||[Jun. 15th, 2003|10:30 pm]
Title: A Gilded Cage|
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Faramir woke in the middle of the night to find the other side of the bed empty and cold.
Alarmed by this, he rose and dressed, before going in search of his wife. It did not take him long to find her. She was kneeling in the courtyard, wearing only her nightclothes with a cloak over the top, with tears streaming down her face.
Faramir rushed to her side, suddenly terrified for her safety. Was she ill? Had the Black Breath come upon her again? He knelt by her side and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Eowyn? Eowyn, it’s midnight, and it’s pouring with rain. Why don’t you come back inside? I’ll have the kitchens make you a hot drink.”
Eowyn looked around, seeming puzzled, as though she had not noticed the weather. Then she turned and crumpled into Faramir’s arms, still weeping. He could barely make out her next words through the sobbing.
“I cannot use it. I do not know how. I have lost my skills.”
It was only then that he saw the sword lying at her side, and understood. Gathering her to him, he strove to comfort her as best he could, stroking her yellow hair.
“Oh, Eowyn. Oh, my love. The war is over, and Sauron is defeated for all time. You have no need of your sword, now.”
She pulled away, eyes blazing, and snapped at him: “You do not understand! I am a shieldmaiden of Rohan, and my skills are all I have that is my own! If I have lost them, how can I call myself sister to Eomer King? Or niece to Theoden? Who am I without my sword?”
“You are wife to Faramir, and Lady of Ithilien. And with or without your sword, you will always be sister to Eomer King. But if it please you, I will send the captain of my guard to you tomorrow, and he will begin to train you in the sword once again. Now, my love, will you come inside out of the rain?”
Her anger drained away, and she looked on him with gratitude, and allowed him to help her to her feet. Together, they walked back to their chambers, their sorrows laid aside and forgotten – for as long as might be.
I like this a lot. It's very, well, Éowyn. And Faramir is understanding, so that's good, too. ::waves F/E flag::