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-Nuingaríen
Éowyn, Lady of Ithilien, wife of the Lord Steward of Gondor and mother to their happy brood sat under the shade of her fruit trees one warm summer day mending her son's much abused play clothes. She hummed a Rohirric ballad as she worked, keeping a watchful eye on her three children. The White Lady snipped off a last stray strand of thread and held up the garment to inspect her handiwork.
"Momma?" The small, raven haired girl tugged on her mother's hand.
"Yes, dear one?" answered her mother, laying down her sewing to turn her attention on her daughter. The little girl drew herself up to her full height—which at 5 years old wasn't that much.
"Momma, when I grow up I'm going to marry Ada!" She declared.
Éowyn smothered the ready laugh on her lips when she saw that Morwyn was in earnest. She answered just as seriously, "but child, your father is already married to me."
The child's face fell ever so slightly. "I'll marry 'Boron then!" Her mother shook her head, "I'm afraid you can't marry Elboron, sweetheart."
With a quivering chin the girl whispered, "Rochon?" Éowyn shook her head again.
With tears spilling down her white cheeks, the girl sobbed, "You mean I will be marrying a total stranger?"
A/N
Elboron is Faramir and Éowyn's only named offspring but I doubt that he is an only child. I obviously took some liberties here, the least not being the existence of a brother and a sister.
Just to be clear, the siblings as I conjured them are Elboron, Rochon, and Morwyn.
The story is loosely based on a dialog that occurred between one of my aunts and her daughter when my cousin was about 6 years old. =)