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Leaves of Grass by foxrafer

Author: foxrafer
Title: Leaves of Grass
Rating: G
Theme: Potluck
Elements: "hit the books" September challenge, theme - reading
Summary: Éowyn has always been fond of stories.
Word Count: 425 words



When she was a child she spun whole stories from nothing but blades of grass, an unconscious game she could play for hours, meandering around in the back of her mind.

The short-cropped grass of the foothills and mountains around Aldburg became soldiers in formation, each Éored poised to charge at their captain's call. They waged great battles, their helms gleaming in the sun, led by a mighty warrior and her brave steed.

The yellowed patches of grass along the heath, crowded by shrubs and purple flowers, saw the drama of a large market. The merchants and craftsmen plied their trade in colorful stalls, while a sharp-eyed blacksmith, her skill at the forge held in high regard, solved mysteries and caught villains.

The flowing grasses of the open country, away from forest or farmland, housed numerous settlements of the little folk; their homes, no taller than your thumbs, nestled beneath the swaying fronds. The local wheelwright would travel far and wide for her supplies, unafraid of the vast fields, and return with stories of the giants that often threatened their lands.

The grass of Edoras, nearly all tamped short and flat by horse's hooves and wagon wheels, masked vast underground caverns, each blade a key to a secret passage known only by the wisest young horsewoman of the land.

Éowyn would return to each story as her mood shifted on the wind, embellish them with more colorful characters or exciting adventures. But for years the tales lay frozen in time, abandoned as age and the growing darkness blocked out childhood daydreams.

She was reminded of these long forgotten stories as she and Éomer accompanied their uncle on the long road to his final resting place. But it didn't take a child's fancy to tell the story of this earth, to read the pages in these fields. Once vital and bountiful, the landscape an invitation for adventure or quiet reflection, now blood-stained and scorched. The War had erased the original text, replacing it with solemn dirges of death and misery.

And yet there was hope among the ruin, glimmers of life in the devastation, life she would see nurtured and protected. While she may soon begin a new story amidst the Ithilien hills, the horseman's land would never not be home, and she cradled the signs of new growth as they passed. She turned each leaf of grass, inscribed their words onto her memory. She would see to it that each of their stories were told, the original tales woven seamlessly into new, more powerful revisions.

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blslarner
Jan. 17th, 2012 01:31 am (UTC)
A powerful look at the character of Eowyn as she is balanced between one life and the next. I love the imagination she has utilized to make her stories, and that she intends to exercise even more as she faces her marriage and move to the woods of Ithilien.
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 07:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you. She's definitely one of my favorite characters, and I always like thinking about her childhood and how it helped shape the woman she became.
dreamflower02
Jan. 17th, 2012 02:40 am (UTC)
A wonderful character study of Eowyn! I love the way you show her growing from an imaginative child into a determined and courageous young woman!
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm really quite enamored of her and would love to one day write a much longer piece, maybe an AU that tweaks the middle part of her story a bit.
engarian
Jan. 17th, 2012 03:05 am (UTC)
Such a beautiful word poem of growth, maturity and reflection. I really loved this, with each blade of grass that came under Eowyn's consideration.

- Erulisse (one L)
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I like that you used the phrase 'word poem' because this did begin to feel more like a poem as I was working on it. Something about that title, too, just pushes it toward poetry. *g*
clodia_metelli
Jan. 17th, 2012 10:53 am (UTC)
That's really lovely, Eowyn finding stories everywhere, or perhaps the story, and watching it change as the land changes. It underlines the importance of the landscape to the lives of those who live there, with all the different activities it supports.
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I like to think of her being very aware of all the activities around her, from merchants to craftsmen to soldiers, and kind of absorbing it all as she grew up.
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foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
I do picture her always observing the world around her and thinking about going off on journeys, although if her mother had lived I wonder how much of that she would have tempered with other pursuits and dreams. Thanks so much for reading.
lindahoyland
Jan. 21st, 2012 12:17 am (UTC)
A lovely glimpse of Eowyn
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you. She's one of my favorite characters so it's always fun to think about her.
mrowe
Jan. 21st, 2012 04:23 pm (UTC)
I loved the transition from destruction to renewal in the new growth she sees.
foxrafer
Jan. 30th, 2012 09:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I like to imagine she'd be both practical and creative when thinking about rebuilding and replenishing the land.
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