Post by Eowyn on Jun 14, 2013 18:51:42 GMT -5
Standing before Belethorn with the stained blade, Eowyn could feel her anger melt away with the touch of his hand. Her heart fluttered again, just as it had when he spoke of her skills as a warrior, and she longed to drop the knife and take his hand in full. But she would restrain herself until they were alone and could talk of the feelings that had bloomed between them. That would come with the dawn and the rising sun.
"I know you will do well on my behalf," she replied gently.
She stepped aside near Dernhold as Grima begged for mercy. Belethorn leapt on his words with a vigor and a hot weapon in his hand. The woman was impressed as Grima caved in and began the release spell. Admiration and joy filled the woman's eyes as the last word was forced out, a feeling of freshness overcoming the atmosphere in the room.
"It seems as if our work is done, gentlemen," she announced. "I will now see to my uncle's needs. Please make sure that our visitor is taken care of accordingly."
Pausing a moment to catch Belethorn's eye, Eowyn left the chamber and hurried down to the king's room. Her heart raced as she reached the door, her fingers so shaken that it took a moment to get the door open. The fire was lit and glowing in the corner of the room, sending a wave of warmth across the visitors. Theoden was resting in his bed, eyes closed and chest rising softly as he breathed.
"My lord?" called the lady, hastening to his side and clutching his withered hand. "Uncle, can you hear me?"
The old man did not speak but the woman could sense a twitch in his fingers. Slowly, his ancient eyes fluttered and burst open. The warmth of the fire seemed to increase as his blue eyes turned in the direction of his niece. "I know your face," he said, his voice as low as fog in the early morning. "My dearest Eowyn. It is well to see you smiling again. Dark have been my dreams of late."
Eowyn could not speak, but could only smile and bow her head against the flood of tears that consumed her.
"I know you will do well on my behalf," she replied gently.
She stepped aside near Dernhold as Grima begged for mercy. Belethorn leapt on his words with a vigor and a hot weapon in his hand. The woman was impressed as Grima caved in and began the release spell. Admiration and joy filled the woman's eyes as the last word was forced out, a feeling of freshness overcoming the atmosphere in the room.
"It seems as if our work is done, gentlemen," she announced. "I will now see to my uncle's needs. Please make sure that our visitor is taken care of accordingly."
Pausing a moment to catch Belethorn's eye, Eowyn left the chamber and hurried down to the king's room. Her heart raced as she reached the door, her fingers so shaken that it took a moment to get the door open. The fire was lit and glowing in the corner of the room, sending a wave of warmth across the visitors. Theoden was resting in his bed, eyes closed and chest rising softly as he breathed.
"My lord?" called the lady, hastening to his side and clutching his withered hand. "Uncle, can you hear me?"
The old man did not speak but the woman could sense a twitch in his fingers. Slowly, his ancient eyes fluttered and burst open. The warmth of the fire seemed to increase as his blue eyes turned in the direction of his niece. "I know your face," he said, his voice as low as fog in the early morning. "My dearest Eowyn. It is well to see you smiling again. Dark have been my dreams of late."
Eowyn could not speak, but could only smile and bow her head against the flood of tears that consumed her.