Summary: They catch sight of each other in the midnight hour, when all is silent and calm.
Universe: Movies
Author's Note: Though the movies left much to be desired for the development of Faramir x Éowyn (due to time constraints, I'm sure), the scene where they first saw each other was so romantic that it's all I can do to keep from squealing each time I see it. Of course, not all of you may feel this way, but it is what it is. Finally, I know it's short. Don't complain. Also, it's a oneshot; don't review saying "update soon". That's rude.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.


The night is cool, and it is not a night for sleeping. The mist is full of tension. Something is about to happen, and all those in the city of Minas Tirith can feel it.

The House of Healing in which both reside is quiet in the midnight darkness. Faramir has tried, but he can not sleep, and he stands silent in the darkness as the healers make their rounds, carrying their torches, bathing the walls blue.

Any sound of breathing is like waves crashing against rock, and he listens to his own, soft and loud all at once.

He may as well be a shadow, for he is able to stand, and watch, and none notice him.

.x.X.x.

There is no more pain in either of her arms, but if Éowyn focuses her attention on them long enough she thinks can feel violent spasms of pain in the broken one and a shadow passing over the other.

She lies on her pallet in the House of Healing where she has been housed, as the healers make the midnight rounds. They shimmer in and out of her vision like cloudy wraiths, and the sound of linen rustling is just another thing that keeps her from sleep.

The shadow of death has come and gone, but it still passes over her, and it rings a knell in her mind.

It will not let her sleep.

So Éowyn will not sleep. Instead, she rises, and walks, fingering at the bindings at her arm.

.x.X.x.

They catch each other's eyes in an instant, as torchlight bathes the walls and the sound of breathing, the sleeping soldiers who lie hear, seems to melt away like the tide drawing out from the rocks.

One is sure that he has suddenly walked into a dream, after catching sight of a fair lady all in white, shining silver in the blue shadows. A smile spreads slowly over his face, something warm washing in his blood. She catches his eye, and, on her face, there is perhaps the suggestion that she is smiling too.

And the other sees someone standing below, looking at her, and she finds herself thinking only of the fact that no one has ever looked at her quite that way before.