“He’s a Kiwi named Paris Howe Strewe. He spent a few days being lugged around on my horse and then dying very prettily, and decided that acting wasn’t for him. But it was enough.”
I push my hair out of my eyes. “I don’t know if it’s because his role was so small or what, but Théodred just takes over his mind. The man you saw looks exactly like Paris, which sometimes causes Paris some difficulties. But Éomer takes over my whole body . . . you saw how different we look. The only thing we share is wounds, if he gets hurt here, he leaves the injury with me when he goes back to Rohan.”
Much as I want to keep you ignorant and safe, I know that’s not an option anymore. Somehow, this nightmare has touched you and I don’t know if was pure chance or because of your involvement with me. But I’m not going to tell you about the bowl, because I don’t want to risk you going to look for it and ending up with a shift the way Gareth did.
“Éomer and Théodred are the good guys, but . . . there’s a balance, there always is. Morgoth . . . “ I look to see if you know who I’m talking about and you nod shakily. “This thinning between worlds is helping Morgoth, and this is where I get really bloody confused, but he’s using it . . . and his creatures come here. The scar on my arm is from a battle that Éomer fought here against one of Morgoth’s beasts.” Hopefully I can avoid a full accounting of what exactly happened that day.
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Date: 2005-07-22 03:08 am (UTC)I push my hair out of my eyes. “I don’t know if it’s because his role was so small or what, but Théodred just takes over his mind. The man you saw looks exactly like Paris, which sometimes causes Paris some difficulties. But Éomer takes over my whole body . . . you saw how different we look. The only thing we share is wounds, if he gets hurt here, he leaves the injury with me when he goes back to Rohan.”
Much as I want to keep you ignorant and safe, I know that’s not an option anymore. Somehow, this nightmare has touched you and I don’t know if was pure chance or because of your involvement with me. But I’m not going to tell you about the bowl, because I don’t want to risk you going to look for it and ending up with a shift the way Gareth did.
“Éomer and Théodred are the good guys, but . . . there’s a balance, there always is. Morgoth . . . “ I look to see if you know who I’m talking about and you nod shakily. “This thinning between worlds is helping Morgoth, and this is where I get really bloody confused, but he’s using it . . . and his creatures come here. The scar on my arm is from a battle that Éomer fought here against one of Morgoth’s beasts.” Hopefully I can avoid a full accounting of what exactly happened that day.