Éowyn explores Faramir's study.
"Love?" Éowyn called, stepping into the study. Faramir was not in sight. Should she search elsewhere?
She saw the bookshelves along the wall. Théodred had owned a few volumes, as had Gríma, but she had never seen so many together. She crossed the room in awe and ran her finger along a cracked spine.
Another's breath rustled her hair, warming her neck. She smiled. So his reputation for stealth is not exagerated! Faramir reached over her shoulder, took the book from the shelf, and led her over to the couch. Together they would discover what wonders these pages held.