Hiya! Elen sila lumenn omentielvo. I do not own Lord of the Rings, they belong to Tolkien. This story involves child abuse. I hope you can see the horror of that atrocity and the effects it has on children. Rated PG-13 for violence.
Author update: Hello. I'm re-posting 'Faramir's story' after changing a few things (nothing drastic) and editing. I just wanted to smooth things out a bit.
Denethor son of Ecthelion gazed into the eyes of his new bride Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. When he first met the young woman, the Steward's heir had fallen instantly in love. Now they were married, together forever. Yet sometimes he wondered if she loved him as much as he loved her. As they walked through the gardens, arm in arm, Denethor gathered his courage and asked her. "Finduilas, do you love me?" Finduilas seemed startled by the question, but as she stared into his eyes she saw his anxiety.
"Denethor, I love you more than anything on this earth. You are my stars and my sea. I will always and forever love you." Her husband smiled, content that he held the love of his wife and they walked the gardens, enjoying being with each other.
This was just the first introductory chapter, more will come. Please review.