyes and wanted so desperately to help her. He swallowed and lay down beside her, pulling her to him; but she dint nothing, only lay in arms, rigid as a corpse.
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Eowyn woke up with a start, her breathing ragged and sweat covering her whole body. She looked over to where Aragorn lay asleep beside her, his bare back facing her and a sheet wrapped around his waist. Eowyn wanted to run her hands over his skin, feel the warmth of him and take comfort in him. She turned away, tears started to run over her face, there was no comfort for her. She had thought that when Aragorn came back to her that everything would be right again, but nothing was right. She felt grief wash over her, drowning her.
She stood and walked from the bed to the door. Opening it she felt the cold night air blow over her body and chilling her bare skin. She stepped out into the dark and looked up at the moon above her. She thought of all the times she had seen the moon; laying by a fire on the ground, feeling safer than she had ever felt before, or laying on her back, feeling the blood run out of her only to be nursed back to life.
As the tears ran down her face and the moonlight shone on her she wished that they had let her die. She longed for the warm feeling of blood, for the sound of her heart beating in her ears, to never have known the cold of being so alone. She sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, the cold white stone sucking the heat from her body. She started to shake and felt herself sink farther down until she lay on the cold stone.
Eowyn stared up into the sky, dreaming that her life blood was flowing out of her, dreaming that she could take their place. She thought of the faces of the twins as they cried and watched their mother burn. Eowyn closed her eyes, she should have been the one to die, she was always supposed to be the one who died, she was human.
"I'm sorry," she said into the night, her voice cracking and broken by sobs. "I'm sorry, that you had to die." The sound of Arwen's voice filled her head and the feel of Legolas' touch washed over her. Eowyn closed her eyes once more and saw them as she had seen them so many times before; standing out in the water, holding onto one another, the water rushing around them.
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Aragorn rolled over still half asleep, the cool air blowing over his skin. He reached out for Eowyn, wanting to pull her into his arms, but all he found was an empty bed. He sat up and rubbed his hands over his face. "Eowyn," he called into the dark room. There was no reply. He stood from the bed and grabbed his crumpled shirt from the floor, he pulled it over his head and stumbled forward. He called her name and walked to the door. He took a shaking breath when he saw her crumpled body and walked the rest of the way to her. He sank to the ground beside her, leaning his back on the wall. The lump in his throat grew. The sight of her laying in the cold, her face wet with tears, broke his heart in two.
"I see her sometimes," Eowyn said, her eyes opening to look up at the sky. Aragorn looked down at Eowyn, the light of the moon making her face as white as death. "I want to be with them," she said. "I long for death." Her face looked calm, like it did when she was sleeping.
A sob escaped Aragorn's lips, the tears rolling down from his red eyes. Eowyn opened her eyes to look at him. Tears trailed down from her eyes and rolled over his temples. Aragorn's hand came to his brow, covering his face as his body shook with sobs. "I've failed even you," he sobbed.
Eowyn reached out her hand, taking Aragorn's and holding it tight. As soon as Aragorn felt her touch he pulled her to him. Eowyn moved so that she lay in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. She watched the tears run from his jaw and land on his shirt. Her arms snaked around him, pulling his body to hers and holding onto him as fiercely as she could.
They cried together, their tears mixing. Aragorn buried his face in Eowyn's neck and Eowyn leaned against him. Aragorn looked up and their eyes met. "You are all I ever wanted. I couldn't live without you," he said, his voice husky.
Eowyn pushed the hair out of his face and joined their lips. "You have all of me," she said, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
Aragorn wrapped his arms around her back, pulling their bodies together and holding onto her tight. "I didn't want any of this, I didn't as for the blood of kings," he said, his voice broken. "I failed in so many ways, I let them all die." His body shook with sobs, tears seeping into Eowyn's clothes.
Eowyn looked up and saw the broken man sitting in front of her and all she wanted to do was try and fix him. "You're my life," she whispered into his skin. "Every part of it. The only reason I have left to live." Together their brokenness began to fit together, their pieces knitting together, taking two bodies and making them one. Finally Eowyn lifted her face, she kissed Aragorn's temple and held his giant body with her own. Eowyn felt the warmth of him seeping into her beginning to heal the parts of her she thought would have ended her. "We are together, against all odds we are here together now," Eowyn said. "And there is beauty in that."
Aragorn lifted her face, his hands on either side of it and his fingers laced into her hair. He touched their foreheads together and whispered a single word. "Together." He didn't need to say anymore.
Eowyn closed her eyes and breathed in deep. Her mind played over the first time she had seen him, showed her the times they had had together with friends that had become family, and the small cabin in the woods, the happiness she had felt there, and everything that had lead them to here, to the cold stone and the warmth of each other's embrace. "Together," she whispered back.
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The sun shone brightly down on the thousands of people who had gathered to witness the coronation of Aragorn. He stood, a black cloak draped over his shoulder blew slightly in the wind. The darkness of his clothes stood in contrast to the glowing gold of Eowyn. He looked to where she stood beside him and marveled at her beauty. Her once wild hair was tucked up around her head, ready for the crown that would be laid on it. She looked so regal, her long neck bowed as she listened to Gandalf's words, she looked like a queen. Aragorn reached out and took her hand, holding it tightly in his own. He felt a rush of pride and happiness.
"Kneel," Gandalf said. Aragorn turned back to Gandalf still holding onto Eowyn's hand; the both knelt on the steps before him. Gandalf turned to his left and picked up a delicate silver crown from the pillow which Gimli held in front of him. Facing Eowyn he placed the glinting object upon her golden head. Next he turned back to Gimli and picked up the large silver crown. Slowly he lowered it onto Aragorn's head. "Now come the days of the King!" he announced the crowd. "And may they be blessed," he said just to Aragorn and Eowyn.
The couple stood and turned to face the crowd. Aragorn held Eowyn's hand as tightly as he could as the crowd cheered. "This day does not belong to one man," he said loudly, his voice coming as a surprise even to himself. He glanced at Eowyn then continued. "It belongs to all, let us rebuild this world so that we may share in the days of peace."
Eowyn turned to him and smiled, the pride she felt for him swelling up inside of her until she thought she would burst with it. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him there in front of everyone, the crowd cheered even louder than before.
When they parted Aragorn slipped his arm around her waist and began to sing in a low voice. When he finished the crowd cheered yet again and white rose petals were thrown and flew with the breeze. The crowd bowed their heads as Aragorn and Eowyn started to walk among them. Out of the corner of her eye Eowyn saw a similar face, she stopped dead in her tracks. Legolas stood at the edge of the crowds, Arwen beside him. People passed in front of them, Eowyn searched the crowd again but there were gone. She felt the color go out of her face and her heart missed a beat. She clutched Aragorn's arm tighter, her feet slowly moving. Aragorn looked down at her, her blue eyes looked at nothing. "I see them," she said under her breath.
Aragorn leaned into her, his face touching her hair and breathing in her smell. "It's alright," he breathed as they continued through the people. He stopped quite suddenly before four Hobbits. Merry, Frodo, Sam, and Pippin bowed before them. "My friends," Aragorn started. "You bow to no one." He dropped down to his knee and bowed his head before them, followed by his wife and the thousands of people witnessing the event.
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Music and wine flowed freely through the night. Around the great table where Eowyn and Aragorn sat people moved ceaselessly, carrying in plates of food and taking away empty ones. Eowyn looked around the room at the sea of people in front of her until her eyes stopped on a face she knew. She sucked in a breath. Arwen looked at her from across the room.
"Eowyn," Aragorn's voice said, snapping her away from Arwen's blue eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You're white."
Eowyn looked away from. "I see them even now," she said, almost ashamed. "I can't seem to push them away, no matter how hard I try."
Aragorn's hand glided over her cheek, wiping away the single tear that fell. "Why shouldn't they be here with us?" he said, turning her chin to look at him. "Why shouldn't they share in our joy and victory? They gave their lives for this moment, Eowyn."
Eowyn nodded in understanding and looked through the crowd again until she found them walking together toward one of the huge doors that stood open. Just as they passed through Arwen turned and met her eyes and smiled at Eowyn. "Be at peace, Eowyn," she said.
Eowyn looked at Aragorn, seeing the king of men. She moved her hand to take his where it lay on the table, remembering the first time she had seen the Ranger. She looked down at his hands and thought of how he had always had dirt under his nails, and hard rough calluses on his palms, and how they had almost always been stained with blood. Now they were clean and a wedding band was on his finger. How much they had changed, she thought to herself. When she looked into his eyes she saw the love pouring out of them. She smiled at him as he leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead.
"My queen," he said in her ear playfully. "What holds such a grip on your mind?"
Eowyn smiled, looking down. "I was thinking of the first time that we met," she said, stroking her thumb over his hand. "How long ago that was."
Aragorn chuckled. "It has only been a few years, Eowyn. Five years is not a lot out of eighty." Eowyn looked up at him in surprise. Aragorn laughed. "But it feels like a lifetime," he said in her ear, his hand on her face.
Eowyn smiled, catching Aragorn's lips with hers and drawing him into her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Faramir standing from where he sat beside Aragorn, his glass raised. "Since our king and queen were married in secret before the Battle of the Black Gate, giving their people no chance to celebrate their union. I raise a toast now!" he called out over the noise of the crowd, causing a hush to fall over the room. "To our king and his bride!" he called as the crowd raised their glasses. "May they bring as much joy to the city as they do to each other," he finished, downing his wine and slamming his cup down onto the table. The room exploded into cheers.
Eowyn glanced at Faramir and saw a sadness in his eyes. "It wasn't a secret," she said so that only Faramir and Aragorn could hear. He looked at her for a long second then turned and walked away out of the hall. Aragorn looked at Eowyn, a question in his eyes. Eowyn laid her free hand on his arm. "Let me go find what is bothering him," she said.
Aragorn nodded, kissing her once before she turned away from him, her hand slipping from his. Aragorn watched as she followed Faramir into the night.
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Eowyn walked until she saw the outline of Faramir standing alone under the White Tree. "Why did you leave?" she asked, walking up to him, her arms crossed over her body and her hair slipping from its arrangement. Faramir looked at her in the moonlight then looked away again without answering. "Faramir, come back inside and feast with us," she said.
Faramir shook his head, unable to tell her how it hurt him the way she looked at Aragorn, the way she touched him and was near to him. How he wanted to be near her, to feel her soft breath on his skin. How it gave him chills when she kissed him, not caring who saw and without any shame. How he wanted nothing but the pureness of their love. Instead, he turned to her. "When are you going to tell him that you are with child?" he asked, changing the subject.
Eowyn stopped where she stood, a cool wind of fear blowing over her as she imagined losing the baby she had inside of her just as she had lost their first child. "I can't," she said softly. "Not yet, it's too soon."
Faramir uncrossed his arms and took a step towards her, sensing the fear in her. He put a hand on either one of her arms and looked down at her cool blue eyes. "I do not think you will lose this one," he said almost too quietly to hear.
"How do you…" she started to say but he interrupted her.
"You murmur in your sleep," he said.
"Eowyn," Aragorn called, crossing the distance between them and the hall. Faramir dropped his hands from her sides and turned away from her. Faramir nodded as Aragorn approached them, then without a word walked away. "What's going on?" Aragorn asked, touching Eowyn's elbow. "It's cold out here, come back inside." He turned in the direction of the hall.
"Aragorn, wait," she said, taking his hand and breathing deeply.
"What is it, Eowyn?" he asked, turning back to her and pulling her into his arms.
"I need to tell you something," she said into chest. Aragorn held her at arm's length, staring into her eyes and waiting for her words. Eowyn hesitated, tears welling in her eyes. "I am carrying your child," she said softly.
Aragorn blinked, tears coming into his own eyes. In a rush he pulled her into his arms, crushing her into his body. He made a noise that was half laugh and half sob. Moving to press his lips to her hair then lay his cheek on her head. He squeezed her tight then let go, looking down at her as she laughed through her tears then down to her middle lovingly. "This day is perfection." He laughed, grabbing her and lifting her into the air, spinning her above him. Eowyn smiled at him and as he lowered her slowly back down to the ground. "I love you," he said as her feet touched the grass, his arms still resting on her waist.
"Aragorn, look," Eowyn said, her eyes looking past him. "It's blooming."
Aragorn turned and saw the White tree of Gondor, but instead of bare branched a thousand tiny white blooms clung to it, their petals falling softly into the grass around where they stood together.
Author's Note: We hope you enjoyed The Lost Chronicles Part Two, the rest of the story will continue in our final chapter, The Lost Chronicles Part Three. Keep an eye on our page to find out when we upload it. – Caitie and Savanah