Thanks for the reviews, I live upon them! I really tried to see though Eowyn's eyes when I wrote this. I glad so glad you all like it so well.
Jaffee
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The next day my maid informs me that the Lord Faramir was asking about me. Who I was and where did I hail from. She tells me that is would be a lucky thing if I was to make such a match.
I am embarrassed by her chatter but I am too excited and surprised to stop her. What would he think of me? I found myself taking extra care with my dress and brush my hair until it gleams. It has been months since I felt like doing any such thing. My grief had been to heavy to think about how I look.
Now I feel shy to go into the garden, I would not want to seem as if I was trying to attract attention. But I was alone there today save for the old grey haired gardener who tends the flowers. I walk to the battlements and look far off into the now clear blue skies over Mordor. It is free of evil now and I am proud that I was able to help rid the world of it.
Unconsciously I flex my hand and wrist slowly remembering the pain. It was not fully healed and at times I would wake in a cold sweat as if I had once again the duty to face the witch king of Angmar.
I shake the feelings away as it does me no good to dwell upon such maters. I am not the only one who witnessed horrors and loss. I have learned from Mithrandir what happened to Lord Faramir and his mad father. At least I had brother to come and comfort me in my grief, Faramir was alone in the thought that his father tried to kill him.
Poor man, poor brave man to face it alone. If only…..
But I shook my head again and walk back to the House.