Title: Weeping Heart

Author: Jade Hunter

A.N.: Well, I saw TTT for the third time – finally! – and was inspired again…only by a different scene. I'm not a fan of Éowyn in the book, because she came off as a man-stealer to me, but in the movie, I kinda felt for her. Who wouldn't fall for Aragorn if the likes of Grima Wormtongue kept eyeing you?

Disclaimer: LotR and its characters do not belong to me.

"talking"

thinking

emphasis

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"Where is she, the woman who gave you that necklace?"

The question had leapt from her quite suddenly, for it had been nagging at her since before they had left Edoras. Her first glimpse of the necklace had left no doubt in her mind that it had been a gift from a woman, for it was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. Too beautiful, for a warrior like Lord Aragorn to carry; it seemed natural for it to have belonged to a woman…a woman who had passed it on to he who wore it faithfully everywhere he went.

The woman…she means a great deal to him, she knew without a doubt.

She sneaked a glance at him, found that he was looking to the distance, and dared to risk another, much longer, stare. Not for the first time, she marveled at just how handsome he was, this Lord from legends, this uncrowned king.

"My Lord?" she asked, concerned now. "My Lord?"

The Lord Aragorn glanced briefly at her – oh! how her heart beat wildly – then turned his attention back to the road ahead. He was silent for a moment longer, until she thought of asking him again, then said gruffly, "She is sailing to the Undying Lands…with all that is left of her kin."

The small smile faded from her face, and she, too, turned forward. The Undying Lands? That would mean…

Rohan was not so isolated as to be ignorant of the Undying Lands and those who were permitted to cross the Sea. Hopelessness coursed through her. Despair crashed inside her like a mighty wave, and she fought to keep her expression calm.

The woman was an elf, one of the fairest race on Middle-Earth! How could she, beautiful though she had been proclaimed, compete with an elf-maiden? White Lady of Rohan she may be, but she was nothing compared to an elf!

Why does my heart bleed so? she asked herself, feeling wretched. His heart is taken by another…I have had no claim over it, even from the beginning.

And yet…

Had she simply imagined the admiring light in his eyes as he spoke of her lineage? Had she dreamt the connection that they shared? Surely, surely, this man was meant for her, this Lord Aragorn. He had come to her in her direst time of need – surely, he would not abandon her?

You are not thinking properly, she admonished herself. He said she was sailing over the Sea.

Though she professed no deep knowledge of Elves, she did know a few little things. For one, elves that crossed the Sea to the Undying Lands never returned to Middle-Earth, and for another, no other race was permitted to live there. Lord Aragorn's lady was an elf-maiden, to be sure, but she was also leaving the shores of Middle-Earth, never to return, never to see him again.

He has to know this…

As Éowyn watched, Lord Aragorn reached up, in an unconscious manner, and reverently touched the necklace.

And she knew.

No matter the distance that separated them, no matter that they might never see each other again, Éowyn knew that Lord Aragorn would always love the elf-maiden who bestowed on him that beautifully crafted necklace.

And she wept in her heart.

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~Jade Hunter~