Eowyn stood up straight and smiled as the sun beat down on her face. She could hear Finnola and the boys laughing just around the garden wall and see Faramir though his office window looking over reports from the Haradim.
It seemed perfect and almost too good to be true. But suddenly the laughter stopped making Eowyn frown in curiosity at what happened. Shrugging her shoulders she went back to weeding out her rose garden, her newest project.
After a few moments passed and the children not being heard again Eowyn turned to Faramir's widow to find him gone. That only made her brow furrow. He had been just there.
A smile then formed on her face as she thought he and the children were going to scare her. "We'll see about that," She thought walking to the corner of the wall where she knew the three had been only moments before only to find it empty and no sign of any of them.
"Elboron?" Eowyn called out walking past the wall only to be frozen still by the sight that awaited her. Eowyn closed her eyes tightly then opened them again only to find him still there, making her breath hitch. She would never forget his pale face, his dark scraggly hair, his hungry bright eyes.
"Where are my children?" She asked finding the courage within herself to speak.
Grima frowned and took a step towards her.
"What children?" He asked smoothly.
Eowyn was about to say their names when she forgot them. She then wondered herself if she really had any children.
"Faramir!" She cried out in alarm knowing her husband would come running with a sword in his hand.
"Who is this name you call?" Grima asked gaining closeness to her at every step he took.
But just as with the children, she could not remember who he was or why she had called it.
Grima began circling her like a cat and Eowyn's surroundings changed from tranquil into the dull, haunting cages of the halls of the Medesueld.
"What is ailing my lady for her to speak strange things?" Grima asked stopping right in front of her and putting a cold unwelcome hand on her cheek. Eowyn did not have the strength or the words to send him away.
"Perhaps you should retire my lady," Grima said stroking her cheek gently.
Eowyn nodded and stepped back away from him only to have his handclasp onto her arm.
Without a word he covered her lips with his.
Eowyn cried out in surprise and shot her arm forward only to not feel it hit Grima's cold cheek but a warm bearded face.
Eowyn's eyes shot open and she sat up as Faramir awoke and looked at her, and his harsh comment died on his tongue.
Her normally tranquil eyes were wide with fright, and her face even in the moonlight was deathly white.
"Eowyn," He said sitting up and touching her face only to have her jerk back in surprise.
"Who are you?" Eowyn asked afraid, afraid she was in a pleasant dream that would only be interrupted.
Faramir said nothing but crawled up nearer to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It is only me darling, no one else," Faramir whispered kissing her cheek.
Eowyn's sighed in relief and sank into her husband's shoulders.
"Forgive me Faramir," She whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder she would break down into tears.
Faramir silenced her and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes, he found them glistening with tears. With his hand he brushed them away and kissed her lips.
Eowyn's eyes fluttered shut and she sank into his warm embrace. "Don't leave me," She pleaded desperately afraid that in the night while she was sleeping he would go and work as he sometimes did.
Faramir however, misinterpreted her cry and only tightened his grip on her now trembling body. "I will never leave you," He promised, and sealed it with a kiss on her forehead.