Post by Eowyn on Nov 10, 2013 14:30:28 GMT -5
Watching the closed door for a moment, Eowyn turned at the sound of Belethorn's voice. He was acting very serious and she could tell that his words pained him greatly. Her heart ached to hear that he had been thrust into war so young, about the same age that she lost her father to orcs. She could see the pain in his eyes and wanted to speak, to reassure him that she too had felt loss, but she refrained. It was better to hear it all at once, after all.
So she continued to listen as Belethorn spoke of his childhood, the trials that he had in Aras and his promise to Lady Isabel. She was not shocked at all that he had been betrothed, the practice was common in Rohan as well. It had only been her brother's presence that had stopped her from being promised to another man.
"She would have been a lucky woman," she whispered, unable to contain herself. "You would be a fine husband for anyone. To treat a complete stranger, a different culture, so kindly shows the kind of man you are."
She could see the change in Cruess as he spoke of Isabel and she knew that he had loved her in his heart. When he began to tremble, she stepped closer, concern in her eyes. She had never seen him break like this and it worried her. Though she longed to touch his shoulder, she worried that the innocent comfort would hurt him even more.
Tears came to her own eyes when she heard about the attack on Aras. Belethorn had hinted at the event when they first met, but Eowyn had never heard it in full. She dipped her head, remembering the horrible night that her father had been brought back dead. She could still hear her mother's mournful cries and the pull of her brother's hands on her shoulders, attempting to keep her from the grizzly sight.
As the story came to it's conclusion, Eowyn could feel the man's eyes on her. Looking up at him, she saw the fear in his eyes, the pain that he had felt all this time. Did he fear she would reject him as a coward for his past?
"I already know the man that you are," she told him softly, coming forward and wiping the last of the wetness from his eyes. "Your past has scarred you greatly, as has mine to me. It does not form us, but shows that we are vulnerable and human."
She swallowed hard, the emotion of her parents' death returning to her mind. "I can see that you loved Isabel very much," she continued. "She was lucky to know you, a man so full of honor that you risked your life to protect her image. I am sure that she is proud of your actions since then."
Eowyn could feel her body quiver again, noticing for the first time that she was standing so close to the injured soul. Looking into his eyes, she yearned to know what he was thinking. Her heart, which had raced so hard earlier from delight and excitement, now raced with fear and concern. Would his past keep him from noticing her feelings? Were the moments they shared before nothing more than a longing to recreate his time with Isabel? Was she really the woman that he longed for?
So she continued to listen as Belethorn spoke of his childhood, the trials that he had in Aras and his promise to Lady Isabel. She was not shocked at all that he had been betrothed, the practice was common in Rohan as well. It had only been her brother's presence that had stopped her from being promised to another man.
"She would have been a lucky woman," she whispered, unable to contain herself. "You would be a fine husband for anyone. To treat a complete stranger, a different culture, so kindly shows the kind of man you are."
She could see the change in Cruess as he spoke of Isabel and she knew that he had loved her in his heart. When he began to tremble, she stepped closer, concern in her eyes. She had never seen him break like this and it worried her. Though she longed to touch his shoulder, she worried that the innocent comfort would hurt him even more.
Tears came to her own eyes when she heard about the attack on Aras. Belethorn had hinted at the event when they first met, but Eowyn had never heard it in full. She dipped her head, remembering the horrible night that her father had been brought back dead. She could still hear her mother's mournful cries and the pull of her brother's hands on her shoulders, attempting to keep her from the grizzly sight.
As the story came to it's conclusion, Eowyn could feel the man's eyes on her. Looking up at him, she saw the fear in his eyes, the pain that he had felt all this time. Did he fear she would reject him as a coward for his past?
"I already know the man that you are," she told him softly, coming forward and wiping the last of the wetness from his eyes. "Your past has scarred you greatly, as has mine to me. It does not form us, but shows that we are vulnerable and human."
She swallowed hard, the emotion of her parents' death returning to her mind. "I can see that you loved Isabel very much," she continued. "She was lucky to know you, a man so full of honor that you risked your life to protect her image. I am sure that she is proud of your actions since then."
Eowyn could feel her body quiver again, noticing for the first time that she was standing so close to the injured soul. Looking into his eyes, she yearned to know what he was thinking. Her heart, which had raced so hard earlier from delight and excitement, now raced with fear and concern. Would his past keep him from noticing her feelings? Were the moments they shared before nothing more than a longing to recreate his time with Isabel? Was she really the woman that he longed for?