Beginnings
It was cold, there atop the pale walls of fair Gondor and Eowyn was glad of the warmth of the star-strewn cloak that had been lent to her. It had been His mother's. She stole a quick glance at the grave face of the lord beside her, but it was a mistake. Amber eyes caught and held her stormy orbs in a gaze so full of love and hope that she found she could hardly tear herself away. When she finally managed to free her vision she turned towards The Black Land and stared fixedly in the direction of that foul place. A slight smile flitted across Faramir's face, he was sure that her eyes had not held total rejection and so his hope grew. And he loved her. Every second that he looked upon her fair, sorrowful face his love mounted until it threatened to engulf him.
But now doubt entered him, what if this beautiful yet terrible feeling he had found was what she felt for another-for Him. Faramir forced himself to ask her the question,-but Oh! How he dreaded her answer! "What do you look for Eowyn?" Her reply was just as he had feared "Does not the Black Gate lie yonder? And must He not now be come thither? It is seven days since He rode away."
'Elessar' Faramir rumbled to himself angrily. 'Do you not note the pain you cause-to both of us!' But in his heart of hearts he knew that Aragorn was aware of the tangle and was saddened by it.
But suddenly the late Steward's son was unable to control the overwhelming wave of emotion and his answer was a great deal longer than he had planned and it led into a beautiful and revealing conversation at the end of which they found themselves with clasped hands.
And as one they turned towards Mordor, joined in heart and mind to face the wave of darkness that of a sudden rose from beyond the distant mountain peaks.
It was cold, there atop the pale walls of fair Gondor and Eowyn was glad of the warmth of the star-strewn cloak that had been lent to her. It had been His mother's. She stole a quick glance at the grave face of the lord beside her, but it was a mistake. Amber eyes caught and held her stormy orbs in a gaze so full of love and hope that she found she could hardly tear herself away. When she finally managed to free her vision she turned towards The Black Land and stared fixedly in the direction of that foul place. A slight smile flitted across Faramir's face, he was sure that her eyes had not held total rejection and so his hope grew. And he loved her. Every second that he looked upon her fair, sorrowful face his love mounted until it threatened to engulf him.
But now doubt entered him, what if this beautiful yet terrible feeling he had found was what she felt for another-for Him. Faramir forced himself to ask her the question,-but Oh! How he dreaded her answer! "What do you look for Eowyn?" Her reply was just as he had feared "Does not the Black Gate lie yonder? And must He not now be come thither? It is seven days since He rode away."
'Elessar' Faramir rumbled to himself angrily. 'Do you not note the pain you cause-to both of us!' But in his heart of hearts he knew that Aragorn was aware of the tangle and was saddened by it.
But suddenly the late Steward's son was unable to control the overwhelming wave of emotion and his answer was a great deal longer than he had planned and it led into a beautiful and revealing conversation at the end of which they found themselves with clasped hands.
And as one they turned towards Mordor, joined in heart and mind to face the wave of darkness that of a sudden rose from beyond the distant mountain peaks.