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Aftermath - 08
“What are you thinking?” Frodo asked suspiciously.
He had been watching Lienan ever since Faramir and Rowena had left. He could see the gears turning in the young maiden’s head as a plan began to form.
“Éowyn could have ended this long before it began,” she said mostly to herself. Then turning to Frodo she added, “Before she was wedded to Faramir.”
“What do you mean?” Frodo asked in confusion.
“At the funeral of Théoden, after Éomer announced that the two were to be married, the Prince Imrahil entered the room and Éowyn seemed…in awe of him,” Lienan explained, “It was similar to how Rowena and Faramir seemed when they first set eyes on each other.”
“Prince Imrahil was from Dol Amroth, was he not?” Frodo asked curiously.
“Yes, he was, and Éowyn looked upon him with much admiration,” the Elven maiden replied, “I believe that she is in love with him and not Faramir.
Aftermath - 07
Merry and Pippin were walking through Lothlórien after their fishing expedition with Gandalf when they saw a woman with flaxen hair riding up on a horse.
“Lady Éowyn!” Merry exclaimed nervously.
“Have you seen him?” the Lady of Rohan asked as she rode up to them.
“Who, my Lady?” Merry asked.
“My husband of course,” Éowyn snapped with a bit of anger, “Is Faramir here?”
“He’s in Caras Galadhon, my Lady,” Pippin replied calmly.
“Thank you, Master Hobbit,” Éowyn said before she rode off towards her husband.
After she was far out of sight, Merry turned sharply to Pippin with a glare. Knowing that he was in a lot of trouble for what he told the Lady of Rohan, Pippin bowed his head in defeat.
At that moment, Frodo and Lienan were walking back to the palace hand in hand when they spot Éowyn riding up. As she was about to gallop by them, Lienan held up her hand to stop her.
Aftermath - 06
Legolas and his companions stumbled on towards the capital city of Lórien. When they arrived, they were asked to meet with the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien.
“My Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel,” Legolas greeted with a respectable bow, Faramir and Frodo following as best they could in their state.
“What brings you here to our fair woods?” Celeborn asked.
“They have come to heal their wounds,” Galadriel replied, reading their thoughts as always.
“You were in a battle?” the Lord of Lórien asked in alarm, “Why was I not told of this battle?”
“My lord, my companion’s wounds were not received in battle,” Legolas explained, “They were received in…love, I suppose.”
“Ah, I see, problems of the heart” Celeborn said, smiling slightly at the thought, “I am afraid many suffer from such wounds.”
“That I know all to well,” Legolas commented solemnly. Then quickly
Aftermath - 05
“Come on, Frodo,” Legolas said as he lifted the nearly passed out Hobbit.
The Elven Prince had decided that the cheery little Hobbit need a little cheering up and that beer was not the answer for him.
“Where are we going?” the Hobbit asked groggily.
“To Lothlórien to heal your sorrows,” the Elf Prince replied, “You remember Lórien don’t you?”
“I do,” the Hobbit relied drunkenly, “It was so beautiful!”
“Wait, I’m coming with you,” Sam shouted, drunken like his master.
“Go home, Sam,” Frodo sighed, “I’m sure Rosie’s wondering where you’ve got to.”
“Rosie?” the gardener mused, “Oh, Rosie!”
And with that, Sam rushed out in his drunken state and ran all the way home to his pregnant wife.
“Well,” Frodo said good naturedly, “We won’t be seeing him for a while.”
“I’ll have one of the guards ma
Aftermath - 04
“Father will not be pleased that she left without seeing him,” Legolas said to no one in particular, “He and my sister were just beginning to get along again.”
After the ladies left, the men and Hobbits were invited to the home of Legolas for some ale to help forget about their grief of the girl’s sudden departure.
“She had a good reason to leave,” Frodo said to the Elven Prince, “I think he’ll understand.”
“Perhaps,” the Prince of Mirkwood mused, “It’s just been so long since I last saw her; I had hoped that the reunion would have lasted a bit more.”
“I suppose she was just angry with Faramir for upsetting Rowena,” Frodo suggested.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Maelute insisted, “I’m sure she won’t stay angry for long.”
“How long did she stay mad at your father, Legolas?” Frodo asked curiously.
“…Sixty years,” Legolas replie
Punching the wood with all my might
The tears building and blurring my sight
Forgetting the pain hidden within
The secrets lost beyond my grin
My knuckles bleed, my hand is sore
A permanent dent inside the door
But the anger still remains sadness too
Replacing the blood that I just drew
I search for another tool to use
My body screaming to be abused
Spotting the simple knife on my bed
I rush over, the light in my eyes dead
Nice red lines across my wrist
My hands balled tight into a fist
My skin is all bloodied and torn
The blade slicing me like a thorn
The physical pain that I embrace
Emotions disappearing without a trace
Forgetting the tragedy and the heartache
Forgetting the tears that you create
To drown in something that is real
To concentrate on what I can heal
And forget for just a little while
The lie that's etched in my smile
So I watch the blood drip down my arm
Constantly cutting my skin without alarm
Lost in a world inside of my mind
Seeking the peace that I can’t find
Aftermath - 03
In the palace at Gondor, Arwen was impatiently pacing back and forth while Elessar sat on his throne uncomfortably watching his dear wife.
"What is wrong, my dear?" the King ventured to ask.
"You are my husband," Arwen snapped that way that Elves do, "You should already know."
"But - " Elessar started to say.
"Forget it!" Arwen interrupted, seemingly not listening to him, "It's not that important."
Elessar felt helpless. He wanted to do something to make Arwen feel better, but her actions were beginning to annoy him. How could she expect him to fix things if she wouldn't even tell him what was wrong? Just then their argument was interrupted but that infernal caller. The boy had the worse timing in all of Middle-earth.
"Horse approaching, my Lord," the boy called.
"Now, who could that be?" Arwen asked, mostly to herself.
"I thought you were an all-seeing elf," the Lord Elessar said jokingly.
"Only the Keepers of the Three could see into the future and even then it was only a shadow
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