She had not wished to listen to such private matters, and conversations between fathers and sons were indeed meant for no others' ears. But by now she knew of her parchment's penchant for picking up moments that were best left unseen and unheard by strangers, and knew that such occurrences were not only limited to her - and now it deemed it fit to show her such a scathing, such a cold and chilling exchange happening between Captain Faramir and his lord. She knew he would not wish for anyone to know of this. None would! She could not help but feel aggravated on his behalf.
Éowyn knew very little of Lord Faramir's father - the Steward of Gondor, as he had so loudly, proudly proclaimed - and now she had no wish to know more about him. For one to speak to his son so callously as he had done was unforgivable, and at the end of the conversation Éowyn's heart was moved, first by anger, then by pity. Anger that such a lord could so easily dismiss his son and his men's dire need for long and good rest, their need to regain the strength they have lost in their journeys. She knew that in these dark days, a warm bed might be the only comfort a soldier would know, and that his strength returned to him quicker in the company of all that was familiar to him - and for the Steward to deprive them of that was a heartless act indeed. Pity that Lord Faramir was bound to his duties as much as she was, and that despite their own wishes, their own desires, in the end they would obey their lords' wills. And yet she did so out of love for the uncle who treated her like his own daughter. How could Lord Faramir endure this from his own father, who did not treat him like his own son?
When he spoke to the device minutes later, Éowyn found herself unable to speak. Farewell? Would he not bring his link to the community with him in his journey?
"My lord," she replied softly, with a respectful nod. "I--" Éowyn paused, unsure of what to say to him. Then, "It seems that duty calls on you again."
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:00 am (UTC)Éowyn knew very little of Lord Faramir's father - the Steward of Gondor, as he had so loudly, proudly proclaimed - and now she had no wish to know more about him. For one to speak to his son so callously as he had done was unforgivable, and at the end of the conversation Éowyn's heart was moved, first by anger, then by pity. Anger that such a lord could so easily dismiss his son and his men's dire need for long and good rest, their need to regain the strength they have lost in their journeys. She knew that in these dark days, a warm bed might be the only comfort a soldier would know, and that his strength returned to him quicker in the company of all that was familiar to him - and for the Steward to deprive them of that was a heartless act indeed. Pity that Lord Faramir was bound to his duties as much as she was, and that despite their own wishes, their own desires, in the end they would obey their lords' wills. And yet she did so out of love for the uncle who treated her like his own daughter. How could Lord Faramir endure this from his own father, who did not treat him like his own son?
When he spoke to the device minutes later, Éowyn found herself unable to speak. Farewell? Would he not bring his link to the community with him in his journey?
"My lord," she replied softly, with a respectful nod. "I--" Éowyn paused, unsure of what to say to him. Then, "It seems that duty calls on you again."