He comes to visit me everyday now, and we sit in the garden and talk. I am in awe of him, he knows so much and possess such noble ideals, that my heart swells at his visionary plans.
He reminds me greatly of the Mithrandir, and sometimes there is a certain spark in his eyes that I am almost afraid of. However his eyes are always gentle when turned to me and I never feel afraid long.
Today I am being led blindfolded by Faramir ( he would have me call him so) to a special place. My steps are slow and hesitant, my hands in his.
" Come we are almost there, you' re not peeking are you?" he asks. " No,no I am not." I laugh catching my toes on a stone and tripping forward. He catches me to him and swings me up. I feel a set of steps under my feet.
" Go slowly Eowyn, I am right behind you so don' t be afraid of falling." he says.
I run my hand along the wall and notice the air and stone growing colder. I can feel the warmth of his body walking behind me and feel rather than see his hand out ready to catch me if I stumble.
Suddenly I feel the sun on my head, and a cold strong wind whipping against me. Taking my hand in his own and putting his other arm around my shoulders he leads me away from the doorway.
" Put your hands out and place here. And keep you eyes shut! He admonishes.
I feel the cool silk blindfold fall away and a blast of cold wind hits my face. " Now open them!" he says.
I open my eyes and my breath is stolen by the sight before me! We stood at the top of the white tower, high above the city and it seemed far above the mountains. The clouds are within touching distance and fly by at an amazing rate. The rings of the city are indeed far below us and I can barely make out little dark spots moving to and fro.
" Oh, Faramir! How beautiful! I hardly know how to describe it! Thank you for bringing me here."
" I am glad you like it Eowyn." he says smiling . " If you look over to the right you can almost see the beacon of Amon Den. It was not long ago that they were lit to bring you and your people to fight with us. I am glad you came my Lady." he whispers.
His tone is warm and he strokes my hand a little, smiling in a way that warms me all the way to my toes." So am I." return, and lay my head against his shoulder.