Inexplicably, seeing more of Minas Tirith up close like this does well to dispel any lingering desire she may have had of being her queen. Not that the city isn't beautiful, steeped in history and grand beyond compare, for it is. Perhaps, it is even a little too grand for a child of the Mark. For the Eorlingas were creatures of simpler tastes and more practical ways; would she ever get used to dwelling in this city of stone? Èowyn knows well there are Gondorian lords who would take every opportunity to remind Rohan the lands they now call their own were a gift from Gondor, once upon a time. She cannot help but smile a little to herself, amused by the idea of those people suffering a Rohirric queen. But does she want it anymore, truly, to be the queen of this all? No, the answer comes to her, at length but utterly certain.
Drawing the blue mantle closer about her frame as the winds buffet them, warmed blissfully by its embrace, Èowyn nods her agreement. "It is very lovely, and very grand. Worlds away from anything we have in Rohan."
For a moment, she feels insufferably uncultured and unrefined in the midst of it all, dwarfed by the potent magnificence of the city, resplendent even in disrepair of the siege-- and feels all over again the certainty of her decision to renounce desires of being the queen of Gondor and Minas Tirith.
However... Èowyn glances discreetly at Faramir, seeing the love he bears for his home reflected on his face plainly. She could learn to dwell here had she a reason to, she is equally certain of that.
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Date: 2018-09-09 11:39 am (UTC)Drawing the blue mantle closer about her frame as the winds buffet them, warmed blissfully by its embrace, Èowyn nods her agreement. "It is very lovely, and very grand. Worlds away from anything we have in Rohan."
For a moment, she feels insufferably uncultured and unrefined in the midst of it all, dwarfed by the potent magnificence of the city, resplendent even in disrepair of the siege-- and feels all over again the certainty of her decision to renounce desires of being the queen of Gondor and Minas Tirith.
However... Èowyn glances discreetly at Faramir, seeing the love he bears for his home reflected on his face plainly. She could learn to dwell here had she a reason to, she is equally certain of that.