After such intense morning where so much was said, it does them both good, Èowyn thinks, to spend time with Merry, share a meal and talk of lighter topics. She's loathe to see Faramir go, she realizes, even if she understands his duties cannot be postponed. She watches him go perhaps for a moment too long, judging by the knowing smile on the hobbit's face when she finally turns back. She ignores it, drawing Merry into conversation about the Shire instead before it is time to see Ioreth about her arm.
Later on, she admits she finds herself hoping Faramir might return for another walk, before it is time to retire-- but he does not. Reminding herself he is the Steward now with more important things to attend to than one lonely woman, Èowyn goes to her quarters and spends a few candlemarks reading before turning in; a pastime she has not had the chance to indulge in since before Théoden's illness. Even if the books she finds in her room are rather frivolous poetry, she still enjoys them well enough.
She falls asleep remembering not her own misery or the looming threat of Mordor, but the intensity in Faramir's eyes as he looked into hers and the sound of his laughter. And for the first time since being awoken from the dark sleep of the Black Breath, Èowyn rises from bed the next morning with happy anticipation instead of dull resignation, remembering yesterday with a private smile as she waits for a maid to bring her breakfast and aid her in getting dressed.
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sounds good! i'm going to let you take it away from the next day, then. :)
Date: 2018-09-06 04:11 pm (UTC)Later on, she admits she finds herself hoping Faramir might return for another walk, before it is time to retire-- but he does not. Reminding herself he is the Steward now with more important things to attend to than one lonely woman, Èowyn goes to her quarters and spends a few candlemarks reading before turning in; a pastime she has not had the chance to indulge in since before Théoden's illness. Even if the books she finds in her room are rather frivolous poetry, she still enjoys them well enough.
She falls asleep remembering not her own misery or the looming threat of Mordor, but the intensity in Faramir's eyes as he looked into hers and the sound of his laughter. And for the first time since being awoken from the dark sleep of the Black Breath, Èowyn rises from bed the next morning with happy anticipation instead of dull resignation, remembering yesterday with a private smile as she waits for a maid to bring her breakfast and aid her in getting dressed.