He never felt like the second choice, or second best. She always made him feel as if he was the one and only. There was something about her; something unlike anyone he'd ever met. He was captivated by her, enthralled with her. He loved her.

She had saved his life. Just by being there, by smiling at him; when she smiled, it took his breath away.

He'd never forget the feeling of the first time he met her. She was beautiful, and still was.

When he touched her, it was like going home; except it was to a home he had never known. His home life had never been what you could call satisfatory. He'd had a brother who was the apple of his father's eye, and who had died too soon, in battle. He had always been the one their father was proud of, the one his father was happy to call 'his son.'

Faramir was second best, and always would be no matter what he did. He wanted desperately to please his father, but nothing he did meant anything.

When she came into his life, it didn't matter anymore. He didn't think about the past and feel tears fill his eyes; he thought about the future and a smile spread across his features. She made him happier than he ever knew he could be.

There had been a time where she had been in love with another, a ranger who would-be-king; he was someone who could not give her what she wanted, what she needed. Unrequited love is the worst kind, and she had felt it deeply; wounds like that tend to heal slowly, but the important thing is that they heal.

Faramir supposed she had always known, at least in the smallest fraction of her heart, that Aragorn could never be what she wanted, could never feel the way about her that she did about him.

She had been crushed, but she had carried on. Eowyn was not one to just sit and watch the world crumble around her; she was someone who knew what she wanted, and would do anything to achieve it. She would not watch everyone die around her, and not do anything to save them.

They were alike, Faramir and Eowyn; they both had immense courage, quite a fair amount of stubbornness, and the ability to see what others could not.

As the world fell down, they did not weep; they were not scared of death, if it would come for them.

Though, as it happened, fait did not intend for them to die that day, in the biggest battle of the the world had ever seen. His wounds would heal, his scars would mend, and they would find one another in the broken palace. She would take care of him, and he her; and she would be loved.

Because they were meant for each other.

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