These Same Walls

‘It is beautiful,’ Éowyn whispered, looking over the farmlands of the Pelennor, as the warm twilight was slowly claiming it.

‘Is it?’ a voice said behind her.

She turned around, smiling at her husband.

‘Reminds me of Rohan… is it not odd?’

‘Do you miss it?’

She laughed, turning back to the fields. ‘As if I had the time!’

They stood together in silence for a while.

‘Remember…once, standing upon these walls, we only saw traces of the battle there…’

‘There are more pleasant memories than that, my lady…’ Faramir chuckled.

And a soft, warm garment wrapped about her shoulders.