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Eowyn
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Date Posted: 17:28:59 04/15/02 Mon
For the first time since the War of the Rings had ended, Eowyn was scared. Having ridden to Helm's Deep at almost top speed, she knew that they would not make it back to Minas Tirith before dusk, and Faramir knew it too. Perhaps he had been trying to give her some hope, but it was false hope. Surely he didn't think that she would just swallow his story and everything would turn out all right in the end? It was quite possible that they would find themselves facing an army of Orcs and their only weaponry was her small, jewel-encrusted dagger, which she carried with her at all times, and Faramir's sword. She hadn't even had any combat experience since she had swapped her sword for a sewing needle. Sure - Faramir was good, very good infact, but not good enough to fend off an entire army. If they were attacked, and to her it seemed inevitable at that point, then they would be outnumbered and practically defenceless.
A tear threatened to spill from her tired eye. Little more than an hour ago, everything had seemed so perfect. She shook herself. What was she turning into? Crying wouldn't solve anything - she had to be strong. It dawned on her how different she had become. In the several years she had been married to Faramir, her independence was gradually slipping away. Not that she blamed him, of course. But sitting in that dreary castle, day in, day out, with practically no-one to talk to was making her become just like any other little wife. She needed to be out in the open. To breathe the fresh air and do the things that she used to do. To get away from the depressed, over-emotional person that she was turning into. Now was not the time for self-assessment, however. She leaned further over the neck of her horse and rode with vigour, as she had in the battlefields.
Eowyn looked sideways at Faramir, but he was nothing more than a blur due to their haste. Her eyelids began to droop. It was so long since she had had a proper rest and time was starting to catch up on her. She gave a little shiver. A strong wind was picking up, more and more with every step they took. The light was beginning to fade. At any moment, she expected Orcs to jump out from the trees and set upon them. She knew it was silly, but as the light faded she began to become gradually more conscious of the rustling of leaves and the noises made by animals in the forest. Her horse was beginning to slow down. She had not wanted to leave her fine stallion behind and so had taken the horse she arrived on, not thinking that it would be just as tired as she. Before long, they had lost speed greatly, and the sun had set below the horizon.
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