She is, to put it mildly, horrified at herself for unwittingly asking a question that hit such a nerve. There is something almost painful to seeing Éowyn in such a state, when all those years ago she had been so proud about drawing a true smile from her new friend, had such confidence in her ability to navigate any conversation. Where was that bright-eyed girl now?
Another question: how had she forgotten Rohan? For she remembers now, opening up a map (a map that certainly would have contained the same lands she is standing in now) and learning of the place, in preparation of their esteemed visitor. She has no excuse for the confusion now, except for that as the years dragged on, and her life began to feel so very small compared to what she once hoped, she too, thought of her former lover in only the most romanticized ways, thinking not of any of the politics that were discussed, or of when they spoke of her homeland. Only Éowyn's golden hair, her gray-eyed gaze, the noises she would make when they went to bed together.
She had never forgotten that, though she has admittedly dwelled less on the memories since Faramir and her had become intimate. It had started to feel like more of a betrayal, when she was married to a man who was so loyal, to think so fondly of a past dalliance. Still, sometimes when her husband was away for weeks on end, and the nights grew long and cold, Éowyn would come to mind. In her fantasies, Éowyn always understood instinctively everything Elia couldn't tell Faramir, for who could recognize suffering like another woman?
But that was a fool's dream. She will have to explain herself at some point, even if now there are far more important things to worry about. Like poor Éowyn down against the wall, asking her to help her up. What can she do but nod, and reach for her? Gently, carefully, she moves to the other woman's right side (and if her eyes widened slightly when she noticed fully for the first time the left arm hanging limp in a sling, she did a good job of hiding it). When her hand takes Éowyn's, the other one supporting her back, her touch is just as warm as it was when they last met.
"I have you," she whispers. She may not be very strong at all, but her body is free of injury. If Éowyn were to fall against her, it is a burden Elia would gladly bear.
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Date: 2023-10-24 06:40 pm (UTC)Another question: how had she forgotten Rohan? For she remembers now, opening up a map (a map that certainly would have contained the same lands she is standing in now) and learning of the place, in preparation of their esteemed visitor. She has no excuse for the confusion now, except for that as the years dragged on, and her life began to feel so very small compared to what she once hoped, she too, thought of her former lover in only the most romanticized ways, thinking not of any of the politics that were discussed, or of when they spoke of her homeland. Only Éowyn's golden hair, her gray-eyed gaze, the noises she would make when they went to bed together.
She had never forgotten that, though she has admittedly dwelled less on the memories since Faramir and her had become intimate. It had started to feel like more of a betrayal, when she was married to a man who was so loyal, to think so fondly of a past dalliance. Still, sometimes when her husband was away for weeks on end, and the nights grew long and cold, Éowyn would come to mind. In her fantasies, Éowyn always understood instinctively everything Elia couldn't tell Faramir, for who could recognize suffering like another woman?
But that was a fool's dream. She will have to explain herself at some point, even if now there are far more important things to worry about. Like poor Éowyn down against the wall, asking her to help her up. What can she do but nod, and reach for her? Gently, carefully, she moves to the other woman's right side (and if her eyes widened slightly when she noticed fully for the first time the left arm hanging limp in a sling, she did a good job of hiding it). When her hand takes Éowyn's, the other one supporting her back, her touch is just as warm as it was when they last met.
"I have you," she whispers. She may not be very strong at all, but her body is free of injury. If Éowyn were to fall against her, it is a burden Elia would gladly bear.