Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, events described below.
A/N: This was a little diddy I came up with quite awhile ago and am finally posting it in hopes that it'll break my writer's block. Not at all connected to the 'A Tale' series.
There is a silence between them that grows with the years.
War hath forged them and peace overwhelms and they do not know how to fill the expanding quiet.
They sit together in the dark of their chamber, the shadows swallowing them without easing their discomfort.
He reads tales of the past, fallen kings and lost lands, brave maidens and Dark Lords more grave than He whom they fought.
She busies her fingers with a needle and thread, the horse on green, the tree on black too painful for her dimming eyes.
"Eowyn?" Her name is a whisper and she thinks for a moment it was but a glimmer in her mind. But his voice has ever been too real for her and she responds.
"M'lord."
"Do you remember the gardens?"
She sees dark waves and sunlit towers, bright gardens and the war roughened features of her lord, his eyes sad and hopeful.
Her heart finds comfort and the pounding of her heart beats out the silence.
"Yes, Faramir, I remember."