Lady Meanace of Ithilien

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as my friends have done, I'm giving you a few lines. I might be pushing it here, but I like this chunk. This is what I last wrote, in a scene where our favorite future Prince of Ithilien is about to take yet another walk in the garden (what else is there even to do in the Houses of Healing...)

He turned to his left, glanced quickly towards Éowyn’s window. It was his habit, he had done so almost automatically since that moment days ago, when he had briefly glimpsed a flash of her gold her hair as she ducked out of sight. But now he saw gold again, and this time it did not vanish. This time, she stood there looking back at him, and her hair shone in the morning sun, and she smiled at him.  “Good morning, lord,” she called, her voice bridging the open air that lay between them. “It is a good morning,” he said, and he returned her smile.  They looked at each other for a moment, their eyes upon one another. Faramir noticed color come to Éowyn’s cheeks, though perhaps it only arose from the briskness of the air. He was about to speak again, about to invite her to walk with him in the garden, when she ducked away suddenly, disappearing within the casement of her window. 

Éowyn & Faramir:

farawyn & elboron