She lay in her bed, the brick walls of the House of Healing towering above her – she knew she should feel safe here, yet she could not. The shadow which had crept over her after the death of the Witch King, was still lingering, clouding her thoughts with darkness. Her fear, she felt, had become reality. For she was stuck here, in this small enclosure, while she was recovering. She could not go against the wishes of her brother, and her King.
She saw a small light appear on her wall. Sunrise had brought with it a softness, but no warmth: No warmth to make her heart sing: No warmth to make all things beautiful.
She opened her door, wishing to feel the wind in her hair, longing to be free, needing light. She stepped outside, and walked along the hall leading to the most beautiful view in Gondor; the view from the highest level of Minas Tirith, that watched over the vast plains which led to Mordor.
How long she stood there alone, she did not know. Her eyes delighted in the beauty, but it did not touch her heart. She had not noticed the throbbing pain in her broken arm, for the world had seemed to take it away from her. To make her more content.

“My lady?” A soft voice came from behind her, and she was dragged back to her body. She felt the pain in her arm, and fatigue in her limbs.
She turned her head, seeing a tall man, in green robes, with the Tree of Kings painted in silver.
“Lord Faramir! I did not expect to see you here, but I would welcome your company.” She turned around, and held out her hand for him to take.
“Have you found the warmth you lacked, my lady?” He asked, taking her out-stretched hand carefully.
“I have not. Though you speak of it with such grace, I cannot feel it. I just feel cold.” She turned back, to look at the plains, to feel the wind in her hair.
“I wish I could help you, for I long to see you smile.” He whispered, and placed himself in front of her, staring deeply into her eyes, placing his warm fingers on her soft cheek.
“My lord, you can do so much more than that – but not before we recover. I wish to see the full extent of your lands; all the luscious fields, the waterfalls, the creeks, the forests..” Her voice trailed off, as she lay her forehead agaisnt his shoulder, seeking shelter.
“Do not fear, Lady Eowyn, I will show you all that you wish to see, I would follow you wherever you go, and never falter, unless that be your wish.” He kissed her gently on her forehead, and lifted her face up, to stare into her sad eyes. He slowly moved his face closer to hers, and found her shortening the distance too. She had waited for this moment since she had first seen him, sunlight in his hair, and face raidiating joy. There lips met, and the sadness she felt seemed to melt away at a single touch. She felt happiness course through her veins, and she threw her arms around him, wishing for their closeness to never end.