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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."