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15. It's the Thought That Counts...

"I bled for Rohan." Eowyn said, glaring at her reflection. "I gladly gave my heart to Gondor. But this-"

"It is very...fetching," Arwen said, covering her quivering mouth with her hand. The furry hat on Eowyn's head was a love-gift from Faramir, who feared for the health of his wife in Gondor's winter. The halls of Minas Tirith were cold.

"I must lose it somehow," Eowyn muttered. "I shall say it was eaten by my horse."

"He meant well." Arwen patted her shoulder. "You need only wear it once, for Faramir's sake."

Eowyn sighed: The things one endured for love.