Six Days of Spooky: Day 3
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illwyndThis came to me all of a sudden the other day, out of nowhere. :D
Éowyn’s Nightmare
by illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's!
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Éowyn/Gríma
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lilan14 and cressidarambles for looking this over! Feedback is always appreciated.
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spooky_arda and meduseld.
She walked down a dark hallway. It had once been fair, with weavings along the walls that told the ancient tales of her homeland, but she now little remembered them, or what it was like in the light. There was little light here now.
She did remember her family—her brother, her uncle, a wisp of memory of her parents long-dead—but those memories did little to cheer her. They had gone, and she wished now that she had followed. Those that remained knew her not at all.
His presence… even in her nightmares she could not have described it, his love that hated, his eyes that raked across her cruelly, his hands that scored her flesh wherever they touched. At first she had endured it, for she was the daughter of kings, strong and steadfast… but now, far worse, she had grown used to it.
He had come to her when all had failed, and as she readied the people to flee from that place he spoke to her his bargain, her life for her loyalty. Her hand had flown, and he had winced and then smiled, all dark, lank hair and white teeth. And then he had prepared for her a cage, and there she remained.
Within her cage she walked in ruined Meduseld, and paced the floor in haunted memory. Within her cage she stood beside his chair and watched with weary eyes, waiting on him as she had on Théoden while he still lived. Within her cage she withered, unable to remember how she once had beat against the bars and screamed in useless rage. Within her cage she slept in comforting dreams, like a child huddled around a soft toy. Even had the door opened now, she could not have walked out of it.
Éowyn jolted awake from the nightmare in the early hours, when all was still dark. Her heart pounded, and sweat was beaded on her brow. Still shaking, she rose to her feet and clad herself, putting on her waist a sturdy belt, and with it her sword. She waited for the sun to rise over the fields of Rohan, and soon, she hoped, soon would come some answer, some chance for her escape, before this nightmare or any other could be made real.
~end~
Éowyn’s Nightmare
by illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's!
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Éowyn/Gríma
Notes: Thanks to
lilan14 and cressidarambles for looking this over! Feedback is always appreciated. X-posted to
spooky_arda and meduseld.She walked down a dark hallway. It had once been fair, with weavings along the walls that told the ancient tales of her homeland, but she now little remembered them, or what it was like in the light. There was little light here now.
She did remember her family—her brother, her uncle, a wisp of memory of her parents long-dead—but those memories did little to cheer her. They had gone, and she wished now that she had followed. Those that remained knew her not at all.
His presence… even in her nightmares she could not have described it, his love that hated, his eyes that raked across her cruelly, his hands that scored her flesh wherever they touched. At first she had endured it, for she was the daughter of kings, strong and steadfast… but now, far worse, she had grown used to it.
He had come to her when all had failed, and as she readied the people to flee from that place he spoke to her his bargain, her life for her loyalty. Her hand had flown, and he had winced and then smiled, all dark, lank hair and white teeth. And then he had prepared for her a cage, and there she remained.
Within her cage she walked in ruined Meduseld, and paced the floor in haunted memory. Within her cage she stood beside his chair and watched with weary eyes, waiting on him as she had on Théoden while he still lived. Within her cage she withered, unable to remember how she once had beat against the bars and screamed in useless rage. Within her cage she slept in comforting dreams, like a child huddled around a soft toy. Even had the door opened now, she could not have walked out of it.
Éowyn jolted awake from the nightmare in the early hours, when all was still dark. Her heart pounded, and sweat was beaded on her brow. Still shaking, she rose to her feet and clad herself, putting on her waist a sturdy belt, and with it her sword. She waited for the sun to rise over the fields of Rohan, and soon, she hoped, soon would come some answer, some chance for her escape, before this nightmare or any other could be made real.
~end~
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Date: 2008-10-28 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-28 11:13 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2008-10-29 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-30 05:46 am (UTC)Thanks, and glad you liked this! ^_^
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Date: 2008-10-29 03:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-30 05:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-30 05:47 am (UTC)Glad you liked this, and thanks for reading! ^_^
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-30 10:04 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! ^_^
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Date: 2008-11-02 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-04 03:00 am (UTC)*Uses Faramir avatar in hopes of sending her some hope and consolation*
Very well done!