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Post by Her Royal Highness on Jan 21, 2007 13:39:03 GMT -8
ooc: ok so yeah. we'll do this like in the book. starting at the corronation of Aragorn. so Arwen isn't present yet, but Granger feel free to write in her thoughts, feelings, flashbacks etc. that goes for any charrie that is not in the middle of whatever the main event is.. Lothiriel, would probably be there.. Eowyn, certainly... so yeah
ok. so i'll start working and post as soon as i can
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Post by sindanen on Jan 22, 2007 15:09:32 GMT -8
ooc: if no one objects.... i'd like to do eomer as well as lothy... otherwise, someone else can be eomer...
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Jan 25, 2007 18:56:54 GMT -8
ooc: fair enough i guess. i guess i'll take up Faramir as well.
and CHANGE OF PLAN
well start with preparations for the wedding of Eowyn and Faramir. that way, as granger put it, we won't be writing over what's already been written. however feel free to make ample use of flashbacks to events you wanted to cover.
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Post by sindanen on Feb 1, 2007 21:50:19 GMT -8
ooc: READY? GO!
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Feb 2, 2007 15:49:50 GMT -8
ooc: haha. that was funny. ok i'll get to work on it this weekend...
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Post by sindanen on Feb 26, 2007 12:19:28 GMT -8
start! pls =(
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Feb 26, 2007 16:53:26 GMT -8
i know i know. SORRY. i havent got around to it with swim starting and all. go for it. you can start.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 4, 2007 12:53:39 GMT -8
Ooc: ok here goes. FINALLY. Sorry it took so long. I left it open for you to pick up Jenny BIC: Pace by pace, her unshod feet hit the cool stones that paved the floors of Meduseld. The stones were considerably colder on the other side of the great wooden doors and the strong breeze began playing with the hem of her mantle and her long tresses, whipping the strands of gold across her face. She stopped at the edge of the top step of the hallowed stairway that led to the doors of the golden hall. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the scent of the simbelmyne that covered the mounds of the past kings of the Rohirim.
Such was the way in which she had spent countless sleepless nights in recent years, desperately trying to grasp at a vague and fleeting hope of escape from the cage that had been closing in upon her… a hope that had eluded her for so long. It had always been just beyond her reach, as if dangled just beyond the reach of her finger tips. Fearless as she was, no amount of courage had ever enabled her to attain that freedom she desired.
Until after the passing of the shadow.
Yet tonight, her sleeplessness was attributed to other feelings. It was no longer desperation that kept her alert. Rather, she was now filled with a joyous anticipation; one that was mingled with the strong bitter-sweetness of longing. It had been nearly a month since he had taken leave of her. “Only for a short while,” he had said when, with regret, he had allowed her fingers to slip from his as he rode forth. She had ached for him since.
She turned her gaze from the stars above to the starry mantle she now wore draped over her shoulders. The silver stars that lined it mirrored those above her. The mantle was one fit for a queen, and she wore it in memory of him who had given it to her. Wearing made her more aware of him and his love during their separation. While they were apart, she wore it only in solitude. Faramir. The name echoed through her being.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doors open behind her. The familiar stride of her brother broke into the night sounds as he came up beside her. .
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Post by sindanen on Mar 4, 2007 20:04:19 GMT -8
ooc: yes! omg im excited!
bic: Eomer Eadig, newly crowned king of Rohan, walked through the halls lightly. As he passed the wooden doors on either side of the dimly light hallway, he thought of his life up to the point. His uncle's death weighed on him heavily still, but it was his recent betrothal that was foremost in his mind. Make no mistake, his queen-to-be was everything and more, but she could be, difficult. Princess Lothiriel of Dol Amroth was a wildcat to say the least. Eomer knew she was unhappy- if unhappy was the word- with their engagement. Yet, she intrigued him. Lothiriel constantly defied him, when no other woman ever had. It was strangely attractive. Eomer knew she was awake, and meant to call upon her at the late hour, just to say goodnight, knowing it would infuriate her. He stopped in front of her door, and as he was about to knock, noticed a shadowy figure standing by the open stairwell. His gut reaction was to pull at a sword that wasn't hanging at his belt, but he immediately recognized his sister's stance. Deciding to leave Lothiriel in peace for one night, he crossed the floor to his sister.
"Eowyn, dear sister, how are you this evening? Mooning over your betrothed? Seems to be the idea of the night", Eomer teased his sister.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 4, 2007 20:49:00 GMT -8
Eowyn glanced toward him, playful fire kindling her glance. His was the frame of the mighty warriors of old, and on his brow rested the wisdom desireable in a lord among men. All her life, she had looked on Eomer with an intense pride. For many years, he had been all that had given her the will to endure. After Theoden King, Eomer had been the one soul she loved best in all the world... til now. He would now have to be satisfied with a tie for first in her heart.
"It taketh one lover to know another," she responded to his teasing. "Be advised brother, lest before long the princess of Dol Amroth soon become aware of the power over you which you are slowly yeilding to her."
King that he was, though newly made so, Eowyn knew that the idea of anyone holding influence with which to sway him would be the best way to get to the proud young man beside her.
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Post by sindanen on Mar 7, 2007 21:08:20 GMT -8
"Yes, it is somewhat true. Lothiriel holds my heart in her supple hands. Though, I wish she wouldn't crush it so. I intend to have her, and when her will gives way I will rejoice in sweet victory," Eomer said to his sister. His stance and movements showed pride, but in his eyes one could see the strain his bride to be was putting upon him.
Eomer was beginning to love her, though he did not see it himself. Lothiriel was perfect for him. All fire-covered ice. Eomer intended to get through both barriers that protected her heart.
"And so, the days slowly dwindle until we must depart with all haste towards Gondor for your wedding. I confess that I am sad that you will no longer be the Lady of Rohan. But I am proud that you picked such a man as Faramir. He is good man, and I am honored to have fought beside him." Eomer ended his small speech and looked forward. Everything he could see was his. Soon, it would be his and Lothiriel's.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 8, 2007 16:19:03 GMT -8
ooc: sorry to be picky... but i must point out that our beloved Eomer and Faramir never fought along side each other. Faramir was busy recuperating in the houses of healing back at Gondor while Eomer went with the men of the west to the black gate. after that, during any other minor battles that may have ensued, Faramir was busy with his responsibilities as Steward of the King. OH! btw, PLEASE post as Lothiriel. in your first post you mentioned she was still awake. i'm dying to see what you'll post...hurry!!! i'm excited!!!
BiC: Eowyn smiled at his self assurance. Within the few days that Lothiriel had been guest in the Golden Hall she had come to understand the young princess. She liked the girl exceedingly well yet she knew that Eomer would face much greater difficulty with winning her affection than he realized. yet then he had changed the subject. "Do you think I shall leave this land, the land of our fathers, free of regret? No, Eomer." she turned from him to look out upon the darkness that hid the rolling grasslands of the Rohirim. There was a pained look in her eyes. "My parting from this land will be bitter. All that falls under the rule of the king of the Golden Hall runs in my blood. Here, I was born. Here I have ridden. Here I have fought. I cannot think upon my departure without shuddering."
Yet even as she spoke, her thoughts drifted to all she had been forced to endure durring the years that her uncle had fallen under the control of his traitorous advisor. That weakling unworthy even to be called a human being who had haunted even her. How she had longed to be rid of him and of the ever growing feeling that she was slowly being suffocated, cornered, caged, like a wounded and wild animal desperate for a means of escape. Every muscle and sinew within her tensed in indignation as she remembered this and the disgrace to which all of Rohan had been reduced durring that period.
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Post by sindanen on Mar 8, 2007 20:40:48 GMT -8
ooc: yes. i should have phrased it better. what i meant was that they were in the same place, on the same side. and both were sort of Aragorn's homies
bic:
Eomer was saddened by his sister's thoughts. He did not know exactly what to say in comfort to her, so he put his arm on her shoulders and pulled her to him in a hug. In actuality, no words were needed between the siblings. Each knew how the other felt about Eowyn's departure, yet both were overjoyed by the circumstances of it. After they pulled apart Eomer said to his sister, "Goodnight Eowyn. Dream of what is to come, and let that which is behind us pass to the winds." Eomer turned and walked back towards his rooms. As he passed Lothiriel's quarters, he paused, rested his hand against the door, but thought better of knocking. Eomer smiled to himself, and turned the corner to his bedchamber.
Princess Lothiriel of Dol Amroth was angry to say the least. It was more that she was furious or enraged. She should not have been promised to the new king of Rohan like a prize. Lothiriel was not to be won. In fact, she detested her future king and husband. From the moment negotiations began about who she WAS to marry-since they hadn't asked her who SHE wanted- Eomer had been completely obnoxious. Strutting around her like she was supposed to be grateful that he had been chosen for her. Lothiriel didn't want him, nor did she need him. There was a man in Dol Amroth who loved her, and wished for her to be his. Arram. His name calmed her slightly. They had fallen in love a few years ago. Lothiriel folded some of her clothing; as she did, the smell of horses rose up from one of her dresses, and she was reminded of Eomer. He smelled of horses, leather and wild grass. Truth be told, it was a comforting combination, but Lothiriel refused to think of Eomer as comforting.
As Lothiriel lay on her bed, patiently waiting for sleep. She thought of life in Dol Amroth, the recent war, Arram, how she was grateful for the companionship of Eowyn in Edoras. But the last thought in her head was of Eomer.
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Mar 20, 2007 15:17:52 GMT -8
ooc: ok. here it is. FINALLY. soooo sorry.
The dark memories fled as she felt herself enveloped within the warm comforting strength of her brother’s arms. He had always done everything he could to protect her. His presence had been one of the few things that had kept her sane within those last few years during which her existence had become so unbearable. And for him, she gave thanks daily. Yet she knew that despite the happiness awaited her with Faramir, the parting of brother and sister would be bitter.
She remained under the stars, alone with her thoughts for a time longer after Eomer had withdrawn.
Within a few short days, she would be leaving behind all that was before her. All this that she knew as well as her own countenance. She couldn’t allow herself to dwell upon it anymore that night.
Turning abruptly, she re-entered the hall. Making her way slowly down the side corridors, she stopped at Lothiriel's quarters.
Eowyn knocked softly on the door’s elaborate wood work. After waiting a few moments and having received no reply, she moved on to her own chamber.
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Post by sindanen on Jun 6, 2007 18:34:22 GMT -8
Eomer lay in his bed, silently pondering the duties he would soon share with Lothiriel.
He hoped she gave him a chance to prove his growing feeling for her. There was something that she sparked in him. No other woman had ever managed to provoke anything in him. Yet, she did so easily.
It was a bit annoying actually, if truth be told. Eomer didn't enjoying not being able to understand what his body was telling him.
Convincing himself that these thoughts wouldn't allow him to sleep, he turned over and closed his eyes.
His last waking though was of his future queen...
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