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Note: This chapter Faramir POV

I rolled over one way.

I rolled over another.

It must be at least midnight by now. I worried as I stared at the ceiling.

Ever since I was young I had minor sleeping problems, and they still troubled me.

I sat up in bed and watched Eowyn sleep; she always looked like she was having the most enjoyable dreams.

I sighed.

When I had asked Boromir what I should do he had said that thinking about his day always helped him.

My day had been rather uneventful:

I had gotten up, eaten breakfast, and taken a stroll in the garden with Eowyn before settling down in my study for some reading.

After a few hours I had been interrupted by a letter.

Pippin had sent to tell me he was coming, with Merry, tomorrow.

I chuckled.

There was nothing Pippin found more enjoyable than surprising me; taking me off my guard.

I loved those Hobbits dearly.

When they weren't around, Eowyn jokingly called Merry 'Her Hobbit', so, I called Pippin 'My Hobbit': We always excitedly awaited their visits.

Now I was more awake then ever.

A few years ago Eowyn had recommended that I think about my favorite horses, apparently that's what had helped her get to sleep when she was little.

I thought about horses.

I had loved Boromir's horse, but I loved mine even more.

I thought about all the danger she had dragged me out of, how we were nearly always perfectly in sync with each other.

How she obeyed my every command, and I hers.

Tomorrow I was definitely going down to the stables.

I would take her for a ride, give her lots of apples.

Now I was even more riled up.

Mithrandir had recommended saying beloved poems and verses over and over in my head.

He had assured me it would put me to sleep.

I rolled over again, and started mumbling parts of a half-forgotten verse...

"Faramir! Wake up!" Eowyn laughed as she shook me awake.

"What's so funny?" I mumbled, still half asleep as I pushed some of my hair out of my eyes.

"The way you sleep sometimes..." She sighed as she lay back down on my side of the bed and tried to mimic what I had looked like.

I raised my eyebrows.

She was practically cocooned in the blanket, face buried in the pillow; one arm wrapped awkwardly around her chest, the other splayed out.

"Do I really look like that when I sleep?"

"Sometimes; last night especially."

"Come on; Merry and Pippin are coming today."

"I know. I was the one who told you." Eowyn snickered as she ripped open the window curtains to greet the day.

"Pippin!" I cried in glee as I bent over to hug my friend.

The Hobbits could only come occasionally, but that was enough for us.

We loved them, but still...

Having Pippin stay for a few weeks trained a man to look down his trousers and up his shirt every morning before he put them on; it trained him to inspect his bed thoroughly before climbing in it.

Having Merry stay for a few weeks trained a man to peer into the depths of his tea before taking a sip; check his saddle for those harmless but alarming explosives Merry so loved to put there.

Yes, the two loved practical jokes though they should have been more mature by now.

Somehow I had been able to find it in my heart to forgive them for the dirty leaves stuffed in between my sheets, the pins down my trousers, the spider in my tea.

The explosion when I sat in my saddle had almost put me over the edge though.

I offered up a silent hasty prayer for my safety as I released my friend from the embrace.

"Faramir," Pippin said casually as he thought quietly about how nice the man would look if his chest was painted with blue spirals in his sleep, "I would like you to meet my son."

"Pippin! Congratulations!" I exclaimed, as Pippin pushed the little Hobbit out in front of me.

The boy was very small, and very furry.

"Faramir," Pippin gestured in my general direction, "meet Faramir."

My surprised exclamation got lost and found its way somehow to my nasal passages.

Eowyn had to step out for a moment to wipe the tears of mirth from her face.

The little boy stared up at me with his big eyes.

"Youw my hewo, daddy tews me stowies about youw." He mumbled bashfully as I looked back at him.

I crouched down to be at eye-level with him, before extending my hand.

He took it, and we shook.

"Well?" Pippin broke the silence, "What do you think?" His eyes sparkled as I picked his son up.

"I'm honored to have such a handsome, brave little boy named for me."

Little Faramir hid his face in my shoulder with embarrassment.

"Let's get down to business!" Interrupted Merry, who had been standing patiently to one side all this time.

He glanced at Eowyn and me meaningfully.

"Luncheon!" He exclaimed as he made a rush for the kitchens, quickly followed by Pippin.

"I hope they don't find the jam!" Eowyn worried as she rushed after them.

Too late.

"Mr. Peregrin Took!" I yelled at the top of my voice the next morning, finding my hair in an exquisite braid full of flowers...

Author's note:

I know that this chapter wasn't a lot of humor; I'm just setting the stage...sue me not please!

Next one will be up real soon, I promise.

Love to all my wonderful readers and reviewers! :D