| Subject: Let the freshness of Winter wash away your fears |
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Eowyn and Faramir
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Date Posted: 16:32:21 09/26/02 Thu
The snowy path beneath his feet was barely noticed by Faramir, as he made his way through one of the many courtyards in the citadel. The ice underfoot crunched as he stepped on it, but Faramir was miles away.
Yet something brought him back to earth. And it was a cold, wet something that hit him on the side of the head. It was shortly followed by a small giggle, to which the prince span round. It came from behind one of the bare trees, and was lead to by a trail of footprints.
"Eowyn..." There was laughter in his voice and he rounded the trunk, a ball of fresh snow in his hand.
Eowyn ducked the flying ice and scooped some more into her palm. Not dodging fast enough, a second cold white bullet hit her shoulder. She let the frosty spray wash away her anxieties as winter's tears ran down her face.
They could not change the past. They could not wield the future. Fate toyed with them, spinning out twists in life's sticky and complex web. Battles would rage, and they would fight. Death would come, and they would mourn. But until then, they would laugh. They would play, they would dance. They would enjoy and they would be grateful - grateful for the time they had.
Time enough.
Looking into his eyes, Eowyn saw the world, eternity. There was no war. No hate, no anger, no limits. Only love.
She laughed again and freed the snow from her grip. It arced, a wisp of cloud flashing against the blue sky, and landed several feet from it's designated target.
He scowled and narrowed his eyes, humouring her attempt to hit him. Snow filled the air, with thier laughter ringing. Eowyn shrieked as another snowball flew into her hair, and Faramir lost his balance laughing, falling back into the snow.
She giggled, pelting him before he had time to stand.
"No fair!" he yelled in protest. Scraping ice into his hands, he put all his force into it. She dissapeared in a white cloud.
Gasping for breath, Eowyn realised he was closing in on her. Snow was disguarded and Faramir chased her through the courtyard, both breathless with laughter.
He caught her. Spinning her around to face him, they kissed - gently and delicately. He leaned forward and whispered softly into her ear.
"I love you, Eowyn."
Eowyn's hand rose up, smashing a snowball upon the crown of his head. She pulled back and giggled as he glared and spluttered, shaking the ice from his hair. Without warning. battle recommenced.
"Honestly!" Faramir called out. "I'm a prince, you really should have more respect!" That made Eowyn laugh even harder and the next blow even more forceful.
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