Author notes: Hello, everyone. I published six stories until now. Two here in English and four in a Italian website of FF. This is one of my Italian stories translated in English (Not all literal: English and Italian are quite different, but I tried to make my best). This is a simple one-shot of the LOTR. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of J. R. R. Tolkien.
The letter
Dear Brother,
It seems that it was only yesterday when we last saw each other. Instead, two months have already passed since you walked me down the aisle at my wedding with, Faramir, Prince of Ithilien. I'd have liked to have written before, but the days here in Ithilien pass very quickly. A lot has been done to bring these lands back to their former glory, but there's a lot still to do. The dark lord's marks haven't completely left this place, but thanks to Faramir, people have found new hope and trust. No more shadows are growing in people's hearts, so in mine. He is a great administrator, a good man, as well as a fantastic lover, and I'm happy, something that I wasn't for a long time. He makes me happy, and I'll never stop thanking you for allowing me to marry him. I know what it meant to you. I know much you suffered at the idea of leaving me because I suffered too. However, I know that when you'll read this letter you'll smile, happy to hear that your sister is no longer in pain. I still have some trouble with language, and even the weather is different, but as you know, I love challenges. I hope that things are going well in Rohan. The news reaching us from Edoras is scarce but very interesting. Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your interest in LothĂriel, daughter of Dol Amroth and cousin of Faramir? I hope you want to get serious with her. You've survived to two battles; I would be sorry if you died at the hands of one of her three big brothers. You know, now that I made the big step, I can guarantee you that married life isn't that bad. I hope to hear from you soon.
With love, Eowyn.
Eowyn was checking the letter sitting at the desk when Faramir came into the study room. It was late at night, and because of a sudden reconnaissance mission, they hadn't seen each other all day. Eowyn stood and went towards him.
"How was your trip?"
"It was fine. What were you writing?" He asked curiously.
"A letter to my brother." she answered. "Would you read it, please?" Eowyn gave him the letter. Faramir took it and started to read. The man's expression while he read it passed from amazement to joy, to amusement.
"Oh Eowyn, you make me happy too," he said embracing her. She was his hope for the formation of a new family; the hope of finding again all he had lost.
"Even if I don't know how to cook?" He laughed.
"Yes, even if you don't know how to cook, but there's something…"
"What?"
"Do you think it's wise write the word lover in a letter addressed to your brother?" She took the letter, and she read it again.
"You right. How about the word husband?"
"It would be decidedly better." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Faramir put one strong arm around her waist and the other in her hair. In a moment, they were together in the bed with uncombed hair and their clothes spread all over the room.
"So married life isn't that bad, eh?" He said with lips now swollen with all the kisses.
"No, not at all," she answered in a feeble voice. The turgid nipples and the moans of pleasure, more and more accelerated... In a short time, they became two lovers burning with passion.