Èowyn whirls about too, gasping sharply as she's startled by the noise, her heart leaping in her chest; similarly for a brief moment, she thinks there is an attack, the urge to act -- to flee or to fight -- flooding her veins. But there is no such thing, merely a distraught servant hurrying to prostrate himself at Faramir's feet.
Théoden's court had been something of an anomaly in Rohan, for Sindarin was not unfamiliar a tongue there, thanks to Thengel and Morwen and their stay in Gondor prior to Thengel taking up the throne. But Èowyn's grasp of the Elven language is shaky at best, and the servant is very upset indeed. She cannot make out much. Is the man apologizing? For what? It is evidently a matter most serious, regardless of what it is, and Èowyn is left bewildered and concerned over the unexpected scene.
"Faramir?" She can no longer stand the uncertainty after Faramir dismisses the servant, wringing her hands slightly to keep from fidgeting in a worse manner. "Is something the matter?"
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:35 pm (UTC)Théoden's court had been something of an anomaly in Rohan, for Sindarin was not unfamiliar a tongue there, thanks to Thengel and Morwen and their stay in Gondor prior to Thengel taking up the throne. But Èowyn's grasp of the Elven language is shaky at best, and the servant is very upset indeed. She cannot make out much. Is the man apologizing? For what? It is evidently a matter most serious, regardless of what it is, and Èowyn is left bewildered and concerned over the unexpected scene.
"Faramir?" She can no longer stand the uncertainty after Faramir dismisses the servant, wringing her hands slightly to keep from fidgeting in a worse manner. "Is something the matter?"