Title: Streak of Hope
Summary: I can never come up with good titles, can I? Eowyn/Faramir in Houses of Healing. Rated PG just cause. Short and sweet.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or any of the characters in the following story (unfortunately). In otherwords, anything you recognize in the story isn't mine.
A/N: I wrote this whole thing in one sitting, so I can understand if you don't like it that much. And it's kinda short, considering some of my other stories…like 'What Happened in Rivendell'…seriously, that bloody thing is over fifty pages in size twelve font on MS Word! But I'm getting off subject. Enjoy the story!
Eowyn stood on the terrace outside her room. A cool wind blew, making her golden hair, colored silver in the moonlight, flutter about her shoulders. She shivered, but she didn't want to go inside just yet.
She looked up at the stars. It seemed as though there was a veil over them, as if someone had put a thin black cloth between her and the sky. But the moon shone brightly, a circular light in the darkness of nighttime. The wind quickened, and she shivered again.
Suddenly she felt a blanket laid about her shoulders. She accepted it without thinking, then seemed to come to her senses and whirled around to face the blanket-giver. It was Faramir. "My Lord Faramir," she said, inclining her head slightly.
Faramir smiled and raised his hand so that it lifted her chin up. "You needn't bow before me, dear lady," he said. The corners of her mouth twitched upward into an almost smile, and then she turned outward toward the Pelennor Fields once more. "So many lives have been lost of late," she said sorrowfully.
"Still more may be lost," Faramir said, his voice full of remorse. Tears gathered in Eowyn's eyes and threatened to break loose.
There was a long silence, in which Faramir reached up and wrapped the blanket more tightly around Eowyn's shoulders. "Do you know what young Peregrin Took said to me today?"
Not trusting herself to speak, Eowyn shook her head.
"He said that when he was on the battlefield, there was a fleeting pause in the struggle while the Orcs were striving to collapse the door. He said that Mithrandir came to talk to him, and he told him that death was just another path, one that we all must take. And that it really wasn't so bad in the end."
Eowyn suddenly found herself overcome with emotion and she took a corner of the blanket to wipe at her eyes. Faramir put an arm around her shoulders and continued. "I believe him, I think," he said. "Before I woke here in the Houses of Healing, I thought I caught a glimpse of white shores, and a far green country. But I cannot be sure, for my mind was in oblivion before the healers restored me to health."
Eowyn thought that somehow, if Faramir believed Mithrandir, then it must be true. And as the sun began to rise for the new day, Eowyn felt a streak of hope, like a streak of light in the golden dawn before her
End
A/N: So, how'd you like it? That's the end, so there won't be any more of this particular fic, but leave a review and tell me how you like it! I'll understand if you didn't like it that much, 'cause this is my first ever attempt at an Eowyn/Faramir fic. And like I said before, I wrote this all in one sitting.