Faramir smiles fondly, imagining his betrothed as a young filly of a girl, wild and careless and fierce, running through the fields or picking up her first sword. He wishes he could have seen her then. There is in his heart a small, as yet unspoken hope: that if they are lucky enough to have children, in time, he'll see an echo of that girl in them.
"Not impatience so much as restlessness, I think. Or so it seemed to me at the time." He rests an arm on one knee, stretching his other leg out in front of them. He gives Eomer a quick sideways glance, wondering if the other man is leading up to something. "Though she certainly shows no hesitation once she is fixed on a goal."
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Date: 2018-08-05 09:00 pm (UTC)"Not impatience so much as restlessness, I think. Or so it seemed to me at the time." He rests an arm on one knee, stretching his other leg out in front of them. He gives Eomer a quick sideways glance, wondering if the other man is leading up to something. "Though she certainly shows no hesitation once she is fixed on a goal."