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Penetrate in yourself. Looking for the reason that calls you to write; If being examined to extend its roots in the deepest place of your heart, confess if you would be forced to die, when you were denied in writing.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet

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Never, oh never ... nothing ever dies, the water flows, the wind blows, the cloud escapes, the heart beats, nothing dies.

David Lynch, The Elephant Man by

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57 - A new plan!

were moments long as years, those in which the life of Anemoee hung, then with one click sudden she got up to sit, before collapsing on the floor of the room on all fours, coughing up their lungs for air had seen many times in the face death in his life, but never so close, the pain, horror, loss, try Éowyn in real flight the end, they were still well-printed in the mind of the Amazon.
not even heard a knock at the door, he saw enter Faramir, seeing that he rushed out the next.
" Anemoee ! Anemoee what's going on?" worried asked, his face ashen and sweaty Basin and the faticosità which breathed, approached her helping her up off the ground and lie on the bed, looked at her not knowing what to do to help.
"I'm ... I'm fine .. I think ..." she was finally able to say Anemoee , stumbling over the words, "Now I know exactly what happened to your wife!" said when he managed to resume a regular breathing.
Faramir somewhat reassured about the health of women, carefully evaluated what it said.
"Have you seen him? Did you see that this happened to you were ill?"
"Pretty much, you made me live, from beginning to end." he said, then got up from bed and started to move around the room trying to recover as quickly as possible.
"You know who it was then?" Faramir asked , looking with hope in his eyes.
"You're gone from Rotgar true?" asked Anemoee happy that would not have to occur for those who had the loyalty of the man who had put Gondor guarding the prisoner.
"No, because ? Should I?" The man looked at her now almost done with suspicious and after a moment he added, "I've already got him!" was not a question, but is a safe, immediately turned back on itself, sending them to the door, but Anemoee , although still a bit 'blurred by' just lived experience, it was faster and frammise between him and the exit.
"Faramir Now is the time to reason with the mind, not with the heart. "she said placing a hand on his chest.
" Let me go! "he intimated.
" No! "was the reply Anemoee ," Before we speak, I risked my life and worse even the crazy ones, to get to the top of this situation , now you listen to me and hear what I have in mind, you owe me this! "
Faramir 's response was swift to long, she was considering before him, he knew the strength, allies and honor, knew what he had to tell him he would not have liked, for nothing, but he also knew that what she did any or had in mind to do, I would think the impact that this could have on the war that envisaged the gates.
clenched his fists, took a deep breath and then went to sit on the bed.
"I'm listening ..." just said.
"Good!" Anemoee did not need to repeat twice went to sit in front on the floor and began to explain his plan.
When she had finished speaking the response Faramir did not wait long this time.
"NO!" he said, shaking his head vigorously. "I do not Like "
" I knew that already before even tell you, but I promise you he will pay for this ... "
" It is not just for that! "interrupted him, 'It is too dangerous. .. for you! "
" Think about it, is the only way to find out ... "Insisted Anemoee .
" I'm thinking ... more and more I think I would not like it, "said Faramir resolute," I will not allow you to do a kind of madness ... at least not alone! "
" Who do you think would come with me? "he asked looking at him almost pleadingly, knew that quello che proponeva era una cosa pericolosa, al limite del possibile, ma le sembra anche sensato tentare comunque, l'unico modo per avvicinarsi al nemico e carpirne i segreti e i movimenti.
"Io verrò con te!" disse deciso lui alzandosi dal letto, "O così, " interruppe sul nascere le proteste di Anemoee , "O non ti sosterrò!"
Anemoee sapeva bene di avere bisogno di avere il suo sostegno, sia con Aragorn , sia nella prova che l'attendeva da li a qualche minuto.
"E sia, andremo insieme! Ma non potremo portare nessun altro!"

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56 - It 's a bit like dying!

In the end, Anemoee and his men, they found what they were looking at one of the courtyards, she recognized the face of the man who hammered the memories Éowyn as he spoke with some farmers, it seemed to him so innuquo, but had the sure it was him, when another cry, this time of anguish tore his mind again.
"You want to stop screaming in my head!" said softly, not to be heard by the men who accompanied him, he knew that that aspect of the situation could pass it to someone with something that was not exactly in the right direction.
"It 's him!" spoke again Éowyn , this time more softly.
"I had got it!" muttered Anemoee , then more loudly, but always held back, " Rotgar , he is the one tall and thin! Do you know who?"
"My Lady Are you sure?" asked Rotgar looking at the man who now gave them away.
"Yes, I am more than sure, then you know who he is?" he asked with a tone that admitted other responses were not those of the claim.
"Yes, I know, you Bartnel , here is second only to Sir Faramir, anyone who makes his place when he is missing from Emyn Arnen . said heavy Rotgar .
"This is not good news." Anemoee said, "We proceed as agreed, I will join you to the cells, later."
"Yes My Lady!" They said in unison Rotgar and Sarin .
"One last thing, if Sire Faramir cells were present when I am still not arrived, send it to me, I have to explain a few things before it can meet the man!"
The two men nodded and then headed for Bartnel , Anemoee its part is esclissò
arrived in his room Anemoee sat sul letto, preparandosi ad una nuova chiacchierata
"Ora con calma, vuoi dirmi esattamente come è andata sulla torre?" chiese a voce normale, non riusciva a capire se Éowyn fosse ancora furiosa, ma il fatto che finalmente avessero trovato il colpevole di ciò che le era accaduto poteva averla calmata, di certo non lo avrebbe fatto l'idea che stava germogliando nella sua testa, per usare l'uomo a suo favore.
Nessuna risposta provenne dall'ospite.
"Sì, lo ammetto mi piace Faramir , prima di conoscerlo non sapevo nemmeno cosa volesse dire farsi piacere un uomo. Mi dispiace che questo di faccia stare male, ma Éowyn , tu sei morta, not then hold Faramir still tied to you, you feel guilty about what happened to you, why do not you protected as it should, now and then he almost sure that you have been killed, he feels even worse ! He still loves you even though you are no longer with him, will love you forever, I will not be able to take your place. NEVER! Why you were the first, nothing and nobody can take your place! But now you must help me to nail the man! "
At one point he found himself without an answer to see the steps of the tower, which had covered just prior to his legs, his hands still felt while under the bedspread on which was sitting strinse forte le mani tanto che le nocche le divennero bianche, ma la visione non si allontanò, gli scalini volavano sotto di sè come se stesse correndo a perdifiato su per la salita. Alla fine arrivò alla porta e la spalancò e lo vide, l'uomo che le avevano indicato come Bartnel e le stava davanti sorridendo.
"NO...." cercò di dire Anemoee , ma la visione prosegui come se lei fosse uscita dall'antro delle scale.
"Mia Signora Éowyn , venite a vedere Sire Faramir che torna da voi!!" disse l'uomo con fare, che Anemoee , non poté definire tra se, sospetto e viscido al tempo stesso.
Ora capiva anche cosa stava accadendo , Éowyn aveva deciso di non raccontargli quanto accaduto , ma di farglielo rivivere direttamente nei suoi ricordi.
"Ditemi Bartnel , sta finalmente tornando?" chiese la donna, con voce speranzosa.
"Sì Mia Signora!" disse servilmente l'uomo, "Guardate voi stessa là verso la piana che ci separa da Minas Tirish , quello è Sire Faramir con la sua scorta"
Éowyn doveva essersi appoggiata al parapetto della torre, perchè Anemoee ora could see across the plain, to the white towers, but could see traces of riders.
"Where Bartnel ? I do not see anything!" he asked turning to the man who found himself very close, " Bartnel What are you doing?" now asked Éowyn , preoccupied, but nothing could prepare the what would happen, because nothing Sire Faramir, her husband and a great knowledge of men and their characters, trusted Bartnel .
"I'm sorry, that the new war should start you own beautiful Éowyn." said the man, passing two fingers on his cheek.
" Bartnel you prende?" chiese Éowyn cercando si scostarsi da lui, ma egli non le diede modo di farlo, l' afferrò con le mani per la vita e la sollevò da terra come se non pesasse nulla, in pochi attimi, Éowyn si ritrovò sospesa nel vuoto, in un ultimo disperato tentativo si aggrappò con tutte le sue forze alle spalle dell'uomo affondando le unghie della mano destra nella spalla sinistra dell'uomo, fino a farne uscire il sangue.
Bartnel era alto e magro, ma era decisamente più forte della donna, si liberò della prese in un attimo, anche se questa lascio tre lunghi graffi.
"Addio mia bella Signora!" e la lasciò cadere nel vuoto, senza sporgersi più del necessario, per non farsi scorgersi dal basso.
Éowyn precipitò verso terra, e Anemoee con lei, che seduta sul letto vide la terra avvicinarsi velocemente verso di lei, cercò di sganciarsi dai ricordi di Éowyn , ma don un ultimo respiro si ritrovò a pochi centimetri da terra, mentre il suo corpo reale cadeva immobile sul letto, le mani rilasciarono la presa sul compriletto e lei parve non respirare più.

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Rieccomi qua, sono di nuovo pronta a proseguire con le avventure di Anemoee, le pubblicazioni non saranno regolari, perchè for me this time (September and October) is quite challenging from a working (read vintage!) but I will do my best! Happy reading!