Author: Alma Heart
Characters/Pairing: Eowyn, Faramir, Windfola
Warnings: mentioned injuries
Disclaimer: All of Middle Earth is from the hand of Tolkien. I own nothing. I make no profit from the drabbles
A/N: There must have been a lot of horse-related chaos after Pelennor Fields.
The work of that first summer daunted the mind, farms raised from ash, king from myth. Yet still Faramir saw to her request. Specially laid paddocks welcomed the strays who daily appeared. The marks of suffering they bore broke Eowyn’s heart; mauled eyes and ripped ears, clawed backs and burned hooves. But here they had all they could want of food, water, care.
She should not have been surprised to find Faramir there amid the fearful. With quiet perseverance, he gentled even the most skittish, soothing their trembling, kissing scarred noses, quiet kindness to wipe the battle-fear from their hearts.
Those days Eowyn hoarded joys: Bearheart seeing Elfhelm and rushing to and fro, struggling to throw himself past the fence to the man, Scatha licking the tears from Ulfric’s stubble.
For great grief she saw also, Felof weeping over his mare’s mangled corpse, Guthred hopelessly seeking the master buried beneath his hooves.
Then, one morning, Faramir drew her aside. “I believe we found her.” She nearly crushed his hand.
A shriek of delight, hooves thundering over the still grass, and Eowyn laughed unashamed of her tears as Windfola danced around her and into her embrace, scarred and battered, but alive!