I Dreamt a Dream

by Queen of Gondor


‘At a sign from Faramir, the warden bowed and departed. “What would you have me do, Lady?” said Faramir. “I also am a prisoner of the healers.” He looked at her, and being a man whom pity deeply stirred, it seemed to him that her loveliness amid her grief, would pierce his heart. And she looked at him and saw the grave tenderness in his eyes, and yet knew, for she was bred among men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark would outmatch in battle.’ - The Return of the King - The Steward and the King

Faramir sat quietly on a bench in the garden, on the walls outside the houses of healing. A soft wind rustled the leaves in a nearby poplar. A low chirp was heard from a high branch, Faramir looked towards the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bird; it had been a long time since he had heard a bird, he smiled.

He heard soft footsteps walking along the path. He narrowed his eyes, and watched as the Lady Éowyn walked to a railing. His heart fluttered as he watched her glide along, her white dress swaying in the wind. Faramir bothered not to stand up. Every word she spoke was like a song, but watching her was a feast for the eyes.

The lady turned her head slowly, and looked at Faramir. He smiled sadly at her. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over to him.

“You seem somewhat troubled, my Lord.” She spoke sternly, yet kindly to him.

“There is a war which we have no hope of winning, of course that troubles me.”

“My Lord, do not speak so idly, for you know that that is a trouble on all minds. Though I see in your eyes a deep trouble, a different one.”

“Do you not know, milady?”

“Do not speak in riddles my Lord.”

“It is you. It is that I see you every day, yet you do not see me.”

“You are speaking in riddles.” She reminded.

“I know you understand of what I speak.”

“Please continue, my Lord.”

“Every time I lay my eyes upon you, an unsettled beauty of my mother stirs within me. I once had this dream…” He stopped. “You do not want to hear about it.”

“I want to.” Éowyn said, sitting down on a bench across from Faramir.

“I was four years of age when I had the dream.”

“How do you remember a dream you had so long ago?”

“My brother…” He was once again cut off by Éowyn.

“Boromir. I’m sorry, please continue.” She blushed.

“Yes, Boromir.” A tear threatened to fall down his cheek. “he always reminded me of it, I do not know why though, but he always said to me: ‘your dream will come true, little brother’. My mother always spoke to me about my dreams, even though I was very young. It must have been my favourite dream to speak to her about, she was awfully intrigued by it.”

“What was it of?”

“It started like this; I woke up lying on my back. I was staring up at the sky, lit up with many stars. It was summer time. A warm wind, scented with flowers, had brought a smile to my face. I slowly stood up, it appeared to be that I was standing on top of a high hill. It seemed like a mountain because of how high it was, yet it was not. It was not rocky, instead it was covered in soft green grass. I looked out over the land below, it seemed as if I could see everything; far off lands I had never been to, and had yet to see. People whom I had never met, but I felt a great need to meet them. Then all of a sudden lamps began to light. I looked back up at the starlit sky, and then I woke up.”

“That’s beautiful, why is it your favourite though?”

“It was one of the last dreams I ever spoke to my mother about. She died when I was five, not too long after this dream.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I am not, but only because I have had it once again.”

“When was that?”

“Only a couple of nights ago. Though when I looked up into the stars, I saw an image of my mother smiling down at me.” Faramir sighed. “I had it on the night I met you.”

‘And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. And many indeed saw them and the light that shone about them as they came down from the walls and went hand in hand to the Houses of Healing.’ - The Return of the King - The Steward and the King



PS: Ok, so you all know that what is written between those two paragraphs at the beginning and the end, is not what actually happened between those two paragraphs in the books. I chose those two particular parts though, because they seemed to fit, when they first meet, and then when Éowyn realizes her love for Faramir. Faramir is so wonderful! ; )