Fic
Title: Two in the Garden
Rating: G
Pairing: Merry/Eowyn
Notes: Not my characters, yadda yadda. This is for Dana because she made me pretty things and can I have them now pleeeease? P.S. Fluff. Sorta.
Two in the garden, laughing.
Eowyn sits under a tree, arm cradled close. Merry stands to look her in the eyes, telling stories with his whole body.
Two in the garden. Faramir watches them, standing apart. They do not notice; do not know he is there. He does not want to interrupt them, so he stays quiet and only watches. He sees Merry turn to Eowyn and ask a question but hears only her response.
“There are none left for me, Master Merry. Those I love are gone or may as well be.” Head down, she seems to become smaller, pulling into herself.
But Master Merry is there, touching her shoulder. “Surely not all?”
“My parents, my uncle, my cousin…” She does not mention Aragorn.
“Ah, but you have your brother, My Lady. And me. I’ll take care of you, it you need it.” He is earnest and Faramir is reminded of Peregrin. They are much alike, pulling brightness out of dark times.
Eowyn seems calmed by his words. He moves to sit next to her, lacing his fingers in with her own. “And,” he says, “Those we love will find us again. Or we them.”
Faramir is not close enough to see her eyes, but her posture changes and he thinks they must be covered in shadow. Merry puts his head on her arm, closing his eyes.
“When we knew that we were coming on this journey, Pippin and I, we couldn’t think that all this would happen. We stayed happy until...” he opens his eyes to look at her. “Gandalf died, you know. He fell in Moria.”
“Then how can he be here with us now?” Her voice is suspicious and Faramir does not blame her. It sounds like an absurdity, even to him who knew that Mithrandir’s knowledge ran deep.
Merry shrugs. “He will not say, only that it was the will of the Valar. And he told Pippin once that the love of a lady brought him back. But was just to make Pippin be quiet, I think.” He smiles fondly at the remembrance.
“Anyway. After Gandalf fell, Pippin came to talk to me. He and I decided that we must protect Frodo, no matter what. He’s family, after all. And then he told me that if something should ever happen to him…” Merry’s voice breaks off, and both he and Faramir think of the coming battle.
“He said not to worry. Because time and distance can’t keep us apart for long and he loved me enough to find me again.” Eowyn’s face is covered in tears and so, to his surprise, is Faramir’s.
“My lady. If they loved you and you loved them, you’ll find them again. Hobbits don’t stand much on ceremony, but that’s one thing we know. Love well and love long and you’ll never be alone. Even in dark times.” His voice is certain and true. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it.
Faramir’s tears have dried and when he sees Eowyn’s tremulous smile his heart has never been more grateful, for these two stout hearts that protect them. The moment of seriousness has passed, though Merry does not stand to tell more stories. He settles in next to his lady and both close their eyes, whether to sleep or not it does not matter. They are peaceful.
Faramir waits a moment longer, watching them. Two in the garden, he thinks. Perhaps someday it can be three.
A warm breeze stirs and he feels strange. Almost as though there are others in the garden with them. He feels, for a moment, surrounded by love. Then he turns and slowly walks out of the garden, smiling.
Rating: G
Pairing: Merry/Eowyn
Notes: Not my characters, yadda yadda. This is for Dana because she made me pretty things and can I have them now pleeeease? P.S. Fluff. Sorta.
Two in the garden, laughing.
Eowyn sits under a tree, arm cradled close. Merry stands to look her in the eyes, telling stories with his whole body.
Two in the garden. Faramir watches them, standing apart. They do not notice; do not know he is there. He does not want to interrupt them, so he stays quiet and only watches. He sees Merry turn to Eowyn and ask a question but hears only her response.
“There are none left for me, Master Merry. Those I love are gone or may as well be.” Head down, she seems to become smaller, pulling into herself.
But Master Merry is there, touching her shoulder. “Surely not all?”
“My parents, my uncle, my cousin…” She does not mention Aragorn.
“Ah, but you have your brother, My Lady. And me. I’ll take care of you, it you need it.” He is earnest and Faramir is reminded of Peregrin. They are much alike, pulling brightness out of dark times.
Eowyn seems calmed by his words. He moves to sit next to her, lacing his fingers in with her own. “And,” he says, “Those we love will find us again. Or we them.”
Faramir is not close enough to see her eyes, but her posture changes and he thinks they must be covered in shadow. Merry puts his head on her arm, closing his eyes.
“When we knew that we were coming on this journey, Pippin and I, we couldn’t think that all this would happen. We stayed happy until...” he opens his eyes to look at her. “Gandalf died, you know. He fell in Moria.”
“Then how can he be here with us now?” Her voice is suspicious and Faramir does not blame her. It sounds like an absurdity, even to him who knew that Mithrandir’s knowledge ran deep.
Merry shrugs. “He will not say, only that it was the will of the Valar. And he told Pippin once that the love of a lady brought him back. But was just to make Pippin be quiet, I think.” He smiles fondly at the remembrance.
“Anyway. After Gandalf fell, Pippin came to talk to me. He and I decided that we must protect Frodo, no matter what. He’s family, after all. And then he told me that if something should ever happen to him…” Merry’s voice breaks off, and both he and Faramir think of the coming battle.
“He said not to worry. Because time and distance can’t keep us apart for long and he loved me enough to find me again.” Eowyn’s face is covered in tears and so, to his surprise, is Faramir’s.
“My lady. If they loved you and you loved them, you’ll find them again. Hobbits don’t stand much on ceremony, but that’s one thing we know. Love well and love long and you’ll never be alone. Even in dark times.” His voice is certain and true. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it.
Faramir’s tears have dried and when he sees Eowyn’s tremulous smile his heart has never been more grateful, for these two stout hearts that protect them. The moment of seriousness has passed, though Merry does not stand to tell more stories. He settles in next to his lady and both close their eyes, whether to sleep or not it does not matter. They are peaceful.
Faramir waits a moment longer, watching them. Two in the garden, he thinks. Perhaps someday it can be three.
A warm breeze stirs and he feels strange. Almost as though there are others in the garden with them. He feels, for a moment, surrounded by love. Then he turns and slowly walks out of the garden, smiling.