Men of the Twilight

Faramir had called them Men of Twilight, but reconsidered after seeing the tender regard this golden-maned warrior showed for his equally golden, though shadowed, lady.

He helped her to a sun-warmed bench amongst fragrant herbs in the Gardens of Healing, protective of her bandaged arm. Kissing her brow and calling her Sister, he promised to return after seeing to his wounded men.

Faramir watched as she sat unmoved, seeming far away from that sunlit nook — the most peaceful of his battered City. He resolved to learn more of this fair but sombre visitor.

Would that he could brighten her twilight....