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Moonlight.

Moonlight and stars and one needs no sharper knife in the darkness than the sky reflecting against the bright white snow. And so it is the stars on the snow that light his path as he walks beside the lake.

Winter is a cocoon. The stars are freedom. He could walk here like a man through dreams until sunrise and never know the time had passed.

Perhaps he could use some company, though...

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Steph settles back into the snow quietly. She hasn't much more to say. And strangely, talking with Faramir has made her feel better.

She lets her gaze drift back towards the stars. They're pretty. Kon would approve. Would have approved. No - would approve.

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Though he has no children, though even a lover's touch was still something strange and new to him when he arrived here two long years ago, he guides her like a father to lay her head on his shoulder, and tucks the fabric of the cloak around them both.
Be everybody's hero...
It is protective above all else. That is what he does: he can nurture even blossoms in the snow.
...but your own.
And his soul wanders the lights in the sky, and forgets for a while that it is winter.