New Story
Title: Back to Front
Summary: "She's never going to look at me the way she looks at him."
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eowyn/Faramir
Warnings: RotK spoilers
A/N: This is another challenge from beaux: Faramir reflects on Eowyn and Aragorn's relationship. Now that I read it, it doesn't really bear much resemblance to that. Meh. Anyway, it's while Eowyn and Faramir are in the Houses of Healing.
She’s never going to look at me the way she looks at him.
Oh, call me silly, call me weak. I know it in my soul.
Cause I’m not ever going to be as good as him, am I? Never going to be the King of Men. I’m just the son of a poor deranged Steward who burned himself to death. I suppose this city is mine now. But what is that compared to him?
And I couldn’t save her, couldn’t even save myself- he did that. I have heard her call for him in the night. Whether she calls for the healing or calls for the man I do not know. All I know is that I can’t sleep knowing that she’s in pain and I can’t help her.
I can tell her that she is beautiful, I can compare her to any of her ancestors, I can tell her she is like the bygone splendor of Numenor- but it will never be enough. I can’t melt the frost in her eyes.
She’s in there crying because she’s never going to be a high-born elven lady. He’s never going to love her, and she’s never going to give up eternity for anyone. I’ll bet she’d give anything to be the lowliest of the undying instead of a shieldmaiden who cannot fight.
God, what a pair we would make. A couple of prisoners who should have died, imprisoned by our several, foolish desires.
But these days are… something different. Something new. Everything is back to front- the fate of all the world waits for two Halflings. And I have to believe that everything will change, or else we are all lost.
Summary: "She's never going to look at me the way she looks at him."
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eowyn/Faramir
Warnings: RotK spoilers
A/N: This is another challenge from beaux: Faramir reflects on Eowyn and Aragorn's relationship. Now that I read it, it doesn't really bear much resemblance to that. Meh. Anyway, it's while Eowyn and Faramir are in the Houses of Healing.
She’s never going to look at me the way she looks at him.
Oh, call me silly, call me weak. I know it in my soul.
Cause I’m not ever going to be as good as him, am I? Never going to be the King of Men. I’m just the son of a poor deranged Steward who burned himself to death. I suppose this city is mine now. But what is that compared to him?
And I couldn’t save her, couldn’t even save myself- he did that. I have heard her call for him in the night. Whether she calls for the healing or calls for the man I do not know. All I know is that I can’t sleep knowing that she’s in pain and I can’t help her.
I can tell her that she is beautiful, I can compare her to any of her ancestors, I can tell her she is like the bygone splendor of Numenor- but it will never be enough. I can’t melt the frost in her eyes.
She’s in there crying because she’s never going to be a high-born elven lady. He’s never going to love her, and she’s never going to give up eternity for anyone. I’ll bet she’d give anything to be the lowliest of the undying instead of a shieldmaiden who cannot fight.
God, what a pair we would make. A couple of prisoners who should have died, imprisoned by our several, foolish desires.
But these days are… something different. Something new. Everything is back to front- the fate of all the world waits for two Halflings. And I have to believe that everything will change, or else we are all lost.