Literacy
Eowyn strolls down the aisles of books in her husband's large library. She stops and pulls out a crimson volume embellished with spidery gold lettering.
"Ah, a good one," Faramir says from behind her. "Have you read it?"
"No," she says, fingering the cover.
"You should."
Eowyn says nothing for a while. "What does it say?" she asks finally.
Faramir is startled. "You cannot read?"
She shakes her head. "I never learned." She is ashamed, but she hides it.
Faramir, however, sees the discomfort in her eyes. He reaches out and touches her pale hair. "Come, I shall teach you."
Written for Erestor at LiveJournal