Um, I don't know if it is too late to join in but....

I CALL GANDALF.

My brother lies, sick and pale across the bed, his wound dark against his side. The white hand looms over us, like the stench of a rotting carcass does over the sweet scent of a forest. The miserable Wormtoungue seems to slide through the shadows, watching, as I steel myself for the worst. There is no rest for me here, no safety in all of the Rittermark. Even if I were to run, to flee now, Sauroman's white hand would chase me, its fingers grasping to chain me back and I know I could not slip between them. My cousin waits with me, waits with me and my brother for the end to come. He tries to comfort me, but their are no words that will sate my sorrow. I am utterly lost. On the day my brother dies, I feel my heart shatter within my, a million pieces incapable of being put back together. But I cannot cry, for tears will not come. Numb on the inside and numb on the out, I should be hurting. I want tears to accompany me, but somehow crying would make this all seem too simple. A problem small enough to be fixed with a little hope and a few tears. I want to feel the pain that I know should be there, but instead I don’t feel anything. The stabbing anguish that left me breathless earlier has vanished, but the emptiness is almost worse. I’m not frightened, or lonely, or concerned. I’m just lost . Wormtongue feigns sadness, and my cousin is crippled with anger, but my uncle does not seem to notice. His mind is poisoned by the vicious little man, Wormtongue, and he cannot recall my brother, who was once his son. I stare across the battlements as I stand at the highest point, the banner of Rohan worn ragged and old . I wish I could jump and forget this place that was home. But as I try to hold on to this earth, try to forgive fate for the place she has put me, I notice something on the horizon. A white horse, a strong white horse that can only be one of Rohan. Perhaps there is hope yet.

Just a question - what is a RP?

A Role Play is a cooperative story where each author writes from the point of view of a different character in the story.

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Actually, I drop out. Lord of the Rings is too confusing.

If earth girl dropped out can I be Galadriel?  

Thank you Fire Eyes Phoenix! I really like how you write Eowyn too; it really gives a feel of what's going on her head, which doesn't come across that clearly in the writing.

I just realized, though, that our characters are destined to fall in love with each other. :/ Hope you don't mind that!

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