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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 6:26:42 GMT -5
*A shadow of pain went over her face, and she turned away from him. There it was again. The feeling of being different. The loneliness that had followed her through her childhood. She did not fit in with the other ladies of Rohan, who seemed to be happy with their boring, traditional lives. And she did not fit in among the Rohirrim soldiers because she was a woman. Would she ever find someone who could accept her for what she was? It seemed hopeless.*
"I know." *There was a hint of bitterness in her voice.* "I have heard that all my life."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 6:29:14 GMT -5
*Vlad was quick to take her by the elbow.*
"I did not say it was bad. Merely...unexpected. I have never met another like you."
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 6:33:02 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn turned around to face him, and looked up at him again, surprised that he hadn't started saying the same things they always did at home. Her eyes filled with hope again.*
"And I have never met anyone like you, my lord."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 6:38:20 GMT -5
*His eyes softened, but there was a sadness behind them.*
"Of that I have no doubt."
*He straightened, lowering his head.*
"Éowyn, if we are to continue our congress together...I would rather you not ask me about my past. I understand now that you accept it..."
Or think you do.
"...but I would rather not re-live it in the telling. All right?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 6:43:14 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn looked up at him and smiled warmly. Her cheeks blushed and her heart beat faster when she saw his eyes softened, and she hazarded a smile.*
"I accept your wish, my lord. I will not ask you anything about your past."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 6:45:21 GMT -5
*He nodded decisively and gestured again to the chairs.*
"Then what shall we speak of?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 6:47:34 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn smiled and sat down in a chair, looking up at him.*
"I promised to not ask you about your past. But how about your future? What do you hope to get out of your new life here in Paris?"
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 6:50:49 GMT -5
*He smiled and sat.*
"I do not claim high ambitions here, but I do hope to have a fresh start here."
*He tilted his head.*
"Why are you in Paris?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 6:55:11 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn sighed and looked up at him, a bit embarrassed.*
"To be honest, I don't know how I came here. I was at home, and that bastard Grima Wormstongue was stalking me like always. He is constantly trying to get me to... eh.... marry him, and... Well, anyway. I told him I would rather die than having anything to do with him.
Then I mounted Windfola and took of. And all of a sudden I was here. Now I don't know how to get back home again."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 6:59:27 GMT -5
*Vlad frowned at the thought of her predicament.*
"Surely it is not so far to this Rohan?"
*Though he had never heard of it. Perhaps it lay to the south.*
"Could you not send word to your uncle? Ask for aid in returning?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 7:02:47 GMT -5
*She sighed deeply and looked sadly up at him.*
"Do you remember when we first met? On the riverside? I was trying to find my way back to Rohan then, for the second day in a row. I don't think there is a way to get out of here. And I tried to send word to my uncle. Nobody could bring the message for me. They have never heard of Rohan here."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 7:04:32 GMT -5
*That was odd. And off-putting.*
"But how can that be? Surely there is someone here that knows of your homeland."
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 7:06:26 GMT -5
*She looked up at him with tearfilled eyes.*
"I don't know very many persons around here, my lord. Only you and French Fry."
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Post by Vlad Drăculea on Jun 4, 2008 7:07:57 GMT -5
*Vlad arched a brow. That was a rather unusual name.*
"And he was unable to help you?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 4, 2008 7:10:33 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn looked up at him. The thought of Philip J. Fry helping her out, made her smile.*
"To be honest, my lord, I think he is too stupid for that. If that's what is going to happen with the blood of Numenor, I hope I don't live to see the future."
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