Brand New Day
by Orangeblossom Took
This is a companion-piece to “A Love Profound”
and references some events in “A Mother’s Gift” and “A Wizard’s Pupil”
but it is hopefully understandable enough on its own.
A New Morning
Spring, IV 2
Faramir stirred against the soft bedding and
opened his eyes to golden sunlight pouring in the window of the
bedroom. It had been a long time since he had slept so late. He
stretched and turned to look at Eowyn, who was still sleeping. Her
hair, which was fanned out across her pillow, was the same color as the
rays of morning light. He stroked the shiny tendrils of hair softly. He
remembered having nightmares last night but they had subsided when he
felt someone watching over him, holding him. It must have been Eowyn.
Even a sense of guilt at being the cause of Eowyn’s loss of sleep could
not keep a delighted grin off his face. She was his now and would be
He thought about the events of their wedding
the day before. With all the months of waiting and preparation, he had
begun to feel that they were never going to get married. Aragon did
them the great honor of performing the ceremony. Eowyn was dressed in
white and shone like a diamond in the spring sun.
His Dol Amroth cousins were there and he
thought Eomer seemed to take a great interest in his youngest cousin,
Lothiriel. She had not even been born when his fostering with his Uncle
Imrahil ended. She had grown into a lovely girl and was an obvious
choice of wife for Eomer. Faramir felt she was still a little young to
be married but he knew the Rohirrim had different ideas about such
things. He smiled at his thoughts. It was far too soon to be thinking
about that but he liked the idea of having marriage ties both ways.
Eomer gave Eowyn away and Lothiriel and two
Rohirrim ladies of good family served as bridesmaids. His cousins
Elphir, Erchirion, and Amrothos were groomsmen. The food, drink, and
music was plentiful and of the best quality. Mithrandir was there and,
after the sun went down, his fireworks lit the sky. One took the shape
of the white tree before dispersing in a rain of silvery sparks.
Another took the shape of a white horse.
He was dancing with his aunt Ivriniel when he
voiced some fears he had been having. “Aunt,” he said, “do you think I
will be a good husband? I do not want Eowyn to be unhappy like mother
Ivriniel put a finger to his lips to shush
him and said, “Silly boy. You will be an excellent husband. Put any
thoughts to the contrary out of your head. I envied my sister when
Denethor was courting her but there was always coldness about him. What
gives you such thoughts?”
He sighed and said, “I was just remembering my parents fighting, fighting over me.”
“Hmmm,” said Ivriniel, “and would you ever make Eowyn chose between loving you and defending her child?”
“Nienna Wept! I hope not,” Faramir said fervently.
The dance ended. Ivriniel ruffled his hair as
she had when he as a child and said, “Have no fear, my dear. You will
be just fine. It is a new age and you have more love and kindness in
your little finger than Denethor had in his entire body!” She then
whispered some more advice to Faramir that made him blush and laugh.
Faramir smiled as he recalled the
conversation with his aunt. She had been like a mother to him while he
was in Dol Amroth as a child. He would have to trust that she knew him
better than he knew himself. On this bright morning, it seemed
impossible that there would ever be grief again.
He slipped out of bed quietly and went to get
some breakfast to bring back to Eowyn. He thought that tea,
strawberries and toast would be appropriate.
When he came back with the tray, Eowyn was stirring. He set the tray down and said, “I hope I did not wake you, dear wife.”
She smiled and replied, “Not at all, my love.
It is time I got up. There is much to do today. Is that door locked?”
She kissed him and the breakfast tray went untouched for some time.