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The Elf and the Woman - Éowyn x Reader

I wanted to write a romance between a Man and an elf, so I wrote this.

Word count: 1,094 words

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You opened your eyes, being flooded with light. A man was looking at you, and after a few seconds of trying to see properly, you noticed that the man was Aragorn. Where were you? The last thing that you remembered was getting knocked out while battling in Pelennor Fields.

A beautiful woman was laying in a bed next to yours. Her eyes were shut, for she was severely injured. Secretly hoping that she would live, you closely watched as Aragorn tried to wake her. You were an elf, and there weren't many other elves in these parts. Not this close to Mordor.

The woman woke eventually, to your relief. Her grey eyes radiated beauty, a beauty that you were enchanted by. Never have you been so attracted to anyone. Was a romance between an elf and a human going to happen? Not a chance.

Elves were indeed known for their beauty and grace, but you believed this woman to be so beautiful. As soon as you have the chance, you had to speak to her.

And so your chance came. The woman stood by a large window a while after she was woken. Nervously, you walked up to her and began to talk to her. Her name was Éowyn, and her uncle was the late King Théoden of the Rohirrim. She had a brother named Éomer, and she was a sheidmaiden.

"Wow..." you muttered.

"So, what about you? This conversation cannot be about only me, as that would make me seem self-centered." said Éowyn. "You are an elf, so I would assume that you have quite an interesting life."

"I am from Rivendell, known to my kind as Imladris. My life hasn't been very interesting until I joined the Fellowship of the Ring. Honestly, I was a simple elf that was invited to the Council of Elrond. You have a much more interesting than me." you told Éowyn.

"Ah, I assumed that elves would have much better lives than us Men, being fair and beautiful and all." The woman stared out the window. "But I suppose that they are not as different than us as I thought they were."

"We are very different, though." you said. Éowyn nodded, knowing that elves and Men are very different. Like, elves were immortal, meaning that grief must be different for them. Also, they only fell in love once, so they most likely never took it for granted. She was curious about the culture of the elves, now that she befriended one.

The two of you talked for a while, and a beautiful friendship began to form. Both of you were to stay in the Houses of Healing for several days. These days might feel boring and odd, but at least Éowyn was with you.

Night came, and it was quite peaceful. Although battle could possibly be near, the night felt quiet. The stars twinkled in the sky as the moon shone brilliantly. Éowyn was asleep, her eyes closed. You wished her good dreams, and a good sleep. Elves didn't really sleep, though they can have visions and dreams.

You went to the window, staring at the stars. Nobody in the Houses of Healing was awake, as you were the only elf in there. Being the only elf felt weird, as you were used to being surrounded by elves while you lived in Rivendell and then in Lothlórien when you stayed there.

Soon, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see who touched you, and it was Éowyn. Though she had just woken up, and her golden hair was a mess, she was still gorgeous in your eyes. She let out a yawn.

"What are you doing up this late?" you asked.

"I just woke up and I noticed that you were awake. So, I figured that we should have a conversation." Éowyn answered.

So then, the two of you had a conversation. In that little chat you two had, Éowyn revealed that she disguised herself as a man to fight in Pelennor Fields. She constantly argued that she can fight in a war. To some, that would seem stubborn, but you liked that. Those actions made her brave.

The next morning, you saw Éowyn talking to a man. A sharp pain was in your heart. They were talking and laughing, and you caught a little bit of flirting. She is in love with somebody else. No wonder she was though, for the man she was talking to was so kind to her. Jealousy raged inside you.

Man, you felt bad about this. You were in love with this woman, and she didn't love you back. Your heart was wrenched. Please don't say that she loved the man. Please. Not that you didn't want the best for Éowyn, of course, but you really wanted to be with her. She was the love of your life.

Days soon passed, and you talked to Éowyn a lot. She talked to the man quite often, and sometimes, you saw them talking. The body language screamed "We're in love." Each time they would talk, it felt like a massive dagger to the heart.

Instead of just allowing it to happen and not mentioning it to your friend, you decided to talk about the man she constantly talked to.

"So... who is that person you've been speaking to?" you asked. "I've seen you two talk a lot."

"His name is Faramir, and he is quite kind..." She trailed off and stared into the distance. Oh no, she was in love with Faramir. It was obvious, based on her tone. Even more daggers stab your heart. Éowyn didn't know it, but she was breaking your heart.

"Oh..." You felt so much pain right now. "Are you two in love? If you are, I'd be so happy for you." Hopefully no pain slipped in your voice, because you didn't want Éowyn to know how hurt you were. Your sadness would only make her sad. And she didn't deserve that.

Éowyn shook her head. What? So she wasn't in love with him? "I am in love with another." she told you.

"Do tell!" you exclaimed, curious as to who she was in love with.

"You." This word had shocked you completely. This cannot be true. Nope. No way. "I'm not joking. You. I mean, this might be weird, as I am mortal and you are immortal, but I truly love you."

"Well... I love you, too." you said. And thus began the romance between an immortal elf and a mortal human.

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Okay I love Éowyn so much, like she's my absolute favorite Tolkien character. It's her, and Finrod.

Who is your favorite Tolkien character?

Novaer, mellyn nin!