He looks at her then, and his expression is one of slowly growing wonder. "No, it was but a picture in the mind. I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days."
He squeezes her hand, marvelling anew at the feel of her fingers entangled with his. Although they have often held hands thus it suddenly feels a new thing, miraculous. "But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny."
He laughs a little in sudden amazement. "Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!" He bends and kisses her forehead, lifting their joined hands up against his heart.
In that moment a great wind arises, but unlike the torrents of this morning this one feels clean, a wind to sweep away an old season and herald in a new. And then the Sun bursts forth, bathing all things in golden light, and far off in the distance the river Anduin is a shining ribbon on the plains. Everything feels reborn.
From all over the city comes the sound of singing, and Faramir's heart too sings, but he keeps his lips pressed to Éowyn's brow, wonder-struck.
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Date: 2018-11-09 03:15 pm (UTC)He looks at her then, and his expression is one of slowly growing wonder. "No, it was but a picture in the mind. I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days."
He squeezes her hand, marvelling anew at the feel of her fingers entangled with his. Although they have often held hands thus it suddenly feels a new thing, miraculous. "But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny."
He laughs a little in sudden amazement. "Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!" He bends and kisses her forehead, lifting their joined hands up against his heart.
In that moment a great wind arises, but unlike the torrents of this morning this one feels clean, a wind to sweep away an old season and herald in a new. And then the Sun bursts forth, bathing all things in golden light, and far off in the distance the river Anduin is a shining ribbon on the plains. Everything feels reborn.
From all over the city comes the sound of singing, and Faramir's heart too sings, but he keeps his lips pressed to Éowyn's brow, wonder-struck.