From fright and doubt, Éowyn's heart slowly turns to hope and marvel as Faramir goes on, unprepared when he suddenly stoops to press his lips to her brow in a gentle kiss after his exclamation; on a soft intake of breath, she closes her eyes and trembles anew, only not out of fear or chill. The great wind that rises and blows across all land tugs at their hair and clothing, and the Sun shows her brilliant face again, bringing light and warmth-- Éowyn feels it, but it cannot compete with the sensation of Faramir's lips, still pressed tenderly against her forehead, sending her pulse skittering.
Distantly at first, then growing in strength, come singing from the City below, the voices of men lifted in joy that wells in their hearts, though for what reason they could not name. Shock gives way to quiet joy also in Éowyn's breast. They are still standing here as before, hale, with the clear skies above them and the warmth of the Sun beaming down upon them. Could it be...?
And out of the East approaches a dark figure on wings, but no evil thing; for it is a great Eagle, wheeling over the City as it cries;
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever, and the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, for your watch hath not been in vain, and the Black Gate is broken, and your King hath passed through, and he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, for your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!
Silent tears run down Éowyn's cheeks even as she smiles, caught up in the marvel of it all. Below, the people cheer, their singing growing ever stronger, ever more joyful. "It is over," she whispers, still having a hard time believing it is true. She cannot help but huff a tiny laugh, breathless and full of wonderment. "Frodo did it."
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i think the eagle is supposed to show up a bit later than this, but i don't care tbh
Date: 2018-11-09 05:57 pm (UTC)Distantly at first, then growing in strength, come singing from the City below, the voices of men lifted in joy that wells in their hearts, though for what reason they could not name. Shock gives way to quiet joy also in Éowyn's breast. They are still standing here as before, hale, with the clear skies above them and the warmth of the Sun beaming down upon them. Could it be...?
And out of the East approaches a dark figure on wings, but no evil thing; for it is a great Eagle, wheeling over the City as it cries;
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor,
for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever,
and the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard,
for your watch hath not been in vain,
and the Black Gate is broken,
and your King hath passed through,
and he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
and he shall plant it in the high places,
and the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!
Silent tears run down Éowyn's cheeks even as she smiles, caught up in the marvel of it all. Below, the people cheer, their singing growing ever stronger, ever more joyful. "It is over," she whispers, still having a hard time believing it is true. She cannot help but huff a tiny laugh, breathless and full of wonderment. "Frodo did it."