Written for B2MeM 2012
Title: Sunset in Ithilien
B2MeM Challenge: Ecstasy, Emotions card
Genre: romance fluff
Characters: Faramir, Eowyn
Summary: Faramir shows Eowyn the first home he had in Ithilien.
The low rush of the waterfall thrummed a gentle, droning rhythm over the men‘s softly echoing voices, and Faramir closed his eyes to listen, for he had not known if he would ever hear Henneth Annun‘s soothing song again.
A gentle, teasing voice stirred him from a near dream. “You look as if it will lull you to sleep.” Faramir smiled as Eowyn came to his side, her eyes twinkling. “Surely you are not weary from the climb?”
He chucked softly. “I have spent many nights dreaming to that sound. Forgive me; old habits die hard.”
Eowyn shook her head gently. “There is naught to forgive. I believe I could learn to love it, too.” She sat down beside him, looking at him quizzically. “But you said there was something else you wished to show me.”
Faramir nodded. “Soon. Wait just a little longer.” Eowyn cocked her head curiously, but did not seem very displeased when he offered no further explanation. Sighing gently, she leaned against him, head pillowed on his shoulder.
“What are we waiting for?” she asked softly, a light, dancing smile fluttering in her words.
Faramir tried to time the sun’s descent in his mind. It had never been this difficult before; he had always been considered skilled at charting the skies. Eowyn’s warmth against his skin was somehow dizzying, the tickle of her hair against his neck, her breath so close to his. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was certain Damrod was watching, laughing at his feeble attempts to think.
He was far too blissful to care.
“Just wait,” he managed finally. “I promise, it is worth patience.”
The light breath of her laughter fluttered against his skin, the soft sound dancing in his ears. “You are the master of such things, so I suppose I shall have to defer to your judgment.” Working to process her words, Faramir dazedly realized his life would never be complete without that laugh, that voice, without her. How had he lived without Eowyn?
The first rays of sunset caught the Window of the Sunset, and the cascading water burst into a thousand glittering stars. He felt Eowyn gasp as the cave sparkled and shone with the light of the sun, fractured and magnified into strangely dancing shapes.
Eowyn rose and stepped out into the twisting trails of light, gazing around them in amazement. The walls shone rich gold, streaked by brilliant red and rose streaks, as Henneth Annun was painted in splendor fit for a palace of kings.
Eowyn stepped slowly through Ithilien‘s fading day, gazing around her in delight. “Faramir, it’s beautiful!” She turned to him, and the glory of the sun was caught in her eyes; the very riches of the heavens crowned her in scarlet and gold, tangling her hair with the sunset’s radiance.
In the face of such beauty, Faramir’s heart filled with sudden, wordless ecstasy, that this heavenly being had descended to his sanctuary, to see the light of his longest, darkest days.
The very light that she had become.
He did not realize he had moved until she was in his arms, her hand in his. Eowyn gazed up at him, smiling, and the brilliance of the sun glowed in her eyes, and had it been able his soul would have blazed alight at her touch.
“Yes,” he managed breathlessly, but no further, for she caught him in her arms, his burning sunset star, and in the fading glow of the day she kissed him with his sanctuary as her witness, and the light of the West burning bright in her eyes.