"What are you reading?"
Éowyn flinched in surprise.
Faramir captured the book just before it landed on the ground, then sat beside his wife and turned the book to read its title.
"'Finduilas' lament' - from my mother's library. How do you like it?"
She blushed. "It's... interesting."
Faramir laughed. "One of my few memories of my mother is her exasperation as well-meaning people kept giving her books about her famous name-sake as presents. Particularly as she did not like the story."
"Neither do I." She began kissing him. "But I do like... this..."
The book dropped again, unregarded this time.
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