This is my first fic I have written, I hope you all like it. I don't own anything (unfortunately) as of yet, but some of the characters in later chapters will be my own. Please read and review, reviews are like coffee. We all need coffee. It is set a few months after the war of the ring and concentrates mainly on the romance between Eowyn and Faramir.
Dearest Faramir,
It was strange to return to Edoras. After all, when we left, we were riding to war, and to return was quite another experience. Though we were missing many warriors, seeing the faces of their wives as they searched for their husbands in the small crowd of us that returned was indeed the hardest of all challenges I would face over the days to come. As our uncle was laid in the company of his forefathers, it felt strange that I was selfish enough to be happy. After all, he was reunited with his sister, his parents, his wife, and his son. However, once the doors of my chambers were closed and I no longer needed to mask my grief from my people, I had no choice but to let my tears flow. Last time I cried, I had been in your arms, and this time my tears felt empty, and the sadness is still within me. Why can I not release the pain? Why can I not cry for those who are no longer here? Is it not cruel and heartless of me to not show how much their departure has affected me? Eomer is helpful, and when I am seemingly at my last efforts to remain sane, he reminds me that there are still those who love me. He cannot help my dreams though. Dreams of fire, and of lightening. Lightening. When I first had the nightmare, I awoke to the worst storm I had ever seen with waking eyes. It is the one thing I had ever been truly afraid of, though Eomer, and now you, are the only people to have known this. Eomer was not there during the storm, he was still in his study, working hard, and I knew I could not disturb him, being King is a great struggle to him sometimes. How I had wished you were there then. All I had wanted was to be in your arms, and let your embrace chase away my fears. I miss you, I cannot wait until we are wed. Three months seems and eternity to wait, yet I shall wait forever if i must. I am sorry it has taken me so long to write to you, I have rarely had a chance were I can have time to write, yet please know you are in my heart and there I shall keep you until we see one another again.
All my love,
Eowyn.
Eowyn, My Love,
I am glad you have found time to write, I must apologize myself, for I have also had little time for myself. King Aragorn, with no suprise, has little idea of the work required to run Gondor, and being the Steward, I have to aid him in the politics until he has found his footing. Whenever I am alone, though, my heart sends the warmth of Gondor's spring to your heart, hoping you can feel it. I would not be able to get through the day if it were not for the happiness I feel when I know we are to be married. I too, cannot wait, but we must, if we are to hold honour, even though I wish that honour was not something that was keeping us apart. Eowyn, do not feel like you cannot go to your brother, even when he is working. I know that Eomer is busy, we all are with repairs and preparations, but he is still your brother, and it would pain him to know that you are holding your grief within you. I understand how you feel over the loss of your uncle. Even today, months after the death of my father, I find it impossible to being mourning. Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. Your family know you miss them. Death does not keep them from watching over the ones they love. There are days when I walk into a room and can feel a presence, a soothing one. They are at peace now, away from war and suffering, and they come back every once in a while, to glance upon their loved ones and to give their lives a chance of happiness. Theoden was a wonderful King, and a wonderful father to you and Eomer after your father was taken, your heart should be eased a little, for death is not the end. Mithrandir often spoke to me of white shores, where the departed rest in eternal happiness. I will not tell you not to mourn, yet do not believe that they are unbeknownst to your sorrow. They see your tears, and they know you are hurting. All I wish to do is to take away your pain, Eowyn, even if it just for a few hours while I can hold you. Let this letter not speak of entirely dark times though, for I also write of good tidings. I am sure you have heard from your brother of King Aragorn's impending visit in a few weeks, and I have worked into the plan so I can accompany Aragorn to Rohan, to see my beautiful Eowyn once again. I should not be longer than a few days after you recieve this message.
Forever yours,
Faramir.