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My Immortal
0 ReviewsSongfic. Eowyn mourns Theodan; The man who was more of a father than an uncle.
My Immortal
My Immortal
Rating: G/K
Genre: Drama
Summary: Eowyn mourns Theodan; The man who was more of a father than an uncle.
Author's Note: I used Evanescence's song in this. Not mine. (Growls)
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I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Eowyn stood before Theodan's grave; the tomb she had stood before less than two months before, when Theodred was buried. She shed no tears yet. She tried to recapture the good memories with her uncle, instead of allowing the scene of his death to fill her head.
Theodan was not a man easily forgotten. He was strong, and stated his opinion when he wished to. He was the one who taught her to be strong. The one who taught her to fight for what she believed in- though clearly, he hadn't mean the fighting part literally.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Oh, the nightmares Eowyn had experienced after his death. She would have pained dreams, seeing her Uncle right next to her, and then a Nazgul would come and snatch him away. The Witch-King, usually. And oh, he would taunt her. She always woke up screaming. Eomer had always been right there to help her, but in some ways her brother could simply not comfort her.
The void in her heart that her uncle usually filled nearly destroyed Eowyn. For weeks, she would do nothing but drift around in sort of a haze. The grief was killing her. Then, she met Faramir. His presence seemed to ebb away the cold sorrow that had frozen her heart over.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
To Eowyn's continuing sadness, however, thoughts of her Uncle were drifting away. Faramir suggested that she wrote down what memories she had in a diary, so that she may remember them forever. He also suggested she ask Eomer if he remembered anything. He was older, and could be a good source of information.
Now as Eowyn stared distantly at the tomb with her diary in hand, she tried to think. To remember. To remember when her Uncle made her laugh, or when he made her frustrated or mad. Any memories would be good memories right now.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Accepting that terrible fact that Theodan was never coming back was the one thing that really killed Eowyn. To think that she would never hear his voice making a joke, or scolding her, or comforting her again made her heart break into pieces. She missed his jokes. She missed his laugh. She missed him. Just the thought of him being alive and well had always kept Eowyn happy.
She had been so full of life before the war. When Theodan and Theodred were alive, and Eomer wasn't quite as serious as he was now. Those were good times. Eowyn cursed Saruman and Sauron for taking them away.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
So Eowyn summoned up what wits she had. She found a rock nearby the tomb, and sat down on it. Pulling out her diary, she glanced up at the tomb one more time. Then, she started to write.
My Immortal
Rating: G/K
Genre: Drama
Summary: Eowyn mourns Theodan; The man who was more of a father than an uncle.
Author's Note: I used Evanescence's song in this. Not mine. (Growls)
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I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Eowyn stood before Theodan's grave; the tomb she had stood before less than two months before, when Theodred was buried. She shed no tears yet. She tried to recapture the good memories with her uncle, instead of allowing the scene of his death to fill her head.
Theodan was not a man easily forgotten. He was strong, and stated his opinion when he wished to. He was the one who taught her to be strong. The one who taught her to fight for what she believed in- though clearly, he hadn't mean the fighting part literally.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Oh, the nightmares Eowyn had experienced after his death. She would have pained dreams, seeing her Uncle right next to her, and then a Nazgul would come and snatch him away. The Witch-King, usually. And oh, he would taunt her. She always woke up screaming. Eomer had always been right there to help her, but in some ways her brother could simply not comfort her.
The void in her heart that her uncle usually filled nearly destroyed Eowyn. For weeks, she would do nothing but drift around in sort of a haze. The grief was killing her. Then, she met Faramir. His presence seemed to ebb away the cold sorrow that had frozen her heart over.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
To Eowyn's continuing sadness, however, thoughts of her Uncle were drifting away. Faramir suggested that she wrote down what memories she had in a diary, so that she may remember them forever. He also suggested she ask Eomer if he remembered anything. He was older, and could be a good source of information.
Now as Eowyn stared distantly at the tomb with her diary in hand, she tried to think. To remember. To remember when her Uncle made her laugh, or when he made her frustrated or mad. Any memories would be good memories right now.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Accepting that terrible fact that Theodan was never coming back was the one thing that really killed Eowyn. To think that she would never hear his voice making a joke, or scolding her, or comforting her again made her heart break into pieces. She missed his jokes. She missed his laugh. She missed him. Just the thought of him being alive and well had always kept Eowyn happy.
She had been so full of life before the war. When Theodan and Theodred were alive, and Eomer wasn't quite as serious as he was now. Those were good times. Eowyn cursed Saruman and Sauron for taking them away.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hands through all of these years
But you still have all of me
So Eowyn summoned up what wits she had. She found a rock nearby the tomb, and sat down on it. Pulling out her diary, she glanced up at the tomb one more time. Then, she started to write.
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