Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from them.

Faramir

Darkness rose in the eastern sky and the City trembled beneath them as Faramir kissed Éowyn's brow and gathered her close. The war was nearing its conclusion; a war which had robbed him of one who loved him most - and one who loved him least.

Yet it had also delivered the unexpected - love for the woman he now held clasped to his heart. Alas for him that she favoured another, or thought she did. Would fate grant him the chance to prove to her his quality?

The wind rose suddenly, and the Sun revealed itself again.

Faramir had his answer.

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Author's note: Textual inspiration (if not the text itself) derived from The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Book 6, Chapter 5: The Steward and the King