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Title: Time unsettling
Pairing/Character: Wormtongue/Eowyn
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 224
AN: Theme was lost/lonely --> comfort; I haven't reviewed the canon, so I'm going to say this is more movie-verse/AU than anything. This is the drabble that would never end, so it became more of a ficlet.
They are one and the same.
The emptiness is too great; it engulfs him as he stands in the centre of it all. He tries to be the master (no no no - that's Saruman, that's Sauron).
He is the Ruler of nothing.
*
The tears never stop.
Eomer, exiled by that foul creature; and a man she knows is (was) her father, sitting blankly upon his throne like the dead.
She is alone. It aches (the cold is harsh, cuts into her skin - she'll bleed) -
And she'll never forgive him.
*
He wants to see the mithril rose (that will not dare to look in his direction, dark eyes filled with regret, repulsion) bloom.
Greasy hair, yellow teeth (chipped in places, his mouth an incomplete piano), dirty fingers. He walks with a gait, nearly hunched over, his brightest grin merely a grimace.
How will she say yes?
*
She wants to leave. She is useless here.
Eomer needs her. (But her father needs her more.)
She cries again.
*
Once more his attempts are fruitless.
Then one day (dark clouds, the coming of a storm - or Sauron himself?), he touches her hand.
She is still, she doesn't flinch, but she is cold.
His breath catches and he waits, stone-like in her presence.
It isn't yes, but it isn't alone.
nosferatu_blue.Title: Time unsettling
Pairing/Character: Wormtongue/Eowyn
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 224
AN: Theme was lost/lonely --> comfort; I haven't reviewed the canon, so I'm going to say this is more movie-verse/AU than anything. This is the drabble that would never end, so it became more of a ficlet.
They are one and the same.
The emptiness is too great; it engulfs him as he stands in the centre of it all. He tries to be the master (no no no - that's Saruman, that's Sauron).
He is the Ruler of nothing.
*
The tears never stop.
Eomer, exiled by that foul creature; and a man she knows is (was) her father, sitting blankly upon his throne like the dead.
She is alone. It aches (the cold is harsh, cuts into her skin - she'll bleed) -
And she'll never forgive him.
*
He wants to see the mithril rose (that will not dare to look in his direction, dark eyes filled with regret, repulsion) bloom.
Greasy hair, yellow teeth (chipped in places, his mouth an incomplete piano), dirty fingers. He walks with a gait, nearly hunched over, his brightest grin merely a grimace.
How will she say yes?
*
She wants to leave. She is useless here.
Eomer needs her. (But her father needs her more.)
She cries again.
*
Once more his attempts are fruitless.
Then one day (dark clouds, the coming of a storm - or Sauron himself?), he touches her hand.
She is still, she doesn't flinch, but she is cold.
His breath catches and he waits, stone-like in her presence.
It isn't yes, but it isn't alone.