The first time he caught sight of her, running to her uncles
side in the Golden Hallproud, fearless, but steeped in sadnesshe
knew that he would do anything, even dance at her wedding, just
to see her smile.
The Ceremony was everything she had ever dreamed of.
Dressed in cloth of gold, she swept into the Hall of Kings
attended by half-a-dozen maidens; Eomer gave her his arm and led
her down the aisle, to Faramir's side, symbolically placing her
hand in his; Aragorn, splendid in his kingly robes, said the words;
showers of rose petalsGimlis gift to themfloated
down upon them; and, amidst the cheers of the Court and the people
of Gondor, they walked out of the Hall, man and wife.
Merry and Pippin rushed forward to congratulate them.
And Eowyn, smiling happily as she hugged Merry, suddenly sensed
his eyes upon her, and she looked up and saw hima
tall, lean, graceful figure, standing apart from the others, his
normally serene face a mask of sorrow
All the while she sat beside her husband, receiving the pledges
of his followers, she could feel him, watching her; and when the
formalities were over, and the dancing had begun, she saw him
May I request a dance of your lady? he asked, his
voice so gentle.
Faramir smiled, Of course
Legolas turned to her, placing his hand upon his heart and bowing
his head. Your Highness, he murmured, would
you do me the honour?
Eowyn glanced at Faramirhe nodded towards the elf, a
strange expression on his facehalf amusement, she thought,
but half compassion.
The honour would be mine, Prince Legolas,
He led her onto the marble floorthe crowds fell back,
to watch themand, to the most exquisite elven music, they
danced. And, though she did not know the steps, Eowyn found herself
matching his movements, as though her body were somehow in secret
communication with his
Then the music ended. Legolas bowed and, to the guests
applause, led her back to her seatThank you,and
he bowed again; and, as she watched him thread his way through
the clusters of people, his simple dove-grey tunic and leggings
a stark contrast to the finery around him, she found herself wonderingjust
for a momentwhat it would be like to have him make love
He is in love with you, said Faramir.
Eowyn looked towards the great double doors, but the elf had
already left the Banqueting Hall. NoIno,
he cannot be.
Yes. He is. Faramir smiled, sadly. Poor Legolas
Her brides maids undressed her, and brushed out her hair,
crowned her with a simple chain of daisies, and led her to her
marriage bed, strewn with lavender and heartsease.
Faramirs grooms men, having drunk to his healthand
staminapushed him into the bedchamber; the women withdrew;
and, with much laughter, and many coarse suggestions, the well-wishers
closed the doors, leaving the couple alone together.
Faramir sat down beside her and, with a shy smile, took her hand.
I did tell you, said Eowyn, softly, you do
know that I am not
I would never have done it had I not believed that I would
Shhhh, said Faramir. What happened in the past
is behind us. All that matters now is the future. He raised
her hand to his lips and kissed it, tenderly.
You are such a good man, Faramir.
Eowyn! Her husband shook his head. Though
it is gratifying to hear you say that, my dear, there are other
words I would prefer to hear on my wedding night.
Words of love?
Can you say them?
Of course. But love is blind, Faramir, and may be misled.
It is a mans worth that wins his wifes lasting affection.
What a serious spirit you have, my beautiful wife
He kissed her hands again. Shall I put out the candles,