"When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?" (JRR Tolkien)
Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 29 - Words: 153,924 - Reviews: 279 - Favs: 165 - Follows: 112 - Updated: 3/11/2015 - Published: 9/9/2013 - Eowyn, Faramir - Complete