Okay guess due to ever great (and understandable) demanded this part has
been beta read. If you find ant fault they fall on me and not my beta
reader.
Thanx Marta
Faramir departed from Edoras that following mourning but not before he obtained permission from Theoden King and the Lady Eowyn to write to her. Not fifteen days after the lords of Gondor had left the city of Edoras' a messenger from Minas Tirith was given admittance
The messenger carried two things; one of them he did so with very little ease. The messenger passed both things on to the young Lady Eowyn. The letter she understood and expected, not so soon of course, but the pup he had sent along with it.
"Sister-daughter, why on earth has boy sent you a dog?" Theoden asked laughter bubbling forth.
"Loyal, loving and obedient," she replied to her uncle, looking up from the letter in her hands. "Will you excuse me so that I might write him a reply?"
"Go, girl, do what you will," Theoden said with a large smile as Eowyn scooped the young dog in to her arm and made for her rooms. Eomer caught her arm as she past him
"He heard us?" he asked of his sister.
"He did" she replied and continued on out of the room, giving her brother no more of the details.
Once in her room and her doors closed, she put the pup down on her bed and sat down beside it to read her letter. The pup curled up and fell asleep beside her.
Insert comma after "closed". The pup curling up at her feet is a good
image.
My Lady Eowyn
I must admit a shameful truth; I, on the day of our meeting, over heard your brother and yourself speaking, through it was below me in every respect I stopped to listen to the two of you converse. Your joking manner with your brother reminded me so much of that which I have with my own elder brother Boromir.
I could not help but think that you would like this chance to tease your brother, as I would in your place.
May this animal be as loyal, loving, and obedient as any of your brother's scent hounds, and may it save you from her to scent pray for your cousin.
By the time this letter finds you I shall be wonderfully immersed in the woodlands of Ithilien, a place I love more then any other. The leaves will be falling there soon, and I am glad I shall be there to see the turn. Even with the growing darkness to the east, of which I will not speak, that land is beautiful. I would that you could see it, my lady.
Perhaps one day you shall.
I think perhaps, my lady, I should not speak of any life we would have together. I have long know that I would marry for my father's convenience; that this lot should fall on you as well saddens me. I would that I could release you from this engagement, but I can not.
Though we know little of each other, my lady, I cannot help but believe that we are compatible. The rider I sent with this letter is one of my own company and shall return to me in Ithilien. Should you wish to send a reply; I would gladden by your reply, should send one. But I will not hope for it.
Yours faithfully.
Faramir son of Denethor
Eowyn moved to her writing desk and took up her pen; in her letter she recounted to Faramir her uncle's and brother's reaction to his gift and conveyed her thanks to him for so fine an animal. She told him that she, as a daughter of royal blood had never had a high chance of marrying where she chose. Perhaps were her father still alive she would have a higher chance but he was dead now and no amount of wishing could call him back to her. She asked him of his duties in Ithilien and why it held his heart, as it seemed to do. Coming near the end of her letter she, wishing to know more of what shaped him asked him if he would in his next letter include a telling of his childhood. She signed off the letter with Your Lady, Eowyn of Rohan.
Years past, as did the letters and gifts between them. As time grew
on Faramir shared much of his anguish at his inability to gain his father
affection, and Eowyn shared her fears for her ever-weakening king and the dark
influence of Grima Wormtongue. He made her sware that if Wormtongue
ever placed hand on her that she would ride for Minas Tirith, and many a
time
after reading what she wrote of him he swore that he would have the
vermin's blood. He told her how his men joked with him that, should one of her
letters come amidst a heavy and bloody battle he would call stop to it so
that he could read it immediately; he even admitted that they were little
wrong on that score, that her letters were often the brightest moment of his
week..
For each of them the messenger was watched for as though he were
the oldest
of friends.
He told her of the dream he and his brother shared of how he
feared that this task would be the end of his brother, how after much
conversation it was decided that he would ride with his Brother to Imladris, and
how he would be not long behind his letter to see her for the first time in
near on eight years.
Thanx Marta
Faramir departed from Edoras that following mourning but not before he obtained permission from Theoden King and the Lady Eowyn to write to her. Not fifteen days after the lords of Gondor had left the city of Edoras' a messenger from Minas Tirith was given admittance
The messenger carried two things; one of them he did so with very little ease. The messenger passed both things on to the young Lady Eowyn. The letter she understood and expected, not so soon of course, but the pup he had sent along with it.
"Sister-daughter, why on earth has boy sent you a dog?" Theoden asked laughter bubbling forth.
"Loyal, loving and obedient," she replied to her uncle, looking up from the letter in her hands. "Will you excuse me so that I might write him a reply?"
"Go, girl, do what you will," Theoden said with a large smile as Eowyn scooped the young dog in to her arm and made for her rooms. Eomer caught her arm as she past him
"He heard us?" he asked of his sister.
"He did" she replied and continued on out of the room, giving her brother no more of the details.
Once in her room and her doors closed, she put the pup down on her bed and sat down beside it to read her letter. The pup curled up and fell asleep beside her.
Insert comma after "closed". The pup curling up at her feet is a good
image.
My Lady Eowyn
I must admit a shameful truth; I, on the day of our meeting, over heard your brother and yourself speaking, through it was below me in every respect I stopped to listen to the two of you converse. Your joking manner with your brother reminded me so much of that which I have with my own elder brother Boromir.
I could not help but think that you would like this chance to tease your brother, as I would in your place.
May this animal be as loyal, loving, and obedient as any of your brother's scent hounds, and may it save you from her to scent pray for your cousin.
By the time this letter finds you I shall be wonderfully immersed in the woodlands of Ithilien, a place I love more then any other. The leaves will be falling there soon, and I am glad I shall be there to see the turn. Even with the growing darkness to the east, of which I will not speak, that land is beautiful. I would that you could see it, my lady.
Perhaps one day you shall.
I think perhaps, my lady, I should not speak of any life we would have together. I have long know that I would marry for my father's convenience; that this lot should fall on you as well saddens me. I would that I could release you from this engagement, but I can not.
Though we know little of each other, my lady, I cannot help but believe that we are compatible. The rider I sent with this letter is one of my own company and shall return to me in Ithilien. Should you wish to send a reply; I would gladden by your reply, should send one. But I will not hope for it.
Yours faithfully.
Faramir son of Denethor
Eowyn moved to her writing desk and took up her pen; in her letter she recounted to Faramir her uncle's and brother's reaction to his gift and conveyed her thanks to him for so fine an animal. She told him that she, as a daughter of royal blood had never had a high chance of marrying where she chose. Perhaps were her father still alive she would have a higher chance but he was dead now and no amount of wishing could call him back to her. She asked him of his duties in Ithilien and why it held his heart, as it seemed to do. Coming near the end of her letter she, wishing to know more of what shaped him asked him if he would in his next letter include a telling of his childhood. She signed off the letter with Your Lady, Eowyn of Rohan.
Years past, as did the letters and gifts between them. As time grew
on Faramir shared much of his anguish at his inability to gain his father
affection, and Eowyn shared her fears for her ever-weakening king and the dark
influence of Grima Wormtongue. He made her sware that if Wormtongue
ever placed hand on her that she would ride for Minas Tirith, and many a
time
after reading what she wrote of him he swore that he would have the
vermin's blood. He told her how his men joked with him that, should one of her
letters come amidst a heavy and bloody battle he would call stop to it so
that he could read it immediately; he even admitted that they were little
wrong on that score, that her letters were often the brightest moment of his
week..
For each of them the messenger was watched for as though he were
the oldest
of friends.
He told her of the dream he and his brother shared of how he
feared that this task would be the end of his brother, how after much
conversation it was decided that he would ride with his Brother to Imladris, and
how he would be not long behind his letter to see her for the first time in
near on eight years.