The other day
roga said we should write stories about things that grow, because it was Tu Bishvat. It made me think of Eowyn at the end of ROTK. I'm not sure why I wrote *this*, though. With an extra dose of pretentious purple prose. *facepalm*
Title: when only the moon
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (bookverse, AU)
Pairing: Eowyn/Faramir
Words: 490
A/N: Not mine. This is AU. Title from Dylan Thomas'
In My Craft or Sullen Art. Please, say whatever you want.
Summary: Eowyn is a shieldmaiden, her sword-arm broken, and what does she know of growth?
( when only the moon )