Summary: Another Faramir/Éowyn drabble brought to you by yours truly.

A/N: This is set in the Houses of Healing, post-kiss. Éomer still does not know about their romance yet. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am merely borrowing the characters.


Éowyn's hand moved over Faramir's skin, over the ridge of hardened skin that was an arrow-wound, the only physical reminder of the war to Faramir. She felt contended lying against him, hearing his heart beat. Her arm was aching, but she was not complaining.

"Can you imagine what Éomer would do if he found out?" she whispered. "Can you even perceive what will happen if your people found out?" Éowyn looked at Faramir, smiling.

"Well," said Faramir, kissing her temple, "I daresay we shall both be ruined."


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