At the very moment when defeat seems imminent, victory is won.
No, I’m not talking about how Frodo and Sam manage to destroy the ring right as all their friends are surrounded and outnumbered. Éowyn looks to Faramir for comfort, and they hold hands, right after she calls him “my friend”.
They stand facing northward, the very direction that Aragorn marched away. It’s been a week since he left, and Faramir remarks that meeting Éowyn has both encouraged and scared him in that time. Now, as darkness draws down upon them, he has something to lose.
All is silent and still, eerily so. A darkness looms above the mountains, and a sudden tremor shakes all of Minas Tirith. Faramir tells of the old kingdom of Númenor and its fall, but he doesn’t believe that such an evil is happening now.
Yeah, this very much appears to be the moment that the ring is destroyed. Of course, from Minas Tirith, where no news has come in a week, no one has any clue what’s going on. Something big has happened, but that’s about all you can know. Not knowing is just as terrifying as knowing of some doom, because people are all terrible pessimistic beings.
And so, Faramir and Éowyn stand, fingers intertwined, falling in love at the possible end of the world. Can you picture it any other way? Just the most romantic.
No one dies today.
“‘But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are tight, and a hope…'”