Faramir stared through the night, seeing only the blinking of the stars. He refused to see the darkness below, he refused to see the darkness between their brilliant light, nor the darkness within himself. He saw only the stars. He wondered idly whether the stars were staring back at him, whether they were the twinkling eyes of lost heroes and legends, judging them from afar. Perhaps they were others just like Faramir himself, staring, lost into a sky seeking hope.
Long had it been since Faramir had last felt hope. Long would it be until he could bear to allow such treachery into his heart once more. Hope was not becoming of him, it had never done well by him. Nothing hope had ever heralded for other men, greater men, seemed to be wasted on his pitiable life. Indeed, he seemed to be the refuge only for betrayal, mistrust and loneliness. Never had he expected anything more from his existence. From a young age it had been proven to him again and again, spoke to him again and again, he was nothing, a mere hint of a shadow that was dwarfed by the great footsteps of his brother, a painful reminder of the hole in his father's life that had once been Boromir. Nothing he would ever accomplish would be enough to fill that hole, no great deeds or victories or losses enough to prove his quality. And never should he have expected anything less.
His life was deemed to be a ruin, and it did not fall short of the task, ridding him of a hateful father, a loving brother, and all semblance of hope from Faramir, leaving him a dark shell of nothingness.
Perhaps it was greed why he pursued her, perhaps it was desire; Faramir himself liked to pretend that she was a light he had been given in payment for the darkness that had taken his life, but he knew in his heart that he was reaching out, stretching and pleading for anything that could banish the shadows from his soul. She was there, shining in the night as brightly as the stars, a smile so radiant that the horrors of Faramir's past dared not look upon it. He knew not how such a light existed in this world, nor how it had come to him, but he could not leave it be to shine by itself. His selfish greed forced him to covet her radiance, to pull it closer to him, feel it drain away his sorrows and smother her light with his dark.
After a great battle, a great many things occurred, but nothing decided in a moment of passion lasted after the passion passed. So Faramir knew, that soon, for her, the moment would pass. Indeed her eyes would turn once more to he she had been denied, he who had pushed her away, he who she could never have turned from with such grace and speed. Never would he turn from her, nay, he needed her light so deeply in his soul, he could never do anything but worship her.
So for the moment, they were happy. For one moment, one shining moment, they were peaceful, they were happy. Perhaps they could stretch that moment out for a year. Two, three, four.
But eventually, as all moments do, it would pass, and Faramir would be left alone once more, naked in the dark with only the memory of a light that he had once held slipping through his fingers.
Faramir reached out and desperately locked his fingers with Eowyn's. One, shining moment.
Just a little oneshot that came upon me after a full day of watching Lord of the Rings (all three extended editions, back to back).
I am taking prompts! If you want anything, just ask, I'm really not picky about what I write.
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