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Date Posted: 19:53:11 05/13/02 Mon
Eowyn felt uncomfortable. She had heard Faramir and Elessar outside her door, but she heard nothing more than murmurs. Aragorn's brief joke, though at first slightly offending, had lightened the air, and she desired to talk with him. Faramir had seemed guarded however, and there had been an air of tension between the two. Obviously the had some matter of great importance to discuss, of which she would be told nothing.
The corridor outside her room was now quiet. So that was it - Faramir had just gone.
"Arhal!" she called out. Within seconds, her maid appeared, carrying a tray laden with steaming soup and fresh meat. Seeing the meal, Eowyn shook her head.
"I do not wish to eat. Pray, fetch the healer who came to see me this morning."
"Yes mistress," Arhal replied politely, bowing to leave.
"And," Eowyn added, "a clean gown. I will be cooped up no longer." The maid looked suprised and opened her mouth to speak, but Eowyn waved her hand in the direction of the door.
Before long, the healer Braîthe had arrived at her rooms. Immediately, he rushed over to her bedside and felt her forehead with the back of his hand.
"I honestly do not recommend that you leave your bed my lady. You are not yet well enough to go rampaging around the castle."
Eowyn brushed his hand away impatiently. "I do not wish to 'rampage'," she told him fiercly. Softening her tone, she said to him, "I did not call you here to ask for your permission. I simply would like your help. I have duties and I am no use to anyone lying up here doing nothing, so I would be most grateful if you would help me get up and give me some 'support', if you will. If you will not, then I will just have to manage on my own."
The healer sighed and, grudgingly, held her arm firmly as Eowyn levered herself from the bed. Her legs were shaky but she soon steadied herself.
Arhal brought in a long red dress for her to wear. The soft velvet tickled her delicate skin as she was helped into it, the material falling delicately over her curves and hiding her trembling limbs. With her hair brushed and plaited elegantly behing her head, Eowyn looked almost well, despite her pale skin. Holding her head up high, she took Braîthe on her arm and walked forward, taking small, firm steps.
They made slow progress but Eowyn was determined and kept going, without any falter or hesitation. She could hear much hustle and bustle going on and, stopping to look out one of the many windows, she saw hundreds of people milling around the castle grounds.
"What is going on?" she asked inquisitively.
"The King. He is preparing to fight Lord Deollyn. Had you not heard of the trial?"
"It is now?" Eowyn was shocked. She had not taken in all that Faramir had said earlier, and now it came back to her.
Trial by combat...near fatal...little hope
"But what of his injury?" she asked, concerned. "He surely is in no state to fight."
"He is not fully recovered from his injury, and something like this could prove very dangerous for him. But he will not back down, and the fight starts shortly." The healer sounded like Elessar had already died. He was brief and morose sounding, and did not offer her any more information than that.
"Please take me down there," Eowyn asked.
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