Title; Mistaken Identity
For the 'Everything is Illuminated' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
She saw the tall figure, cloaked in grey, move in the shadows, up onto Edoras’ defensive wall, and then stand gazing over the deeper darkness without.
Her hungry eyes feasted on him, silhouetted by a guttering flame; so tall, so regal in his bearing. This Aragorn was a figure to quicken both heart and blood.
She made to join him but, before she spoke, the moon cleaved the clouds; illuminating all. The figure lifted his face and the silver shaft caught pearl skin, pale hair.
Shaken, Éowyn tried to believe that she had known, all along, it was the elf.