Title: Lost for Words
Disclaimer: Everything is Tolkien's. Except for the last line, which is paraphrased from Our Lord Joss.
Author's Note: For the 'complement' challenge. I managed to get a Buffy line into Tolkien - this pleases me.
He watched her, transfixed. She was golden in the hazy morning light, all purity and strength shining in her pale skin and sad visage. A gentle breeze fluttered her skirts and cooled his skin, still warm with fever though his sickness had passed. He paused, abashed, this Steward's son - nay, this Steward's heir; a brief pang of remembered grief: nay, this uninvestured Steward. His brother had been the warrior and he the philosopher; Boromir the man of action, Faramir the man of words; all words were lost to him now as he haltingly approached.
"I... I like your dress."