Enough and More

Eowyn loves the many conversations she has with her husband: he fills them with a wisdom and depth unknown to her before, and yet her own judgement is not undermined by them.

She loves his gentle touch which makes her melt in his arms.

But often she looks at him unnoticed, and sees the springy youthful grace of his walk, the confident movements of his strong arms, the quiet determination of his carven features sometimes tempered with a smile, the soft yet keen light of his eyes – and feels it will suffice her to merely sit, and watch, and admire.