Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the King ❯ Eowyn in Distress(REAL CHAPTER THIRTEEN!) ( Chapter 13 )
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Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.29.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N I had previously added a chapter containing about six or seven extra chapters in it.... Sorry.. It was a bit of a
mess....Hopefully not too many people saw it..... I believe it was deleted from the site.
chapter 13 - Eowyn in distress
The journey between Minas Ithil to Minas Tirith was not long, but with more
reports of violence loose upon the land, Faramir always took extra
precautions when traveling with his family.
He had a large, luxuriously appointed coach built to soften the rigors
of travel through the often rocky and mountainous region, and always used
a security detail of no less than 20 men. Although he should have left his
young and vulnerable family at home, Eowyn would not be parted from him,
and neither would the boys. She teased that all the ladies of Gondor
who were so foolish as to let him slip through their fingers would take
the opportunity to flirt outrageously with him should he appear alone and,
as she phrased it, 'undefended'.
With final preparations complete, Faramir went to seek his wife in the
chambers they shared when in the palace in the White City. There was always
a last bit of shopping to be done, a final goodby to at least one of the
city's noble families with whom Eowyn had become friendly over the years.
It was part of their ritual that he attend her on these rounds. He rode
his chestnut stallion, Thain, and she rode her white palfrey, Gwinnyth.
Secretly,he loved the way she insisted on his company. She sat tall, her
bearing befitting that of a queen. She beamed at him and chattered merrily
about the little things she had discovered to purchase, and the newest
gossip circulating in the City. They were hailed by all. Faramir fancied
that she was showing him to the City as hers, and he reveled in indulging
her every whim.
Knowing he would be on display, he wore a deep blue tunic, breeches and
cloak. His cloak and breastplate bore a design similar to the White Tree
of Gondor, but with a cresent moon ascending through the branches to
represent his fiefdom - Minas Ithil, the Tower of the Moon; that was
Eowyn's inspiration. He had his hair and beard trimmed to please his lady,
and as she had mentioned wearing her new red and white dress, he imagined
they would cut quite a dashing figure on their ride through the City.
He was rounding the last stair to the upper levels when a frantic
maidservant almost collided with him. "Oh thank the gods, Lord Faramir, we
are looking everywhere for you! It is the Lady Eowyn. Something has gone
amiss. She has suddenly gone into labor! "
Faramir dashed around the girl, and took the remaining stairs three at a
time. He reached their chamber door in seconds, and flung it open. It was
the blood that struck him dumb. The floor of their sitting room was fairly
awash with it. The trail of blood led him to the bedroom, where two middle-
aged women of the household staff were gathered around a pale and
semi-conscious Eowyn. As the women tended to her, she gestured to Faramir.
"A man...was here. A dark man, in blue."she gasped as a spasm tore through
her," His eyes were black..." she spoke weakly, her voice trailing to
inaudibility.
"What...what man? How...she is not due for some weeks yet; why...?" his stunned
senses could not yet comprehend what was happening.
"She is raving, my Lord. She has lost a lot of blood. No place for a man at
these times, my Lord. Babies come when they come; this one comes NOW.
The sound of ripping cloth was heard as the rose red and white dress was
cut and torn from her. An agonized moan issued from Eowyn.
One of the women moved from the bed, which was already crimson. "You should
leave, my Lord Faramir, there is nothing you can do here. We need a real
healer; neither Milar nor I have the skills for this. My lady bleeds too much;
the birth will be a hard one."
Faramir had been rooted to the spot. He felt a soft touch on his arm.
With this urging he turned. "My lord will not leave today. We will find new
quarters for the children, somewhere on the floors below." Three handmaids
waited by the door. One of them led him into the hall, and closed the door
behind her."We have sent for a healer than will arrive shortly. If it
pleases my lord, there is an adjoining room where you can wait for word.
Forgive me, we do not want the healer to have another patient." The young
maid smiled kindly at his confusion. "We all know my lord has seen blood
and war aplenty, but this is a woman's battle. We will all help her in
this fight".
Faramir rallied somewhat, as the intitial shock of this crisis was beginning to
fade. He cleared his throat.
"Thank you. Please have someone tell my captain, Barden is his name, to
meet me in the rooms you have prepared for my sons. You'll find him by
the entrance to the stables, with my carriage. Let me know when he has
arrived." Faramir passed a shaking hand over his brow.
"Please tell the King what has happened. It seems as if we must presume
upon his hospitality for a bit longer."
As he turned, he beheld a singular person; the color of old saddle leather,
dressed in a dozen colors and tinkling with the sound of metal and bone
adornments. She preceded one of the maids that he recognized, the girl
that had first brought him the news of Eowyn's condition. She moved
quickly, especially for one of her apparent age..
She stopped to gather her breath at his wife's door. "My Lord Faramir?
I am Augra, a healer, recently tending to one of the King's household."
She gave a brief curtsey. "Do I have your permission to treat your Lady?"
Faramir gave her a swift but thorough appraisal. "Yes, you do, and I thank
our fortune that you came so soon. On behalf of myself and my sons, do
whatever you can."
Augra gave him a reassuring wink, and a pat on his arm. "I have seen
hundreds of babes into this world. She will have all the help a woman can
have at this time. The King has been made aware of my Lady's condition.
As I am sure he will tell you himself soon, every aid will be made
available to you and she. The resources of the King are yours in this,
Lord Faramir".
---------------------------------------------------------
Augra and the King were still in conference when a low but insistent
tapping at the door had interrupted them.
Aragorn answered the door himself, and saw the handmaid, Versia, that
he had sent for Augra. "Pardon my lord, but the Lady Eowyn has gone into
labor suddenly. We think she had a fall of some sort; her handmaid
found her on the floor of her chambers - and o!, the blood! She needs a
healer quickly, and forgive me, I knew Madam Augra was here -".
"Her husband told me not two hours ago that she was not due for some weeks
yet! Wait in the hall - I will have Augra go with you to attend the Lady Eowyn."
He closed the door, and faced Augra.
"Well, it is fortunate that you are here, now. You are the best healer in
the city (their address and income be damned) and I have faith in your
skills, Augra. They are loyal vassals and good friends. Do whatever you
can."
Augra puffed up a bit at the compliment. "I will do my very best, my Lord."
She came closer to the King and lowered her voice. "Your Lady should sleep
through the night. I believe", here she fixed Aragorn with one of her
piercing gazes, "an uninterrupted sleep will see her greatly improved by
the morrow. She should be rested, hungry and feel less distress. I would
like to spend time with the Queen alone, if you will permit it, soon after
she wakes. There are forces around you both that wish you ill, and some are
very dark indeed. Keep watch, my Lord. There is real danger here."
With that, Augra left the royal chambers, and worked up to a run down the
hallway, Versia struggling to keep up.
mess....Hopefully not too many people saw it..... I believe it was deleted from the site.
chapter 13 - Eowyn in distress
The journey between Minas Ithil to Minas Tirith was not long, but with more
reports of violence loose upon the land, Faramir always took extra
precautions when traveling with his family.
He had a large, luxuriously appointed coach built to soften the rigors
of travel through the often rocky and mountainous region, and always used
a security detail of no less than 20 men. Although he should have left his
young and vulnerable family at home, Eowyn would not be parted from him,
and neither would the boys. She teased that all the ladies of Gondor
who were so foolish as to let him slip through their fingers would take
the opportunity to flirt outrageously with him should he appear alone and,
as she phrased it, 'undefended'.
With final preparations complete, Faramir went to seek his wife in the
chambers they shared when in the palace in the White City. There was always
a last bit of shopping to be done, a final goodby to at least one of the
city's noble families with whom Eowyn had become friendly over the years.
It was part of their ritual that he attend her on these rounds. He rode
his chestnut stallion, Thain, and she rode her white palfrey, Gwinnyth.
Secretly,he loved the way she insisted on his company. She sat tall, her
bearing befitting that of a queen. She beamed at him and chattered merrily
about the little things she had discovered to purchase, and the newest
gossip circulating in the City. They were hailed by all. Faramir fancied
that she was showing him to the City as hers, and he reveled in indulging
her every whim.
Knowing he would be on display, he wore a deep blue tunic, breeches and
cloak. His cloak and breastplate bore a design similar to the White Tree
of Gondor, but with a cresent moon ascending through the branches to
represent his fiefdom - Minas Ithil, the Tower of the Moon; that was
Eowyn's inspiration. He had his hair and beard trimmed to please his lady,
and as she had mentioned wearing her new red and white dress, he imagined
they would cut quite a dashing figure on their ride through the City.
He was rounding the last stair to the upper levels when a frantic
maidservant almost collided with him. "Oh thank the gods, Lord Faramir, we
are looking everywhere for you! It is the Lady Eowyn. Something has gone
amiss. She has suddenly gone into labor! "
Faramir dashed around the girl, and took the remaining stairs three at a
time. He reached their chamber door in seconds, and flung it open. It was
the blood that struck him dumb. The floor of their sitting room was fairly
awash with it. The trail of blood led him to the bedroom, where two middle-
aged women of the household staff were gathered around a pale and
semi-conscious Eowyn. As the women tended to her, she gestured to Faramir.
"A man...was here. A dark man, in blue."she gasped as a spasm tore through
her," His eyes were black..." she spoke weakly, her voice trailing to
inaudibility.
"What...what man? How...she is not due for some weeks yet; why...?" his stunned
senses could not yet comprehend what was happening.
"She is raving, my Lord. She has lost a lot of blood. No place for a man at
these times, my Lord. Babies come when they come; this one comes NOW.
The sound of ripping cloth was heard as the rose red and white dress was
cut and torn from her. An agonized moan issued from Eowyn.
One of the women moved from the bed, which was already crimson. "You should
leave, my Lord Faramir, there is nothing you can do here. We need a real
healer; neither Milar nor I have the skills for this. My lady bleeds too much;
the birth will be a hard one."
Faramir had been rooted to the spot. He felt a soft touch on his arm.
With this urging he turned. "My lord will not leave today. We will find new
quarters for the children, somewhere on the floors below." Three handmaids
waited by the door. One of them led him into the hall, and closed the door
behind her."We have sent for a healer than will arrive shortly. If it
pleases my lord, there is an adjoining room where you can wait for word.
Forgive me, we do not want the healer to have another patient." The young
maid smiled kindly at his confusion. "We all know my lord has seen blood
and war aplenty, but this is a woman's battle. We will all help her in
this fight".
Faramir rallied somewhat, as the intitial shock of this crisis was beginning to
fade. He cleared his throat.
"Thank you. Please have someone tell my captain, Barden is his name, to
meet me in the rooms you have prepared for my sons. You'll find him by
the entrance to the stables, with my carriage. Let me know when he has
arrived." Faramir passed a shaking hand over his brow.
"Please tell the King what has happened. It seems as if we must presume
upon his hospitality for a bit longer."
As he turned, he beheld a singular person; the color of old saddle leather,
dressed in a dozen colors and tinkling with the sound of metal and bone
adornments. She preceded one of the maids that he recognized, the girl
that had first brought him the news of Eowyn's condition. She moved
quickly, especially for one of her apparent age..
She stopped to gather her breath at his wife's door. "My Lord Faramir?
I am Augra, a healer, recently tending to one of the King's household."
She gave a brief curtsey. "Do I have your permission to treat your Lady?"
Faramir gave her a swift but thorough appraisal. "Yes, you do, and I thank
our fortune that you came so soon. On behalf of myself and my sons, do
whatever you can."
Augra gave him a reassuring wink, and a pat on his arm. "I have seen
hundreds of babes into this world. She will have all the help a woman can
have at this time. The King has been made aware of my Lady's condition.
As I am sure he will tell you himself soon, every aid will be made
available to you and she. The resources of the King are yours in this,
Lord Faramir".
---------------------------------------------------------
Augra and the King were still in conference when a low but insistent
tapping at the door had interrupted them.
Aragorn answered the door himself, and saw the handmaid, Versia, that
he had sent for Augra. "Pardon my lord, but the Lady Eowyn has gone into
labor suddenly. We think she had a fall of some sort; her handmaid
found her on the floor of her chambers - and o!, the blood! She needs a
healer quickly, and forgive me, I knew Madam Augra was here -".
"Her husband told me not two hours ago that she was not due for some weeks
yet! Wait in the hall - I will have Augra go with you to attend the Lady Eowyn."
He closed the door, and faced Augra.
"Well, it is fortunate that you are here, now. You are the best healer in
the city (their address and income be damned) and I have faith in your
skills, Augra. They are loyal vassals and good friends. Do whatever you
can."
Augra puffed up a bit at the compliment. "I will do my very best, my Lord."
She came closer to the King and lowered her voice. "Your Lady should sleep
through the night. I believe", here she fixed Aragorn with one of her
piercing gazes, "an uninterrupted sleep will see her greatly improved by
the morrow. She should be rested, hungry and feel less distress. I would
like to spend time with the Queen alone, if you will permit it, soon after
she wakes. There are forces around you both that wish you ill, and some are
very dark indeed. Keep watch, my Lord. There is real danger here."
With that, Augra left the royal chambers, and worked up to a run down the
hallway, Versia struggling to keep up.