| Like Sand in My Hand Main
Characters: Éowyn ~***~ I stand here, in the middle of the camp. I don’t care about the murmurs of worry surrounding the place. Time stopped when you left me, your response still echoing in my ears, still echoing in my heart… I feel frozen, like a proud statue, beautiful yet deprived of all life. The last spark of hope I had was linked to you, and you destroyed it with one word. My handsome Ranger of the North, you look rough yet your heart is kind, you have the magic of the Elves within you, you are all a woman could ask for. But you forsake me to follow a hopeless road, an inexistent dream. I shall not blame you, for you are a noble warrior, but in the darkness of this night, I understand our fate. We are meant to die. Now that I know our destiny, I do not wish to stay behind, rotten by my own bitterness and anger. I will seek for death, death and glory, in the mist of the battle, with my kin. I will fight for those I love and die with honour. I will not see my life disintegrating around me, ashamed to be still alive to see the fall of the men’s world. For once, I will choose. I will have this freedom I was always denied. I will not let my life slip away from me, helpless, like sand in my hand. I no longer feel the cool wind on my face, or the warmth of the fires. My mind is set on one aim. I will follow you, my shadow love. You are on your Path of Death; I will soon be on mine. I smile sadly in the candlelit cosiness of my tent, when my eyes fell on my armour. I grab my sword and make a few movements, swift and precise. The sound of steel in the air is strangely comforting. It reminds me of you. Of our little encounter before we left Édoras. You said then that I was a Shieldmaiden. I will prove it, my love. And maybe in death we will be reunited. This is my very light of hope in all the despair I am. And while I’m falling in an uneasy slumber, I have a last thought. I love you, Aragorn.
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