I apologize for the huge delay in getting this out. I wanted to write this drabble with G.R.I.T., but he didn't want to, then I forgot about these drabbles, then I began working part time, while trying to plot for NaNoWriMo at the same time... In short: I forgot. But... here you go! I originally wanted to co-author it with my brother, but he backed out (again), so this is all mine. I hope you all enjoy; and remember, keep leaving reviews! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! I cannot for the life of me get the last line to work exactly the way I want, but I don't hate it, so I figured it's good enough to publish.
This is the final chapter, so I would also like to thank everyone who's reviewed, both those who have accounts and those who don't. Every single review is held in a dear place in my heart (and a special folder in my email). Thank you all for your encouraging comments/happy raves. You're all awesome.
Scribe~Of~RED
Faramir stepped into their chambers. "Éoywn?"
There was no answer. This did not perturb him. His wife was here—candles would not be flickering on the wide, wood table if she weren't.
Loosening his sword belt, he trode across the thick bearskin rugs and peeked into the sitting room. On a carved divan, curled beneath a silk sheet, eyes closed in slumber, lay Éowyn. A heavily bound book lay open beneath her right hand.
Faramir smiled and crossed the sunlit room, stooping to place a kiss upon her pale brow, then set the book atop the others at her feet.
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