The Rose in Bloom
8. Morning Gift
The next morning, Éowyn awoke to find herself alone in her bed. Donning a robe, she found Faramir sitting at a table under a tree, drinking a cup of warm tea. He rose and bowed, then kissed her gently. "I have something for you."
Éowyn laughed. "When Éomer forgot to tell you of the Keening, I thought he also forgot the Morning Gift."
"No, he told me of that tradition before we left Minas Tirith. It was well he did." Faramir drew a small leather purse from his pocket and gave it to Éowyn.
She eagerly opened it and poured a necklace and pendant into her palm. The chain was made of twining gold and silver, and a brilliant white stone hung from it.
"This was brought over the Sea by one of my fore-mothers, a granddaughter of Elendil. Know you the history of the Silmarils?"
"I know a little. They were made in the Blessed Realm and brought here by Morgoth, to the ruin of many."
Faramir nodded. "In them lived yet the light of the Golden Tree and the Silver. In one was the golden light, in another the silver, and in the third their lights were mingled. One perished in the Sea, one perished in the Earth, and the third, the holy jewel of joined light, was placed in the heavens as a beacon of hope. From the light of these same Trees were created the Sun and the Moon."
"Yes, this I also know."
His finger caressed the twining chains in her palm. "Gold for Woman, Sun overhead. Silver for her bright white Groom. Star-jewel for hope born anew when Gold and Silver wed."
He searched her eyes, to see if she understood. "The Silmarils were holy because in them was the light of creation. But they were also symbols of the light of creation that lives in you, and to a lesser degree in me."
She smiled slowly. "And the beacon of hope..."
"Is born of our light mingling."
She looked again at the twining chains and jewel. "It is beautiful," she whispered and he clasped it round her neck.
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