Interests: jewelry, porcelain, embroidery
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Loving Hands

What Faramir remembers most about his mother are her hands: soft and cool, with exquisite jewelry. He recalls a peculiar translucence, like porcelain, and her veins like delicate embroidery under the skin.

Eowyn’s fingers are short and calloused, with broken nails. Rough from riding and grafting fruit trees and helping to coax reluctant foals and lambs from their mother’s wombs.

At night, Eowyn rubs her hands with a salve of beeswax and lavender and honey, laughing that she had to fight the bees for every bit. Faramir kisses each finger, each palm, breathing deeply the scent of honey and flowers.