The starry cloak
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luthien3
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A different look on one of the only fluff scenes in Lord of the Rings. Eowyn and Faramir have grown close during the dark times of war, but will it ever be enough for love?

The starry cloak

Eowyn stood on the wall of Minas Tirith. Looking over the horizon, she thought about her brother and Aragorn's coming attack on the Black Gate.

The wind whipped her hair into her face, but she didn't realize she was shivering until she felt a heavy cloak being laid on her shoulders.

"It was my mother's cloak, before she died. You look beautiful in it." Eowyn knew who it was without having to turn around. Faramir. The son of the Steward of Gondor.

He had been attending her a lot over the past few weeks while her battle wounds healed. At first she had thought of his presence as draining. After all, she had never been much of a talker.

But soon, she had become to think more fondly of him. She had given up on him loving her though. But he had just called her beautiful...

He thought she was gorgeous. Some men might wed her only for her beauty, but it was her fiery spirit and bravery that had first drawn him to her.

She had wished to die in the battle that had just ended, but he could not endure the thought of her being banished from the living world forever.

"Did you wish to go with the warriors, Eowyn?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"I did before. I wished to die an honorable death in battle, but some of my new friends have convinced me that my life can be worth living.", she replied.

She looked up at him with a smile, but quickly blushed and looked away again.

Ouch. Friends? He had wanted more than that.

She saw a hurt look flash across his face, but it was quickly masked by an emotionless expression. "Well, it might only have been one friend..." she admitted.

Feeling awkward, she looked at her feet.

Faramir smiled for the first time that day. He stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Perhaps you could give me the name of this friend.

He deserves the highest honor in the kingdom for bringing the light back into your eyes."

"I think you know his name already." And with that, she got onto her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Joyfully, Faramir tried to give her another kiss, a proper one this time, but she wriggled out of his arms and ran laughing down the road.

With a smile, he picked up the cloak that she had dropped and ran after her.

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