Sleeping Beauty
Eowyn slowly crept from the chamber where she had been sleeping. It was early morning, but still dark enough for her to slip through the rooms of Meduseld unnoticed. She stepped over many men sleeping on the floors of the Golden Hall. That night's feasting had been one enjoyed by many, and left many in deep sleeps. She crept to one door, where some of the most important men slept.
Silently she opened the door and crept through. She had always been too bold. All inside were asleep, some snoring gently, contently. She saw the bed she had searched for. She watched as the covers made tiny movements as Faramir, Steward of Gondor breathed quietly. She knelt beside his bed. He was turned on his side, and a part of Eowyn wish he was awake so that she could see his grey eyes, eyes that had been so kind to her, even when she had been at her coldest. He moved slightly and Eowyn tensed, afraid that he would wake up. But he did not.
Moonlight shone through the roof of the room, a pale light falling upon the sleeping men. Eowyn moved closer towards the bed, carefully, and she pushed a strand of Faramir's raven hair back behind his ear. She sat there content to just watch him sleeping. She could see his eyes moving quickly beneath his lids and she wondered what he was dreaming. And as if he read her mind, 'Eowyn…'came the whisper, from the sleeping man's mouth. The White Lady of Rohan put her hand to her mouth, to stop herself from gasping aloud.
She sat there watching him well through the night, until she could see some of the men beginning to stir. She slowly leaned to Faramir, and kissed him gently on his brow. He too stirred, but only slightly, a whispered smile passing across his lips. She slowly stood and walked out of the chamber.
The End