Aragorn and Eowyn

He was a good man.

She knew that almost immediately: his goodness shone out from him,

A richness of compassion that she'd never known before.

It was, perhaps, his eyes

That caught her first, though.

For he smiled at her, with that gentleness and love

And just like that she was his.

How was she to know he was out of her reach?

As for him, it caused him pain

To see how her eyes followed him:

Good man that he was, he hated to cause her suffering.

And how excruciating that suffering was.

To know that such a man would never be hers

To watch his every move

To memorise his long fingers and earnest gaze

Ah, yes: the heartbreak lies

In that knowledge of what might have been

Far away in another dimension

Where he might have belonged to her, too.