On with the final chapter of A Change in Season which is mainly stream of consciousness with Eowyn and Faramir
Narrator view-setting the stage
Character Speech
The next morning.
Dawn. The Bright Gondorian sunshine reflects off the walls of Minas Tirith like so much moon light on water and gently filters into the chambers in use by Eowyn, Theoden sister-daughter, sheildmaiden of Rohan slayer of the witch king of Angmar, and hero of the Ring war, but today she will be simply Eowyn, beloved friend and companion to Faramir, the Steward of Gondor. The Steward is just waking, and as the sun rises from the east to dance through windows mind wanders to Eowyn fair, and he wonders if she thinks of him as he thinks of her...
Eowyn, oh My noble and proud Eowyn! Beautiful like snow in mountains and early spring heralding the birth of life as you heralded the rebirth of mine!
Do you recall our early meetings? When we were not sure the sun would rise? I remember how angry you were when I asked you why you stared to the east. You told me you had given your heart to some man who did not grant his in return How I wished at that moment to have your heart instead! It is funny now to think that the nameless soldier for whom I carried an unjustified jealous hatred was in reality Aragorn, now crowned.
Oh Eowyn fair, I rejoice in being yours, not your steward or your lord, but simply your Faramir
I pray you guard my heart well for I have given it freely
The morning sunlight did not find a golden haired maiden asleep or awake, for the chambers were unoccupied. The lady in question can be seen below, on a patch of green that is technically considered a garden, wrapped in blue cloak embroidered with stars...
Faramir, jewel mine, every time I see the sun rise hazy from the east I think on the place from whence darkness spawned and grew to invade my waking and sleeping hours but also to the day I met you and began a wondrous new adventure.
More glorious that death in battle could ever hope to be. You taught me that my steward, my friend, my Faramir, that a life lived well and full is worth more than a hero's death.
I wonder if you've woken, and long to have your arms, instead of your cloak, round me to drive out the morning chill
Faramir, having dressed in plain clothing, more suitable to Ithilien Ranger than Gondorian Steward, makes his way down hallways filled with the smells and sounds of day's beginning to the patch of green in this city of proud stone. Taking a long breath of the chill morning air, he spies his lady lost in thought and staring east as she was when he first beheld her, and is overcome...
"Good Morrow Lady" he calls. She turns fixing him with her blue gray winter morning colored eyes and responds with "Eowyn, my lord, simply Eowyn"
Their dialogue, coy and sweet as the speech of those newly loved and in love often is continued thusly:
"As I shall be simply Faramir"
"Come stand with me to watch the morning?"
"It would gladden my day"
And so Faramir, replaced a starry blue cloak with strong arms around slender shoulders and greeted the morning with Eowyn, warming heart and body as surely as the rising sun