Author: Alma Heart
Disclaimer: All of Middle Earth is from the hand of Tolkien. I own nothing. I make no profit from the drabble.
Eowyn’s heart fluttered as Faramir knelt before her in the sudden hush, offering a bare blade on upraised hands, as she had seen him swear his life to a king.
Only this was not Faramir’s sword. It bore an unfamiliar emblem: a white horse entwined in the branches of a white tree.
“For your defense, fairest and bravest Eowyn. If you will accept it.”
The hilt was heavy in her hand, warm from his skin, and Eowyn realized it was hers.
Faramir smiled at her. Eowyn moved the blade aside to take his hand, blinking back joyful tears. “I do.”