"Frodo did it," Faramir echoes, his voice just as low and marveling. They have not spoken of Frodo save obliquely, in Faramir's case from fear that doing so might endanger him, that a spy of the Enemy might somehow learn of this most desperate, most secret plan, so wholly unexpected and impossible. He suspected she knew, and she must have suspected the same of him, but any attempt to draw near the subject he has steered away for that reason.
But now he laughs, a loud, ringing sound of triumph, and he picks Éowyn up by the waist and lifts her, swinging her around in wild delight. "Frodo and Sam did it! All is won, all is blessed, all!"
He would kiss her then, in this feeling of raucous, overwhelming relief, this sense that all dark is banished forever, he would kiss her and accept any consequences that came from it. But there is another shout from nearby, and they turn to see Merry running towards them, whooping and throwing a cushion in the air. Everyone who was in the Houses and able to is coming outside, to see the sun and join in the singing.
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Shhhhhh it's a minor detail though lord knows how we fill the rest of this day.
Date: 2018-11-09 11:35 pm (UTC)But now he laughs, a loud, ringing sound of triumph, and he picks Éowyn up by the waist and lifts her, swinging her around in wild delight. "Frodo and Sam did it! All is won, all is blessed, all!"
He would kiss her then, in this feeling of raucous, overwhelming relief, this sense that all dark is banished forever, he would kiss her and accept any consequences that came from it. But there is another shout from nearby, and they turn to see Merry running towards them, whooping and throwing a cushion in the air. Everyone who was in the Houses and able to is coming outside, to see the sun and join in the singing.