Broadening my proverbial horizons
Jun. 27th, 2004 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kadollanSo, since I have yet to finish a Harry Potter fic, I thought I'd start an LoTR fic.
Yeah, cuz that makes sense.
Anyway, here for your reading pleasure (and cut for those of you it wouldn't please) is perhaps the begining of something interesting.
“I know what you would say, sir.” Aragorn had not but stepped within the confines of Eowyn’s chamber at the Houses of Healing when her cold voice stopped him. He had never heard such anger in her voice, not even as she had spoken of her dissatisfaction with her duties at Edoras and the Hornburg.
Surprised, he answered. “Do you?”
“Do not seek to soften your disdain with pretty words. I know what you would say. That I abandoned my post, my people, seeking glory and valor over duty—over honor.” Eowyn sat rigidly in the one chair in the room. The coldness in her voice seemed to pervade her entire being. It was as though the wound dealt her by the ruined King of Angmar had scored upon her heart as well as her body.
Perched awkwardly at the edge of her bed, Faramir began to rise as Aragorn entered the room. What began as an act of obeisance turned quickly to defense. “Nay! Say not that! This lady is valiant, courageous and true. She has slain the Black Captain, a foe that brought my Rangers, time and again, to their knees. How can you think her ill?”
Eowyn placed her hand upon Faramir’s arm. “Peace friend. I will speak.”
“Lady.” Aragorn began again. “Eowyn. Am I not your friend also? You once granted me the greastest honor, that of trust. Did you not unburden your heart to me? Would I say these things to you?”
“That and more. Do not toy with me, I say! Have you not come here to throw those very words to you back in my face? ‘What use is duty without valour?’ Didn’t I ask you that? What use is my heroism, without my honor? Theoden King left his people in my care and I threw that away to prove to myself and to others that I am as good as any man of the Riddermark. Well, the Witch King is gone, and may the Valar see fit to continue his curse, but where then, does that leave me? A traitor to my people?”
“My dear friend, Eowyn, no. I do not say these things to you. Rather you say them to yourself. Whether or not your decision to ride to Pellenor was wisdom or folly only you can say. You must wrestle these matters within yourself.” Eowyn’s face, already too pale, whitened, and Aragorn wondered whether or not the beautiful lady of Rohan would ever find peace.
Abruptly standing, Eowyn turned to the room’s lone window. Hugging her arms close to her body she turned back to the two men. “I would ask you to leave me now.” Her voice, already brittle, was stretched close to breaking. “Leave me,” she repeated, as both men hesitated.
Finally, after searching Eowyn’s eyes, Aragorn bowed slightly. “As my lady commands.”
Faramir, walked over to his new friend’s side and took her cold, cold hand. Bringing it to his lips he murmured. “As you wish.”
Please and sweetly, read and review. This is my very, very first attempt at writing LoTR fic, and I'm interested to know if I'm on the right track, as it were.
Yeah, cuz that makes sense.
Anyway, here for your reading pleasure (and cut for those of you it wouldn't please) is perhaps the begining of something interesting.
“I know what you would say, sir.” Aragorn had not but stepped within the confines of Eowyn’s chamber at the Houses of Healing when her cold voice stopped him. He had never heard such anger in her voice, not even as she had spoken of her dissatisfaction with her duties at Edoras and the Hornburg.
Surprised, he answered. “Do you?”
“Do not seek to soften your disdain with pretty words. I know what you would say. That I abandoned my post, my people, seeking glory and valor over duty—over honor.” Eowyn sat rigidly in the one chair in the room. The coldness in her voice seemed to pervade her entire being. It was as though the wound dealt her by the ruined King of Angmar had scored upon her heart as well as her body.
Perched awkwardly at the edge of her bed, Faramir began to rise as Aragorn entered the room. What began as an act of obeisance turned quickly to defense. “Nay! Say not that! This lady is valiant, courageous and true. She has slain the Black Captain, a foe that brought my Rangers, time and again, to their knees. How can you think her ill?”
Eowyn placed her hand upon Faramir’s arm. “Peace friend. I will speak.”
“Lady.” Aragorn began again. “Eowyn. Am I not your friend also? You once granted me the greastest honor, that of trust. Did you not unburden your heart to me? Would I say these things to you?”
“That and more. Do not toy with me, I say! Have you not come here to throw those very words to you back in my face? ‘What use is duty without valour?’ Didn’t I ask you that? What use is my heroism, without my honor? Theoden King left his people in my care and I threw that away to prove to myself and to others that I am as good as any man of the Riddermark. Well, the Witch King is gone, and may the Valar see fit to continue his curse, but where then, does that leave me? A traitor to my people?”
“My dear friend, Eowyn, no. I do not say these things to you. Rather you say them to yourself. Whether or not your decision to ride to Pellenor was wisdom or folly only you can say. You must wrestle these matters within yourself.” Eowyn’s face, already too pale, whitened, and Aragorn wondered whether or not the beautiful lady of Rohan would ever find peace.
Abruptly standing, Eowyn turned to the room’s lone window. Hugging her arms close to her body she turned back to the two men. “I would ask you to leave me now.” Her voice, already brittle, was stretched close to breaking. “Leave me,” she repeated, as both men hesitated.
Finally, after searching Eowyn’s eyes, Aragorn bowed slightly. “As my lady commands.”
Faramir, walked over to his new friend’s side and took her cold, cold hand. Bringing it to his lips he murmured. “As you wish.”
Please and sweetly, read and review. This is my very, very first attempt at writing LoTR fic, and I'm interested to know if I'm on the right track, as it were.
