for Forodwaith

“I know I should,” Éowyn sighed, “but she’s -- “

“She’s what?” Faramir asked with a hint of a grin.

“She’s an elf, “ Éowyn finished, a bit defensively, and if Faramir had not thought it impossible, he would have sworn his betrothed was intimidated.

“Well spotted,” he teased, taking her hand in his. “She is indeed. Does that mean she could not use a friend?”

“But -- what would I say to her?” Éowyn asked. “Just because we’re women doesn’t mean we have anything in common, Faramir!”

“That is true,” he admitted, “but you will never know unless you talk to her.”

Éowyn could not argue with that. “All right,” she sighed, suddenly determined. “I will talk to Arwen. But if it goes badly, you will be the one apologizing to Aragorn.”