Newest Éowyn/Faramir snippet
I actually got up this morning after a pretty dismal night's sleep and went for a walk at 6 a.m. It was pretty cold, but the moon was full, and golden, and low in the sky. It made me think of Lupin first, of course, and how sad that he would never think (as I did this morning) of the moon as a companion. There was something about being out alone in the dark aside from streetlights, and cleansing air of early morning, that got me back on track with the E/F stuff.
Day Three: Transition
Merry and Éowyn sat in comfortable silence. Éowyn’s eyes were shut, and despite her sling, she managed to braid some long stalks of grass, inhaling the now-familiar pungent scent of Merry’s tobacco. While their friendship had initially been founded on well-meaning mistruths, Merry seemed at last to have accepted the change from Dernhelm to Éowyn. What had needed to be said between the two of them had been spoken; they were now mostly beyond words. She sensed a sudden, subtle shift in his manner and her eyes flew open as she turned to look at the door to the gardens.
The Steward. Again.
Merry made as though to leave.
“Are you tired of my company?” she asked, vexed at the impending abrupt change in companions.
A guilty look crossed the hobbit’s face as he stood. “No, just feeling a bit peckish.”
Éowyn conjured a convincing scowl. “You’re always peckish. Stay?” she pleaded.
Merry shook his head. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
Éowyn followed his path down the short walk. As Merry and the Steward exchanged muted words, she appraised the Man. His face was stern, but not unpleasant to look at. He carried himself as a soldier, though he was slighter than most of the folk of Rohan.
Moments later he approached her, and Éowyn could see the questions burning turbulently behind his calm gaze.
This silence was not so restful.