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Date Posted: 15:54:10 08/21/02 Wed
Eowyn walked slowly through the castle corridors, dragging her feet on the stone. Face bent towards the floor, she let her thoughts guide her along the familiar path, running the words through in her mind - He is coming, and he will not rest until he sees you destroyed.
It didn't make sense, but what did anymore? All they could do was accept it. The world was a haze - the only clear point was her feet leading her.
She was grateful to be able to collapse on to her bed and fall into a deep sleep. But sleep was something she could not control.
The battlefield was dark and silent. Defeat was in the air, and in the still, lifeless hearts of empty bodies. Bodies void of thought, feeling.
The black, charred grass crunched underfoot. Everything was lifeless. She was over-whelmed with weariness and pain, and let herself fall to the ground. The world moved in slow motion and she shut her eyes, just listening to the silence.
Opening up to realtiy again, she looked into the eyes of the man lying next to her. Eyes so familiar and so sad. Rivulets of dark, congealed blood covered his face, mingled with strands of limp hair.
His hand rested beneath his face. A deep, dark line flew across his fist like a tattooed band imprinted on the skin. She focused on this scar, and started coughing and spluttering, choking on her own breath.
She shuffled backwards, pushing out with her hands and trying to get away. Away from her dead husband, away from knowing it was him. Turning onto her other side, she came face to face with her lifeless brother. She scrambled to her feet, crystal tears leaving silver tracks through the dirt on her face.
Her father, her mother, her uncle, her nephew - everyone she had ever known surrounded her, staring at her with un-seeing eyes.
She tripped and screamed out. The darkness enveloped her as she fell to the ground. Just it was no longer hard and cold.
Eowyn buryed her face in the soft white pillows and let her tears try to wash away the nightmare. But she couldn't lose the image of those eyes. They pleaded with her silently, haunting her and filling every inch of her body with fear.
She rolled off the bed and walked to the window. The moon cast shadows over a white blanket which coated the castle grounds. Snowflakes fell delicately, blown gently by the light wind. It was a beautiful night, but still she could not shake the image.
Over-come with sleep once again, she sank into the chair infront of the window. Death and distruction filled her mind once again as ice filled the air outside, smothering the last days of autumn and giving birth to a new winter.
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