lindahoyland (lindahoyland) wrote,


B2MeM ChallengeCanon couples - Valacar/ Vidumani The Steward and his sons - Captain of the Ithilien Rangers, colours - sea green
Format: ficlet
Genre: Romance

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Faramir, Eowyn

Pairings: Faramir/ Eowyn, Valacar/Vidumani

Summary: Faramir seeks to comfort Eowyn

These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

Faramir was troubled about Éowyn. He knew his beloved wife was prone to melancholy, but it had been years since he had seen such a pinched, tight look upon her lovely face. He thought back to the events of the day, trying to ascertain what might be troubling her.

She had been happy when she had awoken that morning, and joyful when she had returned from tending her horses, delighted a new foal had been unexpectedly born in the night. She had been her usual self when they had eaten the noonday meal together. Then her seamstress had arrived to fit her for a dress of sea green silk that she planned to wear for the King’s wedding anniversary celebrations the next month. It was a beautiful colour that Faramir was certain would set off her golden locks to perfection. Yet, she had looked sorely troubled since she had emerged from her chamber after the seamstress had departed.

Surely, Éowyn was not still pining with unrequited love for Aragorn. That had been long ago and long since resolved.

Faramir could not concentrate on his work and pushed aside the trade agreement he was working on. He could not bear to see his beloved unhappy. Either he would solve whatever problem was disturbing her, or if it were melancholy with no cause, he would ask Aragorn if he had some herbs that would raise her spirits.

Faramir found Éowyn in their bedchamber staring at the looking glass she held in her hand. That was most unlike her, for she was not a vain woman.

“Éowyn, what ails you, my beloved?” he asked, sitting down beside her on the bed.

“This!” she whispered, indicating a few grey hairs amongst her strands of gold. “I noticed when I tried on my new gown this afternoon.”

“Grey hairs? However, they do not mar your beauty in any way, my love. You could cut them off if they trouble you.”

“But do you not see, Faramir? I am getting old while you remain young! I know well the story of Valacar and Vidumavi. Their union caused great disquiet, as she was not of Númenorean lineage. Great kinstrife resulted when it was time for their son to become king! What if the men of Gondor reject Elboron? Moreover, I will one day leave you through old age. You will be all alone!” She burst into tears.

Faramir enfolded her in his arms. “My love, fret not over such matters. Valacar wed Vidumavi because he loved her, as I love you. Their son was a great king and lived as long as any of pure Númenorean blood. Aragorn is descended from them and I know those are among the longfathers he is the most proud of.

Times were different then and I hope Men have grown a little wiser. You are of the great House of Eorl and your grandmother came from Gondor, so you have a measure of the blood of Númenor in your veins. Aragorn told me once that should any of our children desire to wed any of his when they are grown, it would greatly gladden his heart, so have no fears on account of our children.

I hope with all my heart you will be long lived, but should it prove otherwise, I shall not be alone. I have the beautiful children you have given me, and the companionship of the King, who is of a far purer lineage than mine and will no doubt outlive even our children!”

Éowyn’s sobs quieted somewhat, but she was not completely reassured. “Do you never wish, though, that you had married a woman of Gondor?”

Faramir shook his head. “Never. No lady of Gondor ever captured my heart. I recall telling Frodo and Sam when I was captain of the Ithilien Rangers how much I loved and admired your folk, golden-haired, bright-eyed, and strong; you remind us of the youth of Men, as they were in the Elder Days. Our people have diminished themselves by intermarrying too much, so our marriage has strengthened my line, not weakened it, though such matters were far from my mind when I asked you to marry me. Now though, I look at our fair children who combine the best of both Rohan and Gondor. I am certain that Valacar never regretted marrying his lady and I certainly do not regret marrying mine!” He pulled Éowyn close and kissed her tenderly. To his joy, she responded with equal ardour.

“When you wear your new sea green gown and I dance with you at the anniversary celebrations,” he said. “I will be envied by every man in Gondor! Now there is still an hour before sunset, shall we go riding together?”

“Well you know how to please me, Faramir of Gondor!” Éowyn was smiling now. Hand in hand, they went to the stables.


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