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"Faramir?" Eowyn asked, wondering at her husband's amusement. "What is it?"
The Steward shook his head. "Gimli!" he laughed.
"What of him?"
"I was merely strolling along, having a pleasant chat with Legolas, when he marches over with a glare that would
crumble a mountain, wrenches Legolas away, and practically drags him down the hall! Unbelievable!"
"You can't blame Gimli for feeling a bit possessive. After all, you do seem to have a fancy for willowy, blue-eyed
blondes."
"Oh, darling, do leave your brother out of this," Faramir groaned before racing merrily away with his wife hot
on his heels.
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