|Subject: Grief and Sorrow
Eowyn and Faramir
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Date Posted: 13:13:19 11/01/02 Fri
Faramir threw himself to the ground as the siege continued. Perhaps the situations around them make the whole affair more enjoyable - he did not know. As he lay there, a wave of guilt swept through him. He was laughing. Today wasn't a day for that kind of thing - today was a day for his brother. With a pang of bitterness, Faramir realised - his wife probably hadn't even remembered.
Eowyn stood up and brushed herself down. She scanned the courtyard, expecting another attack coming from behind a tree or the like. For a moment she couldn't see where Faramir was, but then she spotted him lying on his back in the snow. The smile and laughter had fallen from his face, to be replaced by an upset frown.
She sighed compassionately and walked over. He had been distracted for a while, but she couldn't have hoped for him to forget altogether. On this day, she usually just left him to himself. Words were lost to him.
Eowyn lay down beside him. It felt like she had plunged herself into a pool of ice - she shivered and bit her teeth together. Grey clouds were slowly rolling across the blue sky and the moon was shining even now - an elucidated sliver against the impending gloominess. It was ironic how much the environment could change with their moods. Or was it that their moods changed with the environment?
No matter, she rolled over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
“Look at the trees,” she said softly. “They’re dead and withered. The branches writhe and whip each other in silenced pain. The leaves are brown and wrinkled, buried beneath a mountain of snow. They symbolize nothing but a cold, hopeless, dying future.
“But the future won’t be like that. In a few months, the trees will be alive again. They will be fresh and revived, green and beautiful. The birds will sing sweet songs of happiness from their branches, and we will breathe in their beauty and tranquility.
“Everything and everyone goes through a time of pain. We have to fight to overcome it, and sometimes it may seem like the pain will never end. But it will. Believe it and the path becomes clearer. You have to be strong through your winter, and when you have succeeded it, the spring will seem warmer and sunnier then ever before. It can’t be easy - but life is a struggle. And the biggest struggle is living through it, still holding your head high and loving the world around you.”
"Loving the world around me?" There was an irritation in Faramir’s voice, "How can I love it when I know it could be destroyed in moments? The world is cruel. It shows us nothing but bitterness and pain, except the few moments between, when we might be able to find some respite." He got up angrily shaking the snow off his clothes, almost disbelieving the inappropriateness of his earlier actions. He turned to face his wife - her golden braids spread across the purity of the snow, "There is being idealist Eowyn, and there is ignoring the facts. Maybe it's time I opened my eyes and saw the real world for once. My brother is dead - I have to accept that. I will avenge him Eowyn, in this life or the next."
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