| Subject: A Goodnight Kiss |
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Eowyn
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Date Posted: 22:57:34 05/24/02 Fri
After the fight, Eowyn had walked through the gardens with Braîthe by her side. With every step she took, more energy seemed to seep into her body. It was strange how she should be gaining strength in bed, but she felt stronger and far more alive when she was up. Dusk had slowly began to fall, and she realised how long she must have been just whiling away the hours. She sensed that Braîthe was becoming impatient and his support of her was lessening greatly, not because she know longer needed him there, but because he was lacking himself in strength and will by now. Turning, she steered him back towards the palace.
The sound of Eowyn's footsteps reverberated in the silence. Stopping outside her door, she bid Braîthe good night. The healer slumped off, not troubling to hide his reluctance. Eowyn almost smiled to herself as she saw him gently massaging his shoulder. Perhaps she had pushed him a little to hard? It was, in a way, ironic.
Sighing, she turned from her door and walked down the corridor. She halted when she reached Faramir's rooms and knocked gently. There was no sound from inside and quietly, she pushed open the door.
Faramir was lying upon his bed, turning over in his sleep. She noticed that he was still wearing his clothes from the day, and his shoes were just lying on the floor. His chest rose and fell beneath his shirt and, leaning over him, she kissed him lightly.
"May the darkness swallow your troubles and let the light of dawn brighten your soul," she whispered.
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