AN: This story takes place during the fest held in Merethond to celebrate Faramir and Eowyn's wedding.


April 1, 3020

He watched her dancing with another from a long line of young swains. In his opinion, they were all smooth, but vain and shallow. From his observations, he believed she had the same poor opinion of them, for she always seemed to keep herself slightly aloof, no matter how closely they held her for the dance. Though she smiled politely at them it never reached her eyes, and he found himself amused that one after another they would bow over her hand at the end of the dance with a slightly smug expression that showed they believed she had been charmed by her time with them.

The fools never realized that she had responded to each of her suitors in exactly the same way.

She glanced his way from time to time, and even from across the crowded room he could feel that something sparked between them when her eyes met his.

After an hour or so of watching he drained his tankard of ale and stood. She had had her dances with the bland, white-washed nobles of her own country, and was clearly bored with them. Perhaps the 'barbarian' king of the Mark would be more to her taste.


Inspired by Billy Joel's song of the same name.