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Flashback- As the Riders depart for the Fields of the Pelennor [Jan. 13th, 2005|10:15 pm]
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[cyrenofrohan]
Cyren sat on one of the steps on the slope of Edoras. He watched thoughtfully, and with sorrow, as the other men of Rohan walked about, shining helms beneath their chainmail arms. He noted, too, the women walking round, and the children scampering about; the rest of the injured were in Meduseld, save for a few sitting on the edge of the great stone well. A few who, like him, were direly in need of free air at least, if they could not have action.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-14 03:27 am (UTC)
Éadayn had finally been given a short leave from her duties in tending the wounded; women with vast healing skill had taken over, and she had become a bumbling assistant who now joined the rest of the women outside Meduseld, helping the Riders to prepare in any way possible. She had been filling water flasks from a bucket at the well for an hour or two before she had become useless again, and, seeing her cousin Cyren, she made for the stairs. Cyren was one of the few surviving members of her family, save Ceirden, her cousin on her mother's side, and her brother Naydir, the second-born, who rode to battle with the Rohirrim on that day.

Éadayn perched on the grand wall by the stair near Cyren and smiled sympathetically. "How dost thou fare, cousin?" she asked.
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-14 03:33 am (UTC)
"No better, and no worse." Cyren said, his face void of expression. Then he let a hefty sigh. In his mind, he felt he was too cold with his cousin since the battle of the Deeping. He turned to her, and was about to speak, when someone whistled high and pure, and the horns of the Rohirrim started sounding. "Oh, would my current fate be different if I were already a full-fledged rider when our country needed men with skill?" he cried out, bitterly.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-14 03:36 am (UTC)
Éadayn frowned. "It would not," she said, more harshly than she meant. "Thou wouldst be of no service in battle with one good arm, cousin, Rider or no. Thy skill and thy position does not make thy injuries less grave. Thou lay in the caverns without sense for nigh an entire day, and thou still cannot bear a sword. Thou art not the only man left behind; Riders of many more years than thee lie still in Meduseld. Wouldst thou ride to war and fight in vain when nearly all our family has fallen? Thou shouldst not throw away thy life so quickly."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-14 03:43 am (UTC)
Cyren fell silent; and he chewed upon his lower lip as is the habit of one in thought; he silently turned his face away and rested it upon his hand. A stone lay at his feet; he kicked it against the wall, in idle frustration.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-14 03:55 am (UTC)
Éadayn sighed and examined closely the wall upon which she sat. She had become bitter since the battle at Helm's Deep, for she had no sooner saved one member of her family than discovered her eldest brother and father had perished.

"My apologies, cousin," she said at last. "I did not mean to sadden thee. But I would see thee and my brother Naydir and my uncle's son Ceirden, and thy brother and father all lying wounded in Meduseld before I would see thee ride to battle again, for thou art all left to me in this world."
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From: ceirden
2004-01-15 01:06 am (UTC)
Ceirden approached his cousins cautiously. He was already soaked in sweat, and that was only from nerves. "Cyren, Eadayn... We are to leave soon. I wanted-- I wanted to say goodbye." He dug in his pocket and brought out an envelope sealed in green wax. "If I do not return, open this."

The rider hugged his cousin Eadayn and kissed her forehead, and then gently took Cyren's hand. Tears clouded his vision, but he did not let himself cry. He had done enough crying at Helm's Deep. "Take care of yourself, and of Eadayn."

"Westu hal," he whispered.

Ceirden had thought he'd known fear when he was fighting at Helm's Deep. But he had known nothing of fear.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-15 01:11 am (UTC)
Éadayn glanced down at the envelope, hoping she would never have to break the seal, and tucked it inside her sleeve. "Thou shalt return, cousin," she said, trying to smile. "And if it does not trouble thee too much, wouldst thou try to bring my brother back as well?" Her smile faltered, and her gaze fell to the ground, for she needed no reply; it seemed that the doom of her family was already written on her heart, and it seemed almost futile to speak of changing it.
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-15 01:19 am (UTC)
Cyren took a deep breath of the pure air of Rohan. "I plan on trying to do so..." he said, face closed, yet eyes unblinking and sorrowful. Silent he stayed for another moment. "Westu hal..."
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From: ceirden
2004-01-15 01:25 am (UTC)
Ceirden turned away to find his horse. When he was firmly in the saddle he whispered, "If I never return to Rohan, at least I will have died fighting for her." He swallowed, and then rode off to meet the massing Rohirrim.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-15 01:29 am (UTC)
Éadayn sighed and watched the riders depart to the familiar sounds of the horns. "Take small comfort, cousin," she said to Cyren, smiling wryly. "For if they do not return, darker times than this shall come, and thou shalt have the chance to do great deeds in battle, though none should live to remember."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-15 01:34 am (UTC)
Cyren replied nothing to his cousin, but gingerly stood, watching the riders prepare. The sorrow had turned to a stony expression.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-15 01:41 am (UTC)
Éadayn noticed how Cyren's face hardened, and she stood as well, becoming slightly frustrated. "Thou shouldst count thyself blessed," she said. "Thou dost not ride to the horror that is war more than once. Count it a gift."

She glanced back out at the gathering riders and sighed. "They go for us," she said. "Thou art young and I am young, and they go that we might live to see the days after, if the days come. Or so my brother said to me, ere he departed this morning. What else could we do but accept the gift they give?"
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 03:21 am (UTC)
"What gift is there in an if?" He asked bitterly. "I would rather be sure that I would fight."
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 03:25 am (UTC)
"To what end?" Éadayn asked. "Thou art not able to fight, cousin. Of what use art thou ill and injured? Stay and be patient. I say not content, for I know thou wilt never be content. But have patience wait with me for the news that cannot be stopped."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 03:53 am (UTC)
He glared at her, sighing. "You know not why I wish to fight."
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 03:56 am (UTC)
Éadayn was growing frustrated. Their conversation was going in circles, and Cyren was not seeing the point. In a flash of anger, she grabbed his arm and pulled him round to face her, slapping him squarely across the face. "Wake up!" she said. "Look around, cousin! Thou art not only needed on the battle field, and since thou cannot go, make thyself useful here!" She crossed her arms and sank down onto the stone stairs again in frustration.
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:04 am (UTC)
Cyren stepped backwards, glaring at her in shock. He slowly sat down next to her, not saying anything.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:10 am (UTC)
Éadayn glared back at her cousin. "Don't look at me like that," she said. "It was naught but what you deserved. Take what you have been offered and leave it at that. You will ruin what little time you may have left with regrets."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:13 am (UTC)
"First you tell me that I am young and have the gift of time, and then you tell me not to waste the little time I have?" he barked back, scornfully, with a small growl of frustration at the change in her language.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:17 am (UTC)
Éadayn frowned and swatted at his arm. "You do not listen," she said. "I told you that we have been offered a gift. They go to give it to us. It may be many years or only a few days. Until word comes, we do not know. But in any case, it will not do to waste time."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:19 am (UTC)
"Waste time!" He cried out. "Time, always time, you keep going on about time. And the time that is mine? I wish I had the chance to fight with it."
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:25 am (UTC)
"Then you are worse than a fool," Éadayn said bitterly. "What do you think my father and brother would have done with their last moments? Fought the horrid creatures and seen the sights of battle? Who asks that for a death? What is there but time, cousin? Time to work, play, love, sleep. What is time but a means by which we count the hours happy or sad? I would have seen my family's time well spent. Consider that."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:28 am (UTC)
"And they may have held different ideas about what time was well spent," Cyren said softly, staring at the ground. "Indeed, who asks to survive because of lack of skill? Certainly not even one worse than a fool."
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:30 am (UTC)
Éadayn glanced over at him, and she softened a bit. "You have skill," she said. "Equal to many of the others. But you cannot expect to be in full strength when you are not in full health. Look differently; perhaps you were left to serve some other purpose for which others are unfit."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:33 am (UTC)
"Oh? Like what?" he asked sarcastically. "To sit around and argue with my cousin?" He kicked a stone lying on the ground.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:35 am (UTC)
"No," Éadayn said, trying to decide whether to smile or frown. "Though you certainly are doing an excellent job of that. But what if foul creatures run through the city? You are one of the only men left who would be able to bear sword. An 'if', perhaps, like those you scorn, but it is not impossible. Nor improbable, in current conditions."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:42 am (UTC)
Cyren tilted his head at his cousin, mellowing. "Too excellent a job for thy tastes?"
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:47 am (UTC)
Éadayn smiled at last, and she felt the last of her anger leave. "Indeed," she replied, turning towards him and leaning against the wall. "Thou hast many hidden talents, and arguing with thy cousin is at the top of the list. Do I win, or are we at a truce, for now?"
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:49 am (UTC)
"Thou would never win," he scoffed playfully. "So a truce it must be."
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:52 am (UTC)
Éadayn crossed her arms and tried to look angry again, but she failed miserably. "We shall see about that," she said. "Not too soon, I hope. I must find a way to best thee before the end."
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From: cyrenofrohan
2004-01-19 04:57 am (UTC)
"Thou will be thinking long, then, cousin!" Cyren retorted, putting an arm around Eadayn's shoulders.
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From: eadayn
2004-01-19 04:58 am (UTC)
Éadayn laughed. "I have hidden talents of my own," she teased. "Thou art feeling better, I gather?"
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From: ceirden
2004-01-15 01:36 am (UTC)
Ceirden turned away to find his horse. When he was firmly in the saddle he whispered, "If I never return to Rohan, at least I will have died fighting for her." He swallowed, and then rode off to meet the massing Rohirrim.
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