AN: I have always pictured Faramir as one who love selflessly even when it is not returned. I have always wanted to write about him and Eowyn but am horrendous at writing my ideas down. So here goes my first attempt. This is my first ever story, so please excuse the poor writing. Reviews would be greatly appreciated :D
"I suppose I have to thank you for restoring my sister's spirit, my Lord Steward," a voice snapped him out of his reverie as he stood on the balcony outside the Great Hall where the festivities were held.
"Eomer King," he nodded in acknowledgement to the new King of Rohan.
"Not one for festivities are you?"
"I prefer the view from here, my Lord," he answered with a smile as they both looked towards the White Lady, who was laughing merrily as she danced with Merry. As the music changed, she started another dance, this time with the King of Gondor.
Watching them dance Eomer remarked "You do realize that you may never be first in her heart?"
"I dare not dream of such luxury," he smiled "to have a place in her heart at all, no matter how small, is more than enough for me."