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Date Posted: 19:00:19 05/08/02 Wed
Eowyn did not dream anything while she slept, but voices kept whispering to her. Some of the things that they said she recognised, and it brought a flutter to her heart as her mind was taken back.
...I shall sicken anew, if there is naught that I can do...What do you wish? If it lies in my power, I will do it...Wake Eowyn...I say to you that you are beautiful...Joy to see you...I need you...Do you not love me, or will you not?...You are a lady beautiful, i deem, beyond even the words of Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you...Wake Eowyn...I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will...I need you...
A bead of sweat ran smoothly over the curves of her forehead and she lifted a shaking hand to wipe it away. Her now open eyes focused on the figure sitting by her bedside, stroking her hair gently.
Though her lips were dry and her throat was parched, she whispered to him:
"No houses could be fairer, for those who desire to be healed. But I cannot lie in sloth, idle, caged. I looked for death in battle. But I have not died, and battle goes on..." She trailed off, watching his face. The scene was clear in her mind, the words she had spoken many years ago still fresh on her tongue. Did he remember as distinctly as she? Standing alone in the gardens of the Houses of Healing. The first words she had spoken to him, the first answer she had recieved.
Wake Eowyn, I need you.
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