Èowyn draws in a slow breath at his soft thanks, taking a moment to look her last on Faramir's mother. Think well of me, lady, she bids in the privacy of her mind, though she's not entirely sure why she beseeches a woman long since dead, why it's important just then that she does. All she knows is that she's accepted something far more that a mere beautiful raiment in agreeing to bear this mantle at Faramir's behest; and the idea is not disagreeable, Èowyn realizes.
"Perhaps some other time," she decides after giving the suggestion some thought. For she has no memories of her own of Thengel, and though interesting as it might be to look upon his portrait, her thoughts now return to her uncle. Her expression grows somber when she adds, "For I think I am ready now to go see my uncle."
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Date: 2018-09-12 04:44 pm (UTC)"Perhaps some other time," she decides after giving the suggestion some thought. For she has no memories of her own of Thengel, and though interesting as it might be to look upon his portrait, her thoughts now return to her uncle. Her expression grows somber when she adds, "For I think I am ready now to go see my uncle."