((Note from the Author: I wasn't going to continue this story until I
realized people liked it judging by the reviews, thank you. Sorry it took
me so long to write this chapter but I had promised myself to complete my
Homework before I did this.. as school is more important at the time and
this is just a pastime activity, for now.))
"Lady of Rohan, may I ask you a question." Faramir walked along side Eowyn, whom did not seem surprised about Faramir's request.
"Of course, Master Faramir." Was all she said in reply, yet a smile crossed her lips. She had been waiting for this moment, if the question Faramir was about to ask was indeed the question she desired to hear.
Faramir halted and turned toward Eowyn, reaching his hand up to brush a golden strand of hair off of her face affectionately. "The time we have spent together is precious to me." He began. "I wish for an eternity of these moments, when all dark is light once more. But I am not certain you feel the same way, Lady of Rohan. Every time I see you smile I cannot help but think you have another on your mind." At this he stopped, and turned his gaze deep within Eowyn's eyes. Eowyn faltered, this was not the question she had wished to hear.
"I have cherished our time, Faramir son of Denethor. Alas, 'tis true my thoughts drift to others. But I am only human, and I cannot care for one person, and only for that person. Our friends are in danger, a war of which there is little hope. I worry for them, Faramir. Do you not?" Her features drooped in sorrow, as Faramir broke his gaze and turned away.
"I am sorry, Lady Eowyn. I see I have brought sorrow to your heart in my childish question." As he said this, Eowyn embraced him and whispered in his ear, "Your words do not sadden me, Faramir. Let us forget, now. 'Tis getting late and I would like to rest my eyes, for I fear I will have very little sleep tonight."
Faramir smiled, unreassured. He knew he had said something wrong, and by the disappointment that clouded Eowyn's features he guessed there was something else she was expecting him to ask. "Eowyn, I have another question to ask you." He could not stand the burden of disappointing he had set upon the maiden.
Eowyn's eyes lay downcast, unsure of the result of this second question"Yes, Master Faramir?"
Faramir sighed, and took a step toward Eowyn. He was not certain what the question Eowyn was expecting him to ask was, and he feared the response for whichever question he chose to ask. His mind was spinning, before he thrust himself forward and embraced Eowyn fondly and kissed her.
"Lady of Rohan, may I ask you a question." Faramir walked along side Eowyn, whom did not seem surprised about Faramir's request.
"Of course, Master Faramir." Was all she said in reply, yet a smile crossed her lips. She had been waiting for this moment, if the question Faramir was about to ask was indeed the question she desired to hear.
Faramir halted and turned toward Eowyn, reaching his hand up to brush a golden strand of hair off of her face affectionately. "The time we have spent together is precious to me." He began. "I wish for an eternity of these moments, when all dark is light once more. But I am not certain you feel the same way, Lady of Rohan. Every time I see you smile I cannot help but think you have another on your mind." At this he stopped, and turned his gaze deep within Eowyn's eyes. Eowyn faltered, this was not the question she had wished to hear.
"I have cherished our time, Faramir son of Denethor. Alas, 'tis true my thoughts drift to others. But I am only human, and I cannot care for one person, and only for that person. Our friends are in danger, a war of which there is little hope. I worry for them, Faramir. Do you not?" Her features drooped in sorrow, as Faramir broke his gaze and turned away.
"I am sorry, Lady Eowyn. I see I have brought sorrow to your heart in my childish question." As he said this, Eowyn embraced him and whispered in his ear, "Your words do not sadden me, Faramir. Let us forget, now. 'Tis getting late and I would like to rest my eyes, for I fear I will have very little sleep tonight."
Faramir smiled, unreassured. He knew he had said something wrong, and by the disappointment that clouded Eowyn's features he guessed there was something else she was expecting him to ask. "Eowyn, I have another question to ask you." He could not stand the burden of disappointing he had set upon the maiden.
Eowyn's eyes lay downcast, unsure of the result of this second question"Yes, Master Faramir?"
Faramir sighed, and took a step toward Eowyn. He was not certain what the question Eowyn was expecting him to ask was, and he feared the response for whichever question he chose to ask. His mind was spinning, before he thrust himself forward and embraced Eowyn fondly and kissed her.