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Scene set up- This is all conversation. It goes Eowyn-Faramir. It pretty much them talking. Please leave a review and no flaming.

"Faramir?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to die."

"Today?"

"No, not today, I don't think."

"I am glad to hear that. One year with you is too short a time."

"Indeed."

"Sleep then lady, speak no more of death."

"But I am going to die."

"We will all die one day."

"Yes but I will die and you will live long years yet- alone. I cannot bare the thought."

"Nor can I. That you should not be there when I wake in the morning or fall asleep at night, that I shall not be able to hold you, talk to you, kiss you, touch your hair. I love your hair."

"It will be white one day."

"As will mine."

"But will I live to see it?"

"Perhaps."

"Will you regret it then?"

"What?"

"That I am not of Numenor."

"No, I do not regret that, Eowyn, I will never regret it."