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To Be Blest
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"I never wanted to be an Assassin, you know," said Faramir wistfully. "I liked reading."
Eowyn shook her shining hair back, and put her helmet back on. Faramir tried to pretend he wasn't staring at her, but Eowyn was doing a better job of it than he was.
"Then why did you become an Assassin?" she said.
"My father," said Faramir. Anybody else would have raised an eyebrow, but Eowyn simply looked at him, her face serious and lovely.
"It's not much of an explanation unless you know him," he said. Eowyn nodded.
"I know," she said. "I joined the Watch after my uncle died. Everyone at home thought I ought to get married."
"You could do both," said Faramir.
Eowyn gave him a proud look.
"I don't want to," she said. Faramir had never wanted anything more than to change her mind.