Nomad Soul by Lbilover

Originally written for 2012 Fandom Stocking.


Faramir had not entirely tamed his wild shieldmaiden of the North. The nomad soul dwelled in her still, a longing for the grassy plains of her people. Betimes Éowyn saddled the great grey Windfola and rode out alone, galloping along the river like a mad thing, while her golden hair, unbound, streamed on the wind.


Loathe was Faramir to allow it, but he understood, none better, a life hedged round by duty, and he did not say her nay. Later, when she rested soft and supple in his embrace, he gently unknotted the tangled strands with his fingers, and smiled.