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A/N: Finally Faramir makes an appearance! Next chapter the two will finally meet! I also wanted to thank those who reviewed! They are much appreciated. Again thank you.

Day 2

Éowyn awoke to sunlight streaming in through the window. A new day had begun, and she was still very weak from her injuries. Her body still felt cold even though she was in a warm bed with a thick coverlet covering her.

Not wanting to rest anymore, she slowly sat up in the bed, and felt a slight dizziness come over her. With her uninjured hand, she pushed the coverlet off her body, and slowly climbed out of bed. Her bare feet touched the cold stone floors. The cold sensation of the floor under her feet comforted her; they reminded her that she was still alive. She stood in the room and observed her surroundings. She saw the room was sparse. There was a table next to the bed with a basin for her to cleanse her face. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite from the bed to keep the room warm from the cold nights, and next to the window was a small table and chair.

Éowyn decided to walk towards the basin to cleanse the sleep from her eyes. She used her good hand to splash cool water onto her tired face, and she used a towel provided for her to dry her face. She felt more refreshed than when she awoke, but she was still weary and cold. She went towards the fireplace to gather its warmth. Within a few minutes, the soft amber fire had warmed her skin, giving her skin a soft rosy glow.

Éowyn was now awake and was becoming restless. She saw something on the small wooden table by the window and went to observe the object that drew her attention. She saw that it was a simple hand mirror with a silver relief of the White Tree of Gondor on the back. She lifted the mirror with her one hand and gazed at her reflection. Her long golden hair was wild and tangled from sleep. She placed the mirror back on to the table and tried to untangle her hair with her fingers, but her fingers could not do what a brush would do best. She looked down on the table again and found a matching brush lying next to the mirror. She smiled at the sight of the brush and started to brush through her long golden hair.

As she stood there brushing her hair, her gaze traveled out the window and saw that her window faced the west. To the west, the sun still shone brightly oblivious to the looming darkness growing from the east. She understood the good intentions of the healers of placing the ill in sight of life and joyous illusory sights to speed up ones recovery, but Éowyn wanted to face the east. She wanted to face doom even if she couldn't face evil on the battle field once again.

With her thoughts on the on goings in the east, she decided to venture out of her room and find a window that looked to the east. Éowyn carefully opened the door, to find the halls to be empty. The ladies in waiting tending her were off tending to the other patients. Éowyn slowly walked barefooted down the hallway. She was not sure where she was headed, but she was drawn to keep walking down the corridor, which opened up to reveal a garden below on the bottom floor of the House. The garden below was open and faced to the east.

Éowyn stood by the railing on the second floor and looked down at the garden. The garden was beautiful in simplicity. As she admired the garden, she noticed that the garden was not empty. There was a man strolling in the garden. He looked to also be a patient of the house. Since his strides around the garden were more slightly weary then purposeful.

Éowyn observed that the man was tall and fair, as were the men of Gondor. For unknown reasons, Éowyn felt drawn to him, but she did not know who he was, other then a brave soldier of Gondor, injured in battle. She continued to keep her gaze upon him. She felt a breeze blow by, and she cradled her broken arm with her other, to try to keep herself warm, since the white dress she wore was not thick enough for the cooling weather. As her thoughts continued to remain on the mysterious Gondorian, a lady in waiting suddenly approached Éowyn.

"My lady, you shouldn't be out here," the woman said. "You should be in you're room resting."

Éowyn was surprised by the appearance of the woman and could only respond with a simple nod.

"Come, my lady, I shall lead you back to you're room," the woman gestured for Éowyn to walk before her.

"Very well," Éowyn said with some disappointment. She turned to look down upon the man in the garden again, and saw that he was looking up at her. He gave her a small smile when their eyes meet. She did not expect this, and quickly lowered her eyes in sudden coyness and started back towards her room.

After the lady in waiting made sure Éowyn was comfortable, she left Éowyn to rest. Éowyn laid in bed trying to sleep, but no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts returned to the man in the garden.

Éowyn was starting to become frustrated with herself. She should not be thinking of a mysterious man in a garden. She should be thinking about recovering and returning to battle to aid Lord Aragorn, her brother, and all her fellow beings of Middle-Earth. She determined that first thing tomorrow, she would speak to the lord of this place to allow her to leave the Houses.