Faramir had been a bit put out since Lothiriel and Éomer had disappeared. Died, they said, but he refused to believe that. It was easier to believe that they had returned home, where they were supposed to be, where they could be happy riding their horses again across the plains of Rohan.
But it had left Meduseld very cold and empty, with no one there except he and Éowyn. It also made things a little more awkward.
He had risen early this morning, and had made the long walk from the city to the park, where he could stroll as he wished.
He couldn't help but smile as he saw the woman with her child, and approached her with a smile. Children always brought a smile to his heart, for they were a new beginning, a clean slate with which to try this strange thing called life anew.