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'Faramir… tell me, did you have to bind your own wife's eyes?'

Éowyn does her best to sound angered, but I know her well enough to hear a giggle approaching.

'Patience, my love,' I say, leading her forward.

As the sun starts to turn the ever-falling water into a veil of the finest, countless sparkling gems, I unwind the scarf from her head.

'Ohhh!' I hear, and she draws closer to me.

'Nay, I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, Faramir,' she says with a mischievous smile as the light fades, and adds, 'I would much rather be a Ranger.'