Lord of the Rings 1. Chapter 1

**_I'M EXPERIMENTING._**

**_After 15 years of love and passion, for the first time I write about my LOTR's favorite caracter: Éowyn._**

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**_I'll update it, but depends of you._**

**_English is not my language, so… please forgive any mistake and give me the correct expression and I'll put it here. I have no beta reader._**

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**The Shieldmaiden and the King**

**Cap. 1**

Sitting on a stone bench in the garden, Aragorn thought about the day. He never felt such a bitter taste in the words he had had to say, for everyone's joy.

A mix of good and bad feelings reached him when he remembered the young warrior that so brave had declared her love for him.

She was marrying a man so noble and wise that could be a Great King to Gondor, as good as himself. Looking at the couple smiling to each other and the people who attended the ceremony, Aragorn felt like he was a stranger in his own home.

_"She's a Queen even without a title or crown."_

He remembered the very last conversation with her before the wedding…

All friends were celebrating joyfully in Meduseld, but she excused herself and went to the front of the tomb from her beloved king and uncle.

The moonlight transformed her in a ray of light in the middle of the white flowers. He did not remember seeing such a fair lady, nor even Galadriel and Arwen seemed to magical and divine as Éowyn.

But she was just a mortal woman, trembling under the sobs of a mourning so grievous.

"Éowyn?" he said, touching her shoulders. When she saw him, she stepped away. The old habit of reacting and defending herself.

Then she tried to wipe her tears, but Aragorn walked and put her golden hair away from her pale face, wiping the tears with his own thumbs. She looked like the same maiden in despair that had implored him to ride with the Grey Company to the Paths of the dead.

"I will not ask you to not weep for him that was most than a father to you. I only ask you to not despair, not tonight. This night is yours."

"I should be inside this grave, not him, lord. Not him. If I had…" she said suddenly, but she saw deception in his eyes and tried to amend. "I always think about it, but it's not every day."

"You do not know how to lie to me, Éowyn."

That was truth. She used to hide, but knew that he understood what she said as being from others, when she was the owner of the words.

Disentangling from his arms gently, she headed to up the hill, but he grabbed her arm and said:

"We need to talk."

All his words used to be heavy as the ages of the world, but these two almost pushed her into the ground.

Taking a deep breath and mustering all her strength, she turned to him:

"I hear you, my lord."

"No formalities. I'm just the man I've always been, to your eyes."

"_No, you're not_." she thought, but decided not to say anything.

"Éowyn ..." he said, but had no courage to begin.

Seeing a man always so secure and brave to fight and mince his words, she decided that if that would be the last conversation between them, who would speak was her heart, without half words, metaphors or fears. She had nothing to lose anymore.

"If you came to ask me if I still love a shadow and a thought, listen what I say Aragorn: I never loved a shadow, much less a thought! You have always been very real to me. You was the one who loved the shadow of your elf maiden, waiting for decades, lying on a bed and submissive to her own fears and her father. She was with you just in thought and what a thought is compared to reality? A dream and nothing more."

He swallowed, eyes glittering with fright as she continued, obstinate:

"I loved you in my own way and did my best to support you here in Rohan. I do not admit you to believe the stories that I was interested in what you would be after war. If I wanted so desperately to be Queen, I would have been careless my uncle when he fell into disgrace and spell and wouldn't have supported my brother nor my cousin, the son of Théoden King. When I saw you, I saw the man, not the throne of Gondor. I saw my freedom, I really thought you could take me from here and let me ride and fight at your side. Fight for me, for you, for our peoples. But you denied me everything and tried all the ways to convince me to stay away from war.

"Éowyn!" he waved his arms and closed the distance between them, but she pushed him away and said dryly:

"I have not finished."

Aragorn had never seen her like that. He tried to realize how complex was the Lady of Rohan.

"After you left me at Dunharrow and went to the Paths of the Dead, there was anything to do besides cry for me and for your destiny on that road. But then I thought about it and pondered your words. You, like the others, wanted to keep me in the house ...

"I was just trying to protect you."

"Keeping me away from my dreams of battles and glories? I wasn't born to stay home while everyone fights. I was born to defend myself and defend those I love. I am of the House of Eorl!"

"I know."

"Do you know? And why you didn't let me go with you? I begged not only for your love that day, I begged for the chance to have some usefulness in this War!" she finally showed him all her bitterness and anger."

"Your uncle and brother would never allow... and I couldn't even think of anything happening to you in battle and under my responsibility! I knew if someone attacked me, you would protect me with your life as you did with your uncle."

"I am a shieldmaiden!"

"I know" he sighed. "Éowyn, please understand: I saw despair in your eyes and it frightened me. There was no fear so great as what I felt to imagine what you would do. Deep inside, I knew you would ride anyway to the Pelennor Fields."

She looked at him in disbelief.

"Then you are a coward!" she exploded and his body stiffened. Nobody ever had called him a coward.

His eyes were trapped into hers for minutes that seemed hours. She knew she had gone too far, but there was no word better to describe his actions about her going to battle. When the tension seemed almost to burn down the vegetation around them, he said…

**_To be continued?_**


	2. Chapter 2

_Hello there, I'm back!_

_First, I have to say thanks to tommyginger, Rosa Cotton, Eileena and ApprenticeMagic for all kind words. Thank you!_

_I'll try to update the story every month, because my english will get better, I'm studing in a college of English language and literature :)_

_I think about this story almost every night, so, again I ask you to do forgive my mistakes, English is not my mother language and I have no beta._

_Tolkien owns everything!_

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**The Shieldmaiden and the King**

**Cap. 2**

"I am not a coward, Éowyn! I was just…" he stopped and looking at her, silently pleading her to not push him or he could finally fall. He was tired and sad when should be full of joy and relief. There's no relief in being the King of Gondor and Arnor. There's no relief in being a great lord, the work was hard and he felt caged. And then…

And then, he found himself daydreaming about the old life, of wandering, walking, running, of battles, of freedom and all these things remind her, the fair white lady of Rohan.

Another great silence passed between them, but this time, something deep and sad came over the young shieldmaiden and the grim ranger.

"I could not undo things and promises that was done even before you were born." he continued, heavy breathing. He was trying to convince her and himself of that.

"Éowyn, what's done is done. I can not change. There is my honor, my word, my heritage and Kingdom."

"I'm not asking you to undo anything, Aragorn." she said in a whisper.

She knew he would not say the words she wanted to hear, especially now that she was engaged and him married, but there was no consolation in what she was seeing in his eyes. Oh, that terrible kind gaze, always lulling her to a dream land where every desire was possible.

"You are a king of men, a great warrior and I admire you for that, but with me, you acted like a coward and I do not withdraw my words." she said with the rest of courage that was fighting with the desire of hold him close.

With this, he took her hands upon his chest, caressing like a lover do, like Faramir do or even more passionate. She began to tremble.

"You are amazing, Éowyn. I think I never had a chance to tell you how much I admire you, even if to your eyes, I am a coward. You never cease of amaze me. You never cease of surprise me with actions and words of courage and imprudence. I'm not reprimanding you, I cannot do that." she forced a little smile as he continued to praise her:

"You are a great woman, you make almost everything that was said about any other fair lady of Arda look like a child tale. Will you forgive this coward?" he forced a smile, but was not asking for real forgiveness, he just wanted keep their friendship until he decide what to do with all the feelings. He knew her well enough to know that if they could not be friends, she would ignore him and it would be like death without honor.

"Someday I think I can forgive you about the Grey Company." the warm caresses of his hands on hers were making her nervous. She was beginning to doubt everything but her damned love for the Dúnedain and that it was mutual. It cannot be!

Aragorn closed the distance between them, almost hugging her. A cold chill blew and her hair covered her beautiful face in the wind. He touched her hair and a strange look was exchanged, a look of wanting, of hunger, of lust and fear.

"And about the other things?" he said in a moan, not of lament, but with the intimacy he should share only with Arwen.

Blinking and trying to keep herself on her feet, Éowyn said an audibly "No!" and took her hands abruptly from his grip before run up the hill without looking back.

TBC...


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Lord of the Rings, Drama, Romance