breathing songs in my head (éowyn, pg)
breathing songs in my head
éowyn - pg
Her window looks East. The army’s tracks are naught but a barely noticeable path in a field of ash, but she keeps her eyes to the horizon, looking for him. She wants to be the first to see, the first to witness the return of the city’s savior who will bring eternal peace to a land bathed in blood.
- Captain of the Host of the West, Wielder of Sword Reforged, Elfstone whose hands give life -
He is but four days gone - to fight the War to end all wars, or so they say.
“What do you look for, my lady?”
The taste of Hope is bitter, but she can’t help but part her lips and allow the name to spill out into a heated whisper - “Aragorn.”
He is but five days gone, and her window looks East.
The man with the injured shoulder repeats his question, but she is unable to answer.
Elessar the King, her mind mocks, whose heart was never yours to carry.
éowyn - pg
Her window looks East. The army’s tracks are naught but a barely noticeable path in a field of ash, but she keeps her eyes to the horizon, looking for him. She wants to be the first to see, the first to witness the return of the city’s savior who will bring eternal peace to a land bathed in blood.
- Captain of the Host of the West, Wielder of Sword Reforged, Elfstone whose hands give life -
He is but four days gone - to fight the War to end all wars, or so they say.
“What do you look for, my lady?”
The taste of Hope is bitter, but she can’t help but part her lips and allow the name to spill out into a heated whisper - “Aragorn.”
He is but five days gone, and her window looks East.
The man with the injured shoulder repeats his question, but she is unable to answer.
Elessar the King, her mind mocks, whose heart was never yours to carry.