A Shadow and a Thought
Because I can't handle romantic bliss. Eowyn and Faramir, 100 words, PG for angst and confirmed suspicions.
Alone on the parapet we stand once more. She is so lovely, my three-hours' wife, and she stands small and warm in my embrace as though she has never longed for another. The ceremony today should have allayed that fear, but my traitorous heart will not quiet until I am assured of it from her own lips.
"Is it truly I whom you love, my Eowyn? Are you certain you love Elessar no longer?"
She smiles up at me. "Of course it is you, Faramir. Always."
But I feel it. The faltering smile, the catch of her breath.
The hesitation.