Ghosts - Day 3 Oct 20, 2009 16:22:51 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Oct 20, 2009 16:22:51 GMT
Eledhwen could hardly take in all that had happened to her over the past two days... Two Days! She had seen more strange sights in those short hours than in the rest of her entire life. Not that that was difficult - most of her life had been spent following in the shadow of the great Eomer in her own land of Rohan. The one time she could have had an adventure he had flatly refused that she go with them, forcing her to stay behind with the women while he took his troops away from the ailing Theoden. Eledhwen could do nothing but watch as the king grew weaker under the influence of the wizard, feeling helpless and without purpose.
When Middle-Earth was once more safe, or so they thought, when King Theoden was himself once again, when her father had gone with the Elves she had found a purpose, but now she felt it slipping away from her as other more important matters yet again arose. This time however she would not remain behind with the women. This time there was no Eomer to order her. He had not seen her leave. He did not know where she had gone. The love she felt for the captain of the Rohirrim was still with her, but she knew nothing could ever come of it. He would never see her as anything other than a child, and in any case she was far too wild for the likes of him. He would want a woman he could take care of, to protect and nurture, one whom would bear his children and take care of them at home while he was out defending his kingdom. Eledhwen could never be that woman. She would not be content to stay at home cooking, she would want to be by his side, riding against the Orc and whatever other creature threatened their existence.
Standing alone at the end of the long promontory in the cold glow of the false dawn, Eledhwen let her thoughts drift. The one thing that had always remained a constant in her life was her love for Eomer - his strength, his loyalty, his fierce temper and his sense of humor. Perhaps love was not the right word - perhaps hero-worship would better describe what she felt. But whatever it was, it was the one thing that had remained true through the betrayal of her father and the Elf witch, through the strange magic which almost destroyed Rohan, through the great battle that they had thought would save Middle-Earth.
Now as she thought of him though she found she was holding a vision in her head, not of the great Rohirrim prince, but of one taller, fairer, more other-worldly and yet stronger...
Fiercely she scowled, shaking her head to physically rid herself of this unwanted vision. Why would that... that PIG weasel his way into her head when she was thinking of Eomer? She hated Haldir... HATED him, like she hated all Elves. If she never set eyes on him again she would be happy.
But... he had worked some sort of Elf magic on her... and convinced her that she should throw in her lot with the strangers, to journey with them to retrieve the rings of power. She could have pretended, just to get to Valinor and hence to her father... but she knew in her heart that he had really managed to make her believe in the cause. And that merely served to make her hate him more. She knew it had to be magic, the same stinking evil magic that the witch had used on her father, the same magic that Sauron used... After all, what were Orcs but Elves who had turned bad? In Eledhwen's mind they were all the same - no better than Orcs.