One year to the day since the war of the ring, and some rubble was still in Minas Tirith. Upon the seventh level Faramir walked arm in arm with Eowyn. They were happy and all was well. For hours they would just stare over towards the horizon, clasping each other's hands, just glad to be with each other. Many a day they had laughed and danced in the fields of Pelennor and long had Faramir held Eowyn close to his heart not wanting to let her go. He remembered their first kiss. It was late and the crickets were chirping. Faramir had been given permission to use Lord Aragorn's cook while he was visiting Elrond with Arwen. So he had prepared the table, lit the candles and waited for the love of his life to arrive. When she came through the door, Faramir almost gasped with delight. She stood before him, dressed in a white satin dress, with a thin blue belt of sapphires about her waist. Faramir wished to cradle her in his arms of eternity, until all light was shut out and even the brightest light could not penetrate it. During the meal they spoke of such things that time seeped away like sand through the hand. Once the meal was finished they stood up and Eowyn asked
"Do you love me Faramir, would you go to any means to make me happy." Faramir immediately answered,
"Would I do this if I didn't love you." And he kissed her with passion , she returned it. When Faramir kissed her, he ran his fingers through Eowyn's hair, touched her face gently and felt her tongue in his mouth. From that moment onwards he knew this was the woman he would spend his life adoring. From then on their relationship became happier and happier. They were never seen apart and they kissed as a promise that they still loved each other. It seemed as though their love for each other was their fuel to keep them alight for when they kissed each other they enjoyed the touch of their hands about each other and for hours they would just stand, heads pressed together, kissing whenever they felt it was necessary. This ended up at, during these times of deepest love, about once a minute. The only thing that would stop them would be someone walking in on them. Eowyn loved Faramir and he loved her back. Many times they would sit together, lat into the night by a warm romantic fire just looking at each other. Neither had ever been so happy.
Today was no different, except for one thing. Eowyn was talking and Faramir listened, weighted down by a big question he hoped to ask. He was awakened from his trail of thought as Eowyn rested her head against his shoulder. He kissed her golden curls gently and she raised her lips to his and they kissed him as though longing to remember what the inside of his mouth was like. As they broke apart Eowyn said,
"Your kiss has certainly not got worse over time." Faramir replied by saying,
"Maybe your beauty gives me something to compete against." Eowyn smiled and kissed him again.
"If your sword skills were as good as your kiss then you would be commander of the Gondorian army." Faramir grinned and hugged her whispering,
"I beat you last time." Eowyn laughed and hugged him back,
"You lost fair and square. It's your own fault that you fell over your own feet." They broke apart and Faramir stroked her face gently, loving her more every second he laid eyes on her.
"You have given my life hope, Eowyn, I never want to loose you." Faramir felt now that the time was getting close,
"Life has been brought back to my heart, I can smile once again. All these things are thanks to you, my darling Faramir." She kissed him again and Faramir felt the curves of her slender waist and then closed his strong arms around the small of her back. Faramir then heard the treading of feet and the chink of mail and he lurched away from Eowyn and, with a look of guilt on his face turned to see who stood before them. Aragorn, King of Gondor and his wife Arwen were standing there, grinning slightly but saying nothing,
"Not interrupting anything are we," Aragorn said in a slightly mocking voice, but with a look of seriousness on his face,
"If you will Faramir, I wish your counsel in my hall once you are finished with all other business." With that he turned away and headed away from Eowyn and Faramir.
"Now, where were we," Faramir continued as though nothing had happened, much to Eowyn's amusement,
"I believe you were kissing me, or if will that not do at the present time." Faramir grinned and said,
"From one as beautiful as you, a kiss is always welcome," Faramir felt down her slender neck, her moulded shoulders, her curved waist and to her clenched thighs and with that he swept her off her feet and, after a squeal of delight from Eowyn, rested her gently on a stone bench.
"Are we having another lecture about kissing again because I do not always start the tongues and you were just feeling me up so I am not the only on that does it which makes us even and by the way you are really good at it so you should do it more often…" Her words were cut short but Faramir saying,
"Lady Eowyn, from the first time I laid eyes on you, I have loved you with all my heart and I would not be ever be more honoured if I would be able to you as my wife? And from his pocket, he drew a ring, made of mithril and studded with sapphires, to match her belt that she had worn on the day of their first kiss.
For a moment Eowyn was stunned, but she finally said, holding back tears,
"Never…"
"But I thought that you loved…" Faramir sputtered,
"No let me finish," Eowyn was almost crying but she continued,
"Never in my life have I ever been asked a question that has been more certainly and completely definitely yes." Faramir's face spilt into a huge smile and, his hand shaking slightly, placed the ring on Eowyn's delicate hand.
Eowyn burst into tears of joy and threw her arms around her new fiancé, kissing him so hard he staggered back, then relaxed, returning the kiss with his heart bleeding happiness.
Faramir and Eowyn were engaged. Two halves had been made whole.
