::is bored::
Meh.
There's really nothing to say. I'm just updating because I have chapter eight done ^^;
Oh yes, and guess what? My grandfather's been driving again. Hm. I saw this coming. Why didn't anyone else? ::angry stare::
But enough of that.
Brave Hearts
By Mystical Star
A Kitty-Chan Production
Chapter Eight - Midnight Blue
Eowyn sat in the healing house of Minas Tirith, watching apathetically as her arm was bandaged and placed in a sling. Images flashed through her head, reminding her how she received the injury, and a single tear dropped from her eye.
“I’m sorry, Milady, did I hurt you?” The nurse asked.
“No!” Eowyn said quickly. “No…it’s just…I…”
“It’s alright, Ma’am. It’s been a hard day for us all,” The woman replied, smiling as she finished wrapping Eowyn’s arm.
“Now, rest. You’ve fought a long fight.” The nurse said, pushing her gently back onto the bed. Eowyn did not resist.
“Thank you,” She said, smiling as best she could for her caretaker. The nurse nodded and backed out of the room, off to care for more wounded soldiers.
Eowyn sighed and glanced out of the window. The sun shone brilliantly, deceiving what the day had brought. She wanted to reach up and grab the light-giving orb and rip it in half out of the sky with all of her anger and sorrow.
A storm raged within the Shield Maiden. She was angry at her uncle’s death, and her lack of ability to save him, and she was sorrowful. She wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to rip the room apart with her anger. But she had not the energy. The moment that a scream would make itself present in her throat, it choked and turned to a small sob. And Eowyn hated herself for it. She hated being weak.
Then, unprovoked, Eowyn thought of Legolas. She felt the warmth of his arms, the gentleness of his touch, and the softness of his voice, and her tears ceased momentarily.
The very thought of the kind elf from Mirkwood comforted her and her muscles relaxed, and eased the storm in her mind. The feeling she had was reminiscent of the way she used to feel for Aragorn, but she felt it run deeper for Legolas.
Eowyn stopped her thoughts. Why would an elf ever love me? She asked herself.
Then she thought back to Dunharrow, and the memory of his lips upon hers brushed her questions aside.
A smile crossed her face. She would tell him. She would confess to him her feelings. Hope rose in her chest as she felt she may spring from the bed that very moment and go seek out Legolas.
“Sister?” Came a voice.
Eowyn, jolted from her daydreaming, turned to face the door. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she did not even notice her own brother in the doorway.
“Eomer!” She said happily. Eomer came into the room and embraced his sister, tears glistening in his eyes.
“You are the most foolish person I have ever encountered,” He said, holding her tightly.
“Because I fought?” Eowyn asked, annoyance in her tone. Eomer let go of his embrace and knelt on the floor near her bed.
“My dear sister, the loss of our Uncle is very difficult to bear on it’s own. If I would have lost you as well, I don’t - ”
Eowyn smiled and kissed her brother’s forehead. They looked at each other with tearful eyes and hugged once more.
“We ride for the Black Gate in the morning,” Eomer said. Eowyn broke the embrace and looked at him, a stunned look in her eyes.
“Mordor?!” She gasped.
“We are creating a diversion, to allow the Ring safe passage across the plains of Mordor.
Eowyn stared at her brother with horrible dread in her eyes, fearing for what may come of the futile fight.
“We must do this, Sister. If the One Ring is not destroyed, there will be worse things in this world than this last battle.” Eomer said, taking her hand.
A single tear rolled down Eowyn’s cheek. “Then let me fight with you,” She said, looking straight into his eyes.
“Eowyn, you cannot fight,” Her brother said sternly.
“I will not lie here idly for the men to return!” Eowyn declared, anger in her voice.
Eomer gave her a serious look, and without warning, hit her broken arm forcefully, but gently in the same. Eowyn cried out in pain and moved away from her brother, holding her injured arm.
“Eomer!” She said angrily, wondering why he had hit her.
“Eowyn, you cannot fight with an injured arm. You will stay here. And if I should not return, you are to be Queen of Rohan*.” Eomer said, holding his sister’s chin in his hand, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
“Then you must promise me that you will return,” She said, accepting defeat.
“You will see me again, Eowyn. Whether it be a victorious return or in the halls of our forbearers, we will meet again, dear Sister,” Eomer assured her, kissing her brow and hugging her.
After they had said their goodbyes, Eomer left the room and found the Warden of the Healing Houses, leaving instructions not to let Eowyn wander alone and under no circumstances was he to let her leave the walls of the Healing Houses until news of the battle reached Minas Tirith.
Once Eomer had left her, Eowyn’s thoughts turned again to Legolas. Suddenly, she realized that he would be leaving with the Army of the West, and she would not see him. She carefully rose from her bed and peeked out her door to see nurses bustling about the hall, but no one watching her.
Eowyn left her room and to begin her search for Legolas of the Wooldand Realm. But she had no sooner rounded the corner of the hallway to leave the Houses of Healing than the Warden, a tall, gentle looking man, stopped her.
“I’m sorry, Milady, but I am under instruction not to let you from these walls,” The Warden said.
“I must speak with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood,” Eowyn said, trying to get past the Warden.
“Again, I’m terribly sorry. But I cannot let you leave. I can send word for him, if you wish. But come, I will take you back to your room,” He said, taking Eowyn’s unhurt arm and leading her back down the hall.
Exasperated, Eowyn sighed angrily and went with the Warden back to her bed, where she asked him to send word to Legolas.
~
Legolas’ heart was heavy as he walked swiftly to the Healing Houses in the moonlight. Preparations for the following day had taken so long, he had never made it to the Healing Houses to meet Eowyn, as she had asked him to.
The elven prince crept quietly into the Houses of Healing and down the hall to the Lady Eowyn’s room to find her sleeping, her face illuminated by the pale moonlight.
Legolas walked over to her bedside and knelt there, smiling as he held her face in his eyes, in awe of her serenity and grace. Not wanting to wake her, Legolas said nothing as he brushed the stray hairs from her face. Gently, he leaned over and kissed her lips softly.
“Sleep and dream pleasant dreams, Fair Eyown,” Legolas said softly, rising to leave. Eowyn did not stir at his words.
And just as silently as he had come, Legolas left, clinging to a hope that perhaps they would he and Eowyn would meet again.
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Note:
*Théoden left the throne to Eowyn because both he and Eomer were riding to war. Since Eomer lived and Théoden didn’t, Eomer would have received the crown anyway.
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...Don't know if I like that chapter or not. It's kind of like a filler episode. You'd rather not write it, but you need it otherwise nothing makes sense.
Probably only three chapters left though. Three's on the high side. But definetly two more.
I'm going to attempt to start the next chapter and then sleep. G'night. :3
There's really nothing to say. I'm just updating because I have chapter eight done ^^;
Oh yes, and guess what? My grandfather's been driving again. Hm. I saw this coming. Why didn't anyone else? ::angry stare::
But enough of that.
Brave Hearts
By Mystical Star
A Kitty-Chan Production
Chapter Eight - Midnight Blue
Eowyn sat in the healing house of Minas Tirith, watching apathetically as her arm was bandaged and placed in a sling. Images flashed through her head, reminding her how she received the injury, and a single tear dropped from her eye.
“I’m sorry, Milady, did I hurt you?” The nurse asked.
“No!” Eowyn said quickly. “No…it’s just…I…”
“It’s alright, Ma’am. It’s been a hard day for us all,” The woman replied, smiling as she finished wrapping Eowyn’s arm.
“Now, rest. You’ve fought a long fight.” The nurse said, pushing her gently back onto the bed. Eowyn did not resist.
“Thank you,” She said, smiling as best she could for her caretaker. The nurse nodded and backed out of the room, off to care for more wounded soldiers.
Eowyn sighed and glanced out of the window. The sun shone brilliantly, deceiving what the day had brought. She wanted to reach up and grab the light-giving orb and rip it in half out of the sky with all of her anger and sorrow.
A storm raged within the Shield Maiden. She was angry at her uncle’s death, and her lack of ability to save him, and she was sorrowful. She wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to rip the room apart with her anger. But she had not the energy. The moment that a scream would make itself present in her throat, it choked and turned to a small sob. And Eowyn hated herself for it. She hated being weak.
Then, unprovoked, Eowyn thought of Legolas. She felt the warmth of his arms, the gentleness of his touch, and the softness of his voice, and her tears ceased momentarily.
The very thought of the kind elf from Mirkwood comforted her and her muscles relaxed, and eased the storm in her mind. The feeling she had was reminiscent of the way she used to feel for Aragorn, but she felt it run deeper for Legolas.
Eowyn stopped her thoughts. Why would an elf ever love me? She asked herself.
Then she thought back to Dunharrow, and the memory of his lips upon hers brushed her questions aside.
A smile crossed her face. She would tell him. She would confess to him her feelings. Hope rose in her chest as she felt she may spring from the bed that very moment and go seek out Legolas.
“Sister?” Came a voice.
Eowyn, jolted from her daydreaming, turned to face the door. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she did not even notice her own brother in the doorway.
“Eomer!” She said happily. Eomer came into the room and embraced his sister, tears glistening in his eyes.
“You are the most foolish person I have ever encountered,” He said, holding her tightly.
“Because I fought?” Eowyn asked, annoyance in her tone. Eomer let go of his embrace and knelt on the floor near her bed.
“My dear sister, the loss of our Uncle is very difficult to bear on it’s own. If I would have lost you as well, I don’t - ”
Eowyn smiled and kissed her brother’s forehead. They looked at each other with tearful eyes and hugged once more.
“We ride for the Black Gate in the morning,” Eomer said. Eowyn broke the embrace and looked at him, a stunned look in her eyes.
“Mordor?!” She gasped.
“We are creating a diversion, to allow the Ring safe passage across the plains of Mordor.
Eowyn stared at her brother with horrible dread in her eyes, fearing for what may come of the futile fight.
“We must do this, Sister. If the One Ring is not destroyed, there will be worse things in this world than this last battle.” Eomer said, taking her hand.
A single tear rolled down Eowyn’s cheek. “Then let me fight with you,” She said, looking straight into his eyes.
“Eowyn, you cannot fight,” Her brother said sternly.
“I will not lie here idly for the men to return!” Eowyn declared, anger in her voice.
Eomer gave her a serious look, and without warning, hit her broken arm forcefully, but gently in the same. Eowyn cried out in pain and moved away from her brother, holding her injured arm.
“Eomer!” She said angrily, wondering why he had hit her.
“Eowyn, you cannot fight with an injured arm. You will stay here. And if I should not return, you are to be Queen of Rohan*.” Eomer said, holding his sister’s chin in his hand, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
“Then you must promise me that you will return,” She said, accepting defeat.
“You will see me again, Eowyn. Whether it be a victorious return or in the halls of our forbearers, we will meet again, dear Sister,” Eomer assured her, kissing her brow and hugging her.
After they had said their goodbyes, Eomer left the room and found the Warden of the Healing Houses, leaving instructions not to let Eowyn wander alone and under no circumstances was he to let her leave the walls of the Healing Houses until news of the battle reached Minas Tirith.
Once Eomer had left her, Eowyn’s thoughts turned again to Legolas. Suddenly, she realized that he would be leaving with the Army of the West, and she would not see him. She carefully rose from her bed and peeked out her door to see nurses bustling about the hall, but no one watching her.
Eowyn left her room and to begin her search for Legolas of the Wooldand Realm. But she had no sooner rounded the corner of the hallway to leave the Houses of Healing than the Warden, a tall, gentle looking man, stopped her.
“I’m sorry, Milady, but I am under instruction not to let you from these walls,” The Warden said.
“I must speak with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood,” Eowyn said, trying to get past the Warden.
“Again, I’m terribly sorry. But I cannot let you leave. I can send word for him, if you wish. But come, I will take you back to your room,” He said, taking Eowyn’s unhurt arm and leading her back down the hall.
Exasperated, Eowyn sighed angrily and went with the Warden back to her bed, where she asked him to send word to Legolas.
~
Legolas’ heart was heavy as he walked swiftly to the Healing Houses in the moonlight. Preparations for the following day had taken so long, he had never made it to the Healing Houses to meet Eowyn, as she had asked him to.
The elven prince crept quietly into the Houses of Healing and down the hall to the Lady Eowyn’s room to find her sleeping, her face illuminated by the pale moonlight.
Legolas walked over to her bedside and knelt there, smiling as he held her face in his eyes, in awe of her serenity and grace. Not wanting to wake her, Legolas said nothing as he brushed the stray hairs from her face. Gently, he leaned over and kissed her lips softly.
“Sleep and dream pleasant dreams, Fair Eyown,” Legolas said softly, rising to leave. Eowyn did not stir at his words.
And just as silently as he had come, Legolas left, clinging to a hope that perhaps they would he and Eowyn would meet again.
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Note:
*Théoden left the throne to Eowyn because both he and Eomer were riding to war. Since Eomer lived and Théoden didn’t, Eomer would have received the crown anyway.
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...Don't know if I like that chapter or not. It's kind of like a filler episode. You'd rather not write it, but you need it otherwise nothing makes sense.
Probably only three chapters left though. Three's on the high side. But definetly two more.
I'm going to attempt to start the next chapter and then sleep. G'night. :3