Summary: Éowyn and Faramir talk about their meeting in the House of Healing. Drabble.
A/N: Well, the muse descended, as that guy in A Knight's Tale so nicely put it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I am merely borrowing them. As always. Though the song and this fic own the same name, the latter is no way affiliated to the former.
"Do you remember," asked Faramir, "the time you met me?"
"Yes," replied Éowyn, kissing Faramir's cheek. "The world was so black then, I thought I would never love again. But you prove me wrong. It is a miracle that I met you. I wish that we had shared better times underneath the sun, not the dark shadow of the Enemy."
"Perhaps if it weren't for the shadow," replied Faramir, "thesun would not have come through."
A/N: Ah, my first piece of drabble. REVIEW!