7 Fourth Age: A Cage

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7 Fourth Age: A Cage
Topic Started: 8 Dec 2008, 11:49 PM (135 Views)
Deleted User	30 Dec 2008, 10:59 PM Post #11
Deleted User	"Merry was in the Houses, but only for a short time. His wound was not as profound." The little halfling had actually healed up quite nicely. "It is alright. I do not mind." She said a smile lighting her face. In fact she loved to remember the last time she was here. It was full of happiness in a dark time, much like now. "The companion that I met here is now my husband, the Steward of Gondor at the time." As Faramir's father had killed himself, so he had taken the place. "We spent much of our time out here as many in the City had went to the Black Gates to force the Hand of the Dark Lord. I believe that your cousin and the other Halfling, the one in the service to Minas Tirith, went to." "Being curious is not a crime. For the tales of the deeds that have been done by your people, by the Ring Bearer, are yet still sung in the Halls of the people here, and more than likely all over the lands of the free peoples."
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Deleted User	4 Jan 2009, 05:12 PM Post #12
Deleted User	Eowyn’s words calmed Milo. He was still flustered that he had spoken so rashly, forgetting men and Hobbits addressed their leaders differently. But that the Lady had taken no offense soothed him a little. “Then happiness truly may be found in the dark,” Milo responded. He did not believe there would be any happiness found in this darkness, but he kept his words to himself. No one enjoyed conversing with a morose partner. Eowyn had known four of the greatest Hobbits, and he would not tarnish the Brandybuck name by sulking and whining openly over a fate he could not change. “Curiosity isn’t a common trait among Hobbits,” Milo went on. “We mostly stay with what we know, our homes and our families. The only form of curiosity you might find in the Shire is nosiness and gossip.” The Hobbit allowed himself a sad smile. His family was probably enduring much nosiness for his absence, and he himself would be the topic of much gossip. But no one would come looking for him. No one would be that curious about his fate. “There are only a few of us who show real curiosity, and we mostly hide it away and apologize when it shows. I still haven’t become used to the notion that men value a curious mind, but I am glad that you do. There should be some race in Middle-earth wanting to explore new lands and invent new devices and discover better ways of working. It would be a very sad thing if there were no curious minds creating new stories.”
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Deleted User	7 Jan 2009, 09:29 PM Post #13
Deleted User	Yes, there was sometimes happiness in the darkness. And while it was that she had found a new friend, there would be no more happiness till a cure was found. For this was not just about being contained in the Houses because of an injury. No, this was about staying in the Houses so that she did not contaminate someone else. "Yours is a very curious race indeed." She smiled. "For I could not see myself just content to just stay in one area." It would be like the Cage that she told the Lord Aragorn that she was afraid of. Even when her Uncle had told her that she was to be in charge durring his absence, she had not sat idle and ruled the people like she was told. "Then I am glad that you are curious, for if not you would have never found your way here and we never would have met." She cast a smile to her tiny compainion.
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Deleted User	8 Jan 2009, 02:46 PM Post #14
Deleted User	A strange feeling stole over Milo, like someone was turning off his senses one-by-one. The wind in the garden felt very cold to him, and he shivered in the draft. Standing by a rosebush, he saw Merrick again, shaking her head sadly. “I’ll miss you, brother,” she said, “You were always my favorite.” Frightened, he turned to Eowyn, his eyes wide and jaw slack. He knew what happened now. Why had he asked the Healers? Surely it would have been better to slip into oblivion not knowing it would happen. “My Lady, I …” Milo felt his knees buckle. The Hobbit toppled to the ground and cracked his head on the stone, but he did not feel it. The world had gone black for Milo Brandybuck, and it would never come into crisp focus again.
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