Elboron snuggled down into his mother’s lap. “Story! Story!” he cried.
Éowyn laughed. “And what story would you like to hear tonight, little one?”
Little Elboron’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “Tell me the story that Dada tells me, Mother! With fighting, and swords, and brave soldiers killing those mean orcs!” He moved his arms as if swinging an imaginary sword.
Éowyn’s smile disappeared. “You know, Elboron, one is not always made brave by fighting.”
Sensing his mother’s serious mood, Elboron stopped swinging his arms and looked up at her solemnly.
Éowyn knew what she needed to say was beyond his understanding, but she kept going. “Sometimes soldiers are scared. Sometimes they wish they had never fought. Sometimes there are scars that can never be healed. Sometimes…” She cut off, closing her eyes.
The figure in the doorway watched a silent tear fall. “Sometimes,” the figure replied, startling Éowyn, “we are called to do things that we must, and we must live with the consequences…”
Faramir entered the room and quickly put his arm around Éowyn, holding her close.
“…but we do not have to face the nightmares alone.”
Elboron looked on in confusion as his mother continued to cry.
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