Yay!I think I may have overcome my writer's block! It's another Èowyn/Faramir fic, 'cause I love 'em so much.
One Day
Èowyn woke with a start. Her dreams plagued her mind.
Deciding to clear her mind, Èowyn pulled on her robe, and quietly made her way outside. The night air was crisp, but chill. Èowyn puller robe more tightly around her. Sitting down on a nearby bench, she gazed around at Minas Tirith. The city was still and silent, seeing as it was near midnight. Èowyn had always marvelled at the White City. It was beautiful. Although she envied its occupants, Èowyn did not wish to live here. The wide, open plains of Rohan were her home. They always had been.
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She didn't know it, but Faramir of Gondor was watching Èowyn. He had watched her ever since she had come to the Houses of Healing. Faramir was thought she was beautiful. She took his breath away. He actually thought he loved her. But he could never tell her. Faramir was too shy. But one day, I will, thought Faramir. One day.
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