Disclaimer: I do not own the genius characters of LOTR. They all belong to Professor Tolkien, and may his memory live on.

A/N: This short fic is basically my thoughts of what might have occurred within the ten days Éowyn was in the Houses of Healing, and how her relationship with Faramir develops. I've tried my best to be as faithful to the novel with the timeline and the language, but it is not an easy feat and I tend to revert to my own style of writing. In some chapters, I've taken dialogue straight out of the novel, but changed them slightly to fit the scenarios of my fic. I hope you guys don't mind. I didn't intend to rewrite Tolkien, but I am only trying to intertwine my fic and the novel smoothly. I hope I succeed in do this, and I hope you guys in joy this fic. Since these chapters are relatively short, I hope to able update and finish this fic quickly.

I do plan to write at least ten chapters, one for each day in the Houses of Healing. As for an epilogue, we shall see if my muse continues to inspires me.

Day One

Éowyn felt that she was being engulfed in darkness. She tried to open her eyes, but she only felt the darkness pull her deeper into its abyss. The last thing she remembered was being in the midst of chaos and death on the Pelennor Fields. She remembered confronting a Dark Rider as she came to the aid of King Théoden. She remembered yelling out her name and revealing her identity as a woman and as Éowyn, Éomund's daughter. Then she remembered stabbing her sword between the crown and mantle of the threatening foe, and as her sword burst into tiny shards, she remembered seeing only darkness.

She thought that she had died. Evil had won, and it was now slowly taking her soul down into the depths of oblivion, as it had taken all her loved ones. But then in the dark silence, she thought she heard voices calling to her, telling her to awake, and that her enemy had passed away. Then she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

"Éowyn, Éowyn!" cried the voice. She realized that it was the voice of her dear brother calling for her to return. She let out a breath and weakly opened her eyes to see Lord Aragorn and her brother standing over her with expressions of joy and relief.

Éomer thought that he no longer had any tears left after grieving over the sight of his dear sister and uncle lying lifeless upon the battlefield, and yet while his sister breathed life again and color returned to her cheeks, tears of joy flowed from his eyes.

Aragorn was relieved to see the shieldmaiden stir to life again. He had feared the worse. Her heart was strong, but her body and spirit were greatly weakened by the formidable confrontation with the Black Captain.

Éowyn looked to Aragorn then shifted her gaze to her brother, and tried to open her mouth to speak, but at first no sound came. She mustered all the strength left in her body and tried again.

"Éomer!" she said weakly, "The dark voices in my dreams told me you were slain. How long have I been dreaming?"

"Not long, my sister," said Éomer. "But think no more it!"

"I am strangely weary," she said. "But tell me, what of the Lord of the Mark? Do not tell me that that was a dream; for I know that it was not."

"He is dead," said Éomer, "but he bade me say farewell to Éowyn, dearer then daughter. He lies now in great honor in the Citadel of Gondor."

"That is grievous," she said. "And yet it is good beyond that I dared hope in the dark days. And what of the king's esquire, the Halfling?" she inquired.

"He lies nearby in this House, and I will be going to him," Aragorn said.

Éowyn's body felt numb but she tried to get up, but with each movement she made, pain overwhelmed her. She ignored her pain and continued struggling to get up.

Éomer gently pushed Éowyn back to lie down. "Dear sister, you should remain here and rest."

"How can I rest now, brother? When we are still at war with evil? As long as there is a rider less horse, I shall become that horse's rider," she insisted.

"My lady, you have done a great service to us, by facing the formidable Witch-King of Angmar, and defeating him where no man had ever succeeded. Now you deserve to rest and regain your strength," Aragorn said to comfort her.

Éowyn knew Aragorn's words were true and were meant to comfort her, but she did not want to lay here waiting for death to come. She looked around the room's unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where am I?" she inquired.

"You are in the Houses of Healing," Éomer informed her. "You will be safe here. Rest, my sister, and wait for my return. Do not lose hope. There is still hope yet."

Éowyn did not dare to hope, but she was relieved to find her brother alive and safe, for now. She suddenly felt all the strength leave her body, and could no longer keep her eyes open. Her eyes slowly closed as she fell into a deep slumber.

Before Aragorn left the maiden's side, he instructed the Warden to make sure the lady rest for at least ten days, since her mind was strong, but her body and spirit were sorely hurt and needed much healing, that only time could mend.