Title; First Night
Character; Éowyn, Faramir
For the 'Flight of the Phoenix' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
This drabble is part of a series for the 'Film' challenges, featuring Éowyn.
As a girl Éowyn had day-dreamed about her wedding. She would be nineteen, the sun would glint on the golden roof of Meduseld, and on her golden maned young husband.
Now she stood beside this dark-haired man, in Minas Tirith, on a moonless night; at twenty-five an old maid approaching the wedding bed.
Something fiery streaked across the blackness of the sky. She gasped. A belated fire ball from Mount Doom, perhaps? A dire omen.
“No,” said Faramir. “It is a phoenix, newly hatched, taking wing. A wondrous portent of new beginnings, my love.”
Beside him, Éowyn at last relaxed.