A Change of Scenery
I spent pleasant days in the grand city, yet it became quite apparent to me that I was not meant for city life. I found myself longing for woods and flowers as I stayed in this city of hard stone. I did not see much more of the King or Queen, so while I heard many stories about them, I was unable to form much of an opinion on them.
After a week, Faramir and Éowyn left Minas Tirith for their home in Ithilien, taking me with them. I found Ithilien much more to my liking. They had not yet completed their permanent home, which would e built to reflect both Gondorian and Rohirrim architecture, so they lived in a simple building that put my in the mind of the log cabins frontiersmen build. It was homier to me. There were simple gardens around it, and Éowyn's stock had free run of the wooded countryside.
One day as I was sitting in the house, Faramir pulled out a black trunk bound in leather and showed me the contents. His prinde in the shards of woods and metal confounded me until he told me that these were the remains of the shield that Éowyn had carried into battle with the Witch-King. The love that shone from his grey eyes warmed my heart, and I wondered if ever I would see a man hold my trophies in such high esteem or speak of me with the same expression.