Éowyn looked at the sun streaming in through her window. She felt that her life was perfect. She had servived being face to face with death, her kingdom was still intact and now ruled by her brother, Middle Earth and all its inhabitants were safe, and most importantly; she was in love. Not only in love, betrothed. To the handsome, smart, kind, young Steward of Gondor no less. And now, not only was she royalty of Rohan, but royalty of Gondor, for King Elessar had made her and Faramir Prince and Princess of Ithilien. Life seemed perfect for her.

The light used to give her a headache after a while. Now, her heart was so light and full of love, nothing could keep her down. She quickly got out of bed, and her handmaiden hurried her into a light, yellow dress. She was to have a picnic lunch with Faramir that day, and she didn't want to be spending the entire time fussing over a ridiculously itchy, ruffly, or tight dress.

Making her way through the gardens of Ithilien, she found Faramir sitting on a rock, reading a book. He was dressed in a loose white shirt and dark pants, looking quite dashing in her opinion. She smiled as she looked at him. Something seemed very familiar about him at that moment. Éowyn dismissed it as being something Faramir would typically do...but she kenw it would bother her later.

"What are you reading, Faramir?"

Faramir looked up quickly, his face quickly melting into a loving, gentle smile.

"Good morning to you too. Ah, a book from my fathers library that I must have read dozens of times, as you can see...it's starting to fall apart."

She grinned as she looked at the halphazard state of his book.

He closed the book, still smiling at her. "'Tis a book about the Ainur." he looked down at the book. "They are angelic spirits from which the Valar and Maiar descended. It's called Ainulundale." He gave her a shy smile. "I find them quite fascinating."

"You don't find anything else fascinating, by chance, do you, my Lord?" Éowyn grinned shyly back at him, unable to stop herself from baiting him.

He was next to her with his arms wrapped around her faster than she had time to react.

"If I found you any more fascinating than I do, your brother would kill me before our wedding day!"

They both laughed. He gestured for them to walk, and she conceded, as they stepped onto the path.

"I want to show you something." Faramir told her after they had walked for a few minutes. She looked at him curiously, as they came to a small clearing, where their horses were waiting for them. She delightedly mounted her horse, giving Faramir a broad smile.

"Riding horses; why, Faramir, however did you know I would want to?" she teased him.

"Ah, my lady, this is not the surprise. I consider this just par for the course."

They set their horses at a gallop, as they rushed through the small paths, Éowyn trying not to run into anything out of anticipation. She looked at Faramir's back as they rode, and smiled. She knew they must look strange to any who saw them. A young man and woman racing horses without so much as wearing the proper gear.

Faramir slowed down his horse as they reached a clearing. This clearing contained a small lake surrounded by rocks. Éowyn gasped as she looked around.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed to her love. Faramir smiled as he tied the horses to trees.

"It thought you might like it."

This again seemed very familiar to Éowyn. She couldn't understand why so many things seemed so familiar to her. She must have seen Faramir reading a book hundreds of times. Yet, she had never been to this place before. Why did it feel like she had?

"Strange," she murmured.

"What's strange?"

"I feel like I've been here before." She looked at Faramir, hoping he would shrug and say she must have been somewhere like it in her life. He looked at her strangely though. Almost excited.

"Remarkable." He murmured now.

She ignored the irony in her next remark. "What's remarkable?"

He sighed, walked over to a giant boulder, and sat on it. "I thought it was just me."

"Just you?"

"Yes. I found this place yesterday. When I came upon it, I had a strange feeling, a sense of something. As though I had been here before. Yet, I know I have not."

She nodded. "I have never been here before, either." She went to sit across from him, and looked at him seriously. "This is not the first time today that I've felt something strange."

He looked curious. "When?"

She smiled. "When I saw yu reading your book."

He grinned. "Éowyn, I read a lot."

"Oh, I know." She laughed. "This was different. Something about the way you were sitting, and maybe with what you are wearing. It just seemed very familiar."

He nodded, thinking. "Well, I sit like that when I read, especially on rocks, as I am now."

She nodded.

"As for what I am wearing, I hate to say this, Éowyn, but the last time I wore this was when I was around 28 or 29. You couldn't have been more than 16. I think I would remember you if I knew you when you were 16."

She nodded. "By that time, Gríma had already come to poison my uncles mind. If we had known each other, I wouldn't be surprised if Gríma had poisoned my memory, for I was much younger, so I would not remember you!"

She had meant it as a joke, but the second those words were uttered, she and Faramir froze, looking at each other. Was it possible? Could they...no. They couldn't have. She would remember Faramir. She would.

"Maybe..." Faramir said slowly.

"No, Faramir! I would remember you! I am certain you would also remember me!"

"You just said it yourself. We would have both been much younger, and would not have known of Gríma's deceptive nature yet. We know he was obsessed with you form the beginning. It is possible..."

She shook her head stubbornly. "It is possible, but I refuse to believe it happened."

He sighed. "Well, let's have lunch then, shall we?"

She nodded, a natural smile coming back to her face.

He saw her smile, and gave his own in return. He reached over, squeezing her hand.

"I will never forget you know that I know you, Éowyn. I love you too much."

Her smile grew wider. "And I you."

And it seemed, yet again, as though this had happened before, yet she had never heard Faramir tell her that. She thought.