In previous years Faramir dreamt of unescapable darkness, waves of shadow that had the power to divide the world. But, he thinks, that is naught but a thing of the past. Now he sees only that which pleases him.

Faramir sighs and rolls onto his side, and smiles when he sees Éowyn sleeping peacefully beside him. But now, as they lay side by side, Faramir cannot help but wonder if he still dreams.

He kisses her brow and places his hand on her slightly swollen belly. "If I am dreaming," he whispers to her. "Then this is the sweetest dream."