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[30 Mar 2008|04:52pm] |
Faramir stared at the paper for a very long time. It hadn't been a very good week. Finally, he started to write.
Laerbeth is dead.
He stared at the paper for a moment.
She was a good woman, a good ranger, and it always pains me when we lose one, but this has a whole new level. She was my brother's wife, and she died defending Gondor, as best she knew how.
We were sloppy. We lost a dozen people that day, besides her, and three barracks. I blame only myself - I should have gone with my instinct, and asked Boromir to increase security. But I ignored it, as there's been much on my mind. The Palantiri for one thing, and Eowyn, for another.
I haven't seen her in two days, and I am starting to get worried. She went for a ride near Emyn Arnen, and has not yet returned. This is not the first time she's done such things, but it has been the longest in nearly a year.
Making a decision, he stood, and walked out of his office. He left a note for his brother, and then saddled up his horse, and rode out.
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[05 Jan 2008|05:50pm] |
For a week now, I've been plagued with headaches, and fragments of a dream. I see snow, and ice, and then I wake, the headache worse than before. I'd not had this before, when the vision of Imladris had come. Maybe something inside me is fighting it this time. Maybe it's something different, something dangerous.
I've tried to piece it together. Biting cold, snow and ice. And there's fire. I see a body burning, but I know not who it is. Then it fragments, and I wake. Each night, I gain a new peice to this puzzle. But I'm missing the where. And the why. Last night, I was walking through the snow. Ahead of me I could see my brother's cloak, and to my right a flash of golden hair. I can't tell who the others are.
It is that, and the mystery of my brother's riddle and father's dream, that has occupied my mind. North, perhaps, the bitter north. If it's related to the Palantiri, the Bay of Forochel, or the Forodwaith.
Beside's that, I've devoted as much time as I can to Eowyn. We've...things are going better, better than they have in a very long time. I fear saying more, out of terror at ruining what we're rebuilding, by somehow putting it to words. I love her, and it oft feels as though I am timid, like a beast that shirks from it's master's raised hand, fearing a blow. I know it is ridiculous, to feel so.
The headaches do not..help much. I ought to talk to her about it (and many other things). Get her feedback. She -is- my wife. She deserves that consideration, though I tend to forget what I am thinking about when around her. We both deserve to feel more relaxed around one another. But..the whole thing, it is like walking on thin ice.
Ironic, considering the dreams...
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[29 Dec 2007|06:59pm] |
I seem to recall my brother sleep-walking when he was younger, but that was years and years ago, not long after mother died. I wonder if it is related. I know not, only that I knew there was something unusual about what he had written, and that I had to decipher it.
I think there may have been a few other times. Shortly before we blew the bridge at Osgiliath. And a few times prior, usually following or preceding stressful events. Mother dying, losing Osgiliath..large scale events, no less....
I've not slept since first seeing those writings, and I fear I won't be able to until I've made more headway.
Twilight sinks beneath the waves of crashing stone. Darkness obscures the eye. Touch of burning cold. Born again with fifteen souls before the son.
Just what does that mean?
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