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Jul. 8th, 2024 03:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nearamir[He has spent more and more time with the Lady of Rohan, as their recoveries progress. At first, it was largely for Elia's sake: seeing how she split herself between him and her old friend, knowing how tired she must be, knowing that once the children returned there would be more difficulty still, it seemed best to take a little of the weight off her shoulders.]
[At first. But then, he actually met Éowyn, began to break down the armour of her hostility, and there is more to it, now. There is a deeper sorrow in her, grief both old and new, calling out to his pity; and there is a strength and a steel behind it that is undeniable, a nobility that she carries even in the depths of despair. Most of all, there is understanding. They both of them faced the same darkness, looked it in the eye; both of them have walked to the edge of the same dark place, and dragged themselves back to the light.]
[It stopped being about Elia some time ago. They do not talk of her much, these days - though he thinks that may be because Éowyn is not prepared to reopen whatever wound is there, and he does not mean to be the one to uncover it. They talk of losses, and of grief, and of hope and the new world before them. She talks of the darkness, and he reminds her of the light. Both of them, at times, weep.]
[But the more they talk, the more the sense of that something grows: that history between her and Elia, which none of them speak of, the knowledge that she knows things about his wife that he does not, and that that there is a tension pulling them all in different directions. He is sensitive to such things.]
[Éowyn is healed enough to speak of returning to Rohan. The thought pains him, obscurely; if nothing else, she has become a close friend. But there is more to it than that, and he is too honest to pretend to himself that there is not.]
[He has left the Houses of Healing at last, returning to his own rooms. He is lying with his arm around Elia, carding his fingers through her hair, when he says suddenly:] How long were you lovers?
[At first. But then, he actually met Éowyn, began to break down the armour of her hostility, and there is more to it, now. There is a deeper sorrow in her, grief both old and new, calling out to his pity; and there is a strength and a steel behind it that is undeniable, a nobility that she carries even in the depths of despair. Most of all, there is understanding. They both of them faced the same darkness, looked it in the eye; both of them have walked to the edge of the same dark place, and dragged themselves back to the light.]
[It stopped being about Elia some time ago. They do not talk of her much, these days - though he thinks that may be because Éowyn is not prepared to reopen whatever wound is there, and he does not mean to be the one to uncover it. They talk of losses, and of grief, and of hope and the new world before them. She talks of the darkness, and he reminds her of the light. Both of them, at times, weep.]
[But the more they talk, the more the sense of that something grows: that history between her and Elia, which none of them speak of, the knowledge that she knows things about his wife that he does not, and that that there is a tension pulling them all in different directions. He is sensitive to such things.]
[Éowyn is healed enough to speak of returning to Rohan. The thought pains him, obscurely; if nothing else, she has become a close friend. But there is more to it than that, and he is too honest to pretend to himself that there is not.]
[He has left the Houses of Healing at last, returning to his own rooms. He is lying with his arm around Elia, carding his fingers through her hair, when he says suddenly:] How long were you lovers?
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Date: 2024-08-26 01:27 am (UTC)I will be on guard when we break our fast from now on, then. [ There is a ghost of a laugh in her voice, and she does not hesitate in lying down next to him, kissing him one final time on the cheek before attempting to find rest.
Yet the sense of disquiet lingers into her dreams, and she cannot help but think that something has changed, small yet irrevocable. What exactly it will mean she does not yet know. Elia wishes she did. ]
lmk if you want me to set up a next scene with éowyn or w/e <3
Date: 2024-08-27 04:39 pm (UTC)[It does not stop him from rising early, just as he usually does; and if he is a little quieter and more pensive than usual, it does not last. He says no more of their late-night conversation.]
[He thinks of it plenty. But that is his own concern.]