Musings: A Drabble on the Life of Faramir and Eowyn
Warning: Anything you recognize is part of the genius that is JRR Tolkien.
A/N: I was reading some Eowyn-Faramir fan fiction, and this drabble sort of popped into my head. Not sure if I'll make a full-length fic out of this. I'm currently working on several different stories. Basically, I start out with a good idea, but quickly lose interest when writer's block sets in.
"Papa!!" cried the young boy as a tall, dark-haired man riding a black stallion came into the yard. A blond woman, the boy's mother, smiled as the baby on her hip cooed. Faramir, the man, smiled as he dismounted and took in the picture of his family: Eowyn, his beautiful wife with little Theodwyn on her hip, and his son, Elboron, running towards him and leaping into his father's outstretched arms. This was the picturesque family that the Steward of Gondor and Prince of Ithilien had always hoped for. It was the essence of utter happiness.