Characters: Faramir, Éowyn
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien.
He's not sure anymore what time of summer it is, mid-summer or late, or if his dreams arise from sleep or wakefulness. Not that it matters; he's beyond caring. She sleeps most of the time; he dreams his dreams beside her, fingers at her nape.
He tries to share a dream with her, as before...and she comes. They walk along the edges of sun-misted moorland and through patches of cotton-grass like shimmering, white hair.
She digs her fingers into his hand, turns and looks at him...long and still. He feels the last, sharp tug of her love...and lets her go.