Post by Faramir_is_my_guy on Mar 8, 2005 6:55:58 GMT 1
This is a fanfic I'm writting. Please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own recognizable characters or places in this fanfiction. All of it comes from Tolkien.
Chapter 1
Don’t Leave me!
Faramir and Eowyn laughed at a joke Eomer had just told. Faramir laughed again unable to keep the joyous sound from escaping his mouth.
“You should tell jokes more often!” He said, grinning at his brother-in-law. “You are wonderful at them!”
“Why thank you!” Eomer replied naturally. Eowyn smiled, but was disturbed from her musings as she heard a knock.
“Come in!” Faramir said. The door opened and Beregond entered. He bowed as was required.
“My lords,” He said to Faramir and Eomer. “Everything is ready. We should leave soon.”
“Thank you, Beregond” Eomer said. “We shall be down in a few minutes.” Beregond bowed again, and left, noticing the blatant dismissal. Eowyn’s pleased smile turned into a sad frown. She looked down at the floor.
“Eowyn,-” Faramir began, but his wife cut in.
“Will you be here for the birth of your child?” she asked him, tears forming in her eyes. She was eight months pregnant, almost nine. She wanted more then anything for her husband to be present for the birth of their first child. It only happens once.
“Eowyn,” Faramir said gently, kneeling next to her and lifting her chin. “You know I have no choice.” He said sadly, looking in her eyes. He saw a great pain and sorrow in them witch sent a shot of guilt thorugh his heart, knowing that he was the cause of it.
“But what if you’re not here for the birth of your first child?” She said looking at him. “What—“ she said, pausing. “What if you don’t come back?” He looked at her, and saw a tear on her cheek. He wiped it off.
“I will be back!” he said, confidently. He wasn't sure if he was telling himself or her. He got up, then helped Eowyn out of her chair, as a husband should. Eomer got up as well, and they started to walk towards the front gate.
Faramir and Eomer both gave Eowyn a hug, then mounted their horses. They waved, then rode away from Eowyn's view. She watched until they were out of sight. She sighed despairingly, then turned around, and started to walk towards the garden of the Houses of Healing. She walked to the spot where she had first met Faramir. She remembered that day well. She sat down on the bench there, remembering the day that changed her life for the better. She suddenly heard a noise. She turned, and saw Arwen walking her way. She smiled and waved. Arwen waved back. She sat down next to Eowyn, and they spent an hour like that, talking about different things. After a little while, Arwen said she had to go. She left, and Eowyn spent a couple more hours there. She sighed and went inside to read.
Two days had passed of working in the gardens when Eowyn was interrupted from her reading. She heard a commotion outside. She set her book down, and got up. She grabbed her cloak, and walked outside. She saw a group of people gathered around something. Eowyn quickly walked forward, then suddenly stopped and gasped. Eomer! He was being carried on a flat.
“EOMER!!!!!!!” She screamed. She rushed over to him. She started to cry. “What happened?” she asked one of the men who was holding the flat he was lying on. Her brother was pale and damp with sweat.
“He was shot by orcs.” One of the men answered quickly. They moved him inside. She walked beside him as they carried him.
“Where is Aragorn when we need him?” she asked herself, panicking. He was off fighting too. The two men reached a bed in the Houses of Healing that someone had already readied. The warden along with Ioreth and a few more healers were waiting for them. They set the flat down on the floor, then lifted Eomer on to the bed. He cried out in pain. Eowyn felt her stomach drop as her brother suffered.
“Eomer!” she cried. She started to go towards him, but the warden grabbed her arm. “They have to remove the arrow.” She said as she looked at him. She looked back towards her brother. There were people all around him, holding him down. A healer, not Ioreth, walked around to his left side, where the arrow was. He gripped it with both hands, looked up, then back down and pulled. Eowyn closed her eyes, and flinched as she heard Eomer cry out. She opened her eyes, and the warden let go of her arm. She looked at Eomer as Ioreth bandaged the bloody wound. Then she ran to him, falling on her knees by his bed. He was gasping for breath, “Eomer!” she cried, tears streaming down her face as she clasped his hand. He opened his eyes, and turned his head slightly to look at her.
“Eowyn,” he paused, gasping for breath. “Do not weep, for everything will turn out alright.” He paused in between words, for more air. “Eowyn.” He said again. “Eowyn, my sister. I love you.” His body suddenly went limp.
“Eomer!” she cried. “EOMER!” she said again, only this time screaming. She started to sob on his bloody chest, then cried herself to sleep.
Just a warning, it might be a little while before I post the next chapter, 'cause I'm a little slow at writting.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: I do not own recognizable characters or places in this fanfiction. All of it comes from Tolkien.
Chapter 1
Don’t Leave me!
Faramir and Eowyn laughed at a joke Eomer had just told. Faramir laughed again unable to keep the joyous sound from escaping his mouth.
“You should tell jokes more often!” He said, grinning at his brother-in-law. “You are wonderful at them!”
“Why thank you!” Eomer replied naturally. Eowyn smiled, but was disturbed from her musings as she heard a knock.
“Come in!” Faramir said. The door opened and Beregond entered. He bowed as was required.
“My lords,” He said to Faramir and Eomer. “Everything is ready. We should leave soon.”
“Thank you, Beregond” Eomer said. “We shall be down in a few minutes.” Beregond bowed again, and left, noticing the blatant dismissal. Eowyn’s pleased smile turned into a sad frown. She looked down at the floor.
“Eowyn,-” Faramir began, but his wife cut in.
“Will you be here for the birth of your child?” she asked him, tears forming in her eyes. She was eight months pregnant, almost nine. She wanted more then anything for her husband to be present for the birth of their first child. It only happens once.
“Eowyn,” Faramir said gently, kneeling next to her and lifting her chin. “You know I have no choice.” He said sadly, looking in her eyes. He saw a great pain and sorrow in them witch sent a shot of guilt thorugh his heart, knowing that he was the cause of it.
“But what if you’re not here for the birth of your first child?” She said looking at him. “What—“ she said, pausing. “What if you don’t come back?” He looked at her, and saw a tear on her cheek. He wiped it off.
“I will be back!” he said, confidently. He wasn't sure if he was telling himself or her. He got up, then helped Eowyn out of her chair, as a husband should. Eomer got up as well, and they started to walk towards the front gate.
Faramir and Eomer both gave Eowyn a hug, then mounted their horses. They waved, then rode away from Eowyn's view. She watched until they were out of sight. She sighed despairingly, then turned around, and started to walk towards the garden of the Houses of Healing. She walked to the spot where she had first met Faramir. She remembered that day well. She sat down on the bench there, remembering the day that changed her life for the better. She suddenly heard a noise. She turned, and saw Arwen walking her way. She smiled and waved. Arwen waved back. She sat down next to Eowyn, and they spent an hour like that, talking about different things. After a little while, Arwen said she had to go. She left, and Eowyn spent a couple more hours there. She sighed and went inside to read.
Two days had passed of working in the gardens when Eowyn was interrupted from her reading. She heard a commotion outside. She set her book down, and got up. She grabbed her cloak, and walked outside. She saw a group of people gathered around something. Eowyn quickly walked forward, then suddenly stopped and gasped. Eomer! He was being carried on a flat.
“EOMER!!!!!!!” She screamed. She rushed over to him. She started to cry. “What happened?” she asked one of the men who was holding the flat he was lying on. Her brother was pale and damp with sweat.
“He was shot by orcs.” One of the men answered quickly. They moved him inside. She walked beside him as they carried him.
“Where is Aragorn when we need him?” she asked herself, panicking. He was off fighting too. The two men reached a bed in the Houses of Healing that someone had already readied. The warden along with Ioreth and a few more healers were waiting for them. They set the flat down on the floor, then lifted Eomer on to the bed. He cried out in pain. Eowyn felt her stomach drop as her brother suffered.
“Eomer!” she cried. She started to go towards him, but the warden grabbed her arm. “They have to remove the arrow.” She said as she looked at him. She looked back towards her brother. There were people all around him, holding him down. A healer, not Ioreth, walked around to his left side, where the arrow was. He gripped it with both hands, looked up, then back down and pulled. Eowyn closed her eyes, and flinched as she heard Eomer cry out. She opened her eyes, and the warden let go of her arm. She looked at Eomer as Ioreth bandaged the bloody wound. Then she ran to him, falling on her knees by his bed. He was gasping for breath, “Eomer!” she cried, tears streaming down her face as she clasped his hand. He opened his eyes, and turned his head slightly to look at her.
“Eowyn,” he paused, gasping for breath. “Do not weep, for everything will turn out alright.” He paused in between words, for more air. “Eowyn.” He said again. “Eowyn, my sister. I love you.” His body suddenly went limp.
“Eomer!” she cried. “EOMER!” she said again, only this time screaming. She started to sob on his bloody chest, then cried herself to sleep.
Just a warning, it might be a little while before I post the next chapter, 'cause I'm a little slow at writting.
Hope you enjoyed it!
I like it 
Contractions? You'd think she'd have thought of it.... but I guess she hadother things on her mind. 