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"I like them."
"They are gladiolas."
Flowers had been brought to her by the people. They were all curious of her. The woman who had stolen onto the field of battle dressed as a man. The flowers had been left for her at the entrance to the Houses of Healing.
Faramir watched her finger the delicate petals, mouth softly open and blue eyes lipid. "They are named for a sword used by fighters in ancient Numenor. Apparently the people think they embody you. They are giving you their praises."
Now Eowyn's eyes shut tightly against the sight of the reds, yellows, and whites of the flowers. Her recently unwrapped hand withdrew quickly with a pained grimace that made her clutch it to her breast, and she turned away with a gasp.
"Take them away. Please. I do not want them."
Gladius is a Latin word for sword.