Battle Cries

Eowyn sat sprawled across the bed deep in thought when Faramir entered the room. She looked so insightful and beautiful in the candle light. He quielty shut the door behind his back as it did not break Eowyn's thought. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, breaking her trance.

"Oh, Faramir," she whispered. "I didn't hear you come in."

"You looked so beautiful, I didn't want to disturb you," he answered.

She turned to face him as he sat next to her.

"What are you doing back so early? I thought you and Eomer were going out until dawn," she questioned.

"Well, would you like me to go? I can always leave...." he joked, bringing a glowing smile to his wife's face.

Eowyn wore a silver evening gown with sleeves that set just below her shoulders. Faramir stroked her golden mane of hair gently and placed a loose part behind her ear. She sort of blushed and smiled, as if it were their first meeting again. He leaned in and kissed her.

"So, what were you thinking about, darling?" he inquired.

She hugged his waist and back.

"Oh, nothing important right now," she replied casually. "Just being here with you....like this."

Faramir kissed Eowyn passionately again as the candle's flame blew out in the wind.


Faramir ran swiftly through the forest with weapons in hand. Only moments before had a rather organized battalion of Uruk-hai stormed the hillside. He halted slightly and listened. In the distance he could hear the horn of Gondor blowing. It was Boromir. Faramir lunged himself over a creek and into bushes. He stayed low as if he could be seen, and raced to his brother's calling for aid.

Faramir stopped and watched as two hobbits run before him. He bolted from where he was and stood before Boromir and the creatures. Faramir whipped around and searched for the leader of the enemy. He was no where in to be found.

An arrow whistled sharply through the air. Faramir rotated to see the arrow strike Boromir...and the second ....and the third.... Then, something softly shook his shoulder.

"No!!!" Faramir shouted. He awoke drawing his blade quickly to Eowyn's neck, nearly slicing her.

She panted calmly, but her eyes filled with sudden terror.

"Faramir, it's all right," she started. "It's me."

Realizing his mistake, Faramir's hand shook and he dropped the blade to the ground next to the bed. Faramir jumped from his place and stood half naked in the moonlight. He sifted his fingers through his hair. Eowyn stood by his side and laid her head on his arm.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said. He turned and his wife held him. She would hold him throughout the night.