Here is the next day in Éowyn's diary. I'm sorry that in the previous chapter the spelling was terrible. I hope this one is better. (Once again improvmentsto spelling and grammer)Thank you for the people who reviewed.

27th June, 3010

Well there was me getting excited that today would hold new adventures for me. How wrong I was. Half the day has gone and I have only left my room for an hour in total. I went down to breakfast and was told that I could not go round the White City until I had a tour so I would not get lost. Does uncle not know I have a memory like an Oliphaunt? I learnt the route to Helms Deep with in the first time I went. I could not get lost. But I have to wait for Boromir to take me around. I asked uncle if he could persuade Denethor to let Faramir take me but…

"Faramir can not protect himself, so asking to protect a precious thing like you will be dangerous. Boromir will take you that are my final words." Uncle told me.

This image of Faramir is now appearing in my mind of a 29 year old man, who is thin and twig like. He has thin and stringy brown hair with a cleanly shaved face. When he pulls out his sword it fumbles out of his hand and lands on the floor. But how Boromir talked of him last night shows he has a warm and caring heart. I do not know what to think anymore but my desire to meet him has defiantly not changed.

Not much can be said about the tour. Not saying that Boromir is a bad tour guide but he sure did a pathetic presentation of Minas Tirith.

"That is the stables. Guard houses. Do not go down there or there." It was nice of him to say that it may be dangerous for me but really I wanted to know stories of the place. But after he went I found this lovely garden. No one was in it so I sat down by this tree and watched the birds in the sky, listened to the world around me and wrote this. The flowers here are really relaxing.

Well, I never. I'm not the best judge of character, am I? I must have fallen asleep when sitting in the garden and when I woke there was someone there. When I saw him I jumped out of my skin. With this he laughed at me.

"How dare you laugh at a lady." I complained at him.

"Sorry my Lady but the look on your face was much different to the softness of your sleep."

"How long have you watched me sleep?" I asked. He rose form the bench where he sat and moved towards the sundial.

"Roughly twenty minutes." He said and walked back to his bench which was opposite to where I was sitting. My mouth was open.

"Twenty minutes. You had been sitting there for that long watching me sleep?"

"No, Lady Éowyn I had some reading."

He pointed at a pile of books and I was about to comment on his selection he had when I realised something. He knew my name.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned. Then I noticed it. My diary was not by me. It was in his pile of books. "You have read my diary?" I snapped at him. "How dare you."

"When I walked into the garden I noticed you were sitting in my spot. Then as approached to talk to you I noticed you were asleep. I decided to make it more comfortable for you by removing your book and quill before it damaged your beautiful dress. When I picked up your book I noticed you had a nice hand. As a looked closer at the pages I noticed a fact file on Boromir and that Faramir's name had been mentioned. I then looked at the front page and saw your name in your fact file."

"That still gives you no right to read something that does not belong to you." I was still angry even if he had stopped ink damaging my dress.

"I'm sorry, my lady, but I shall not take offence that you believe that people in Gondor marry at 15 and have families." He laughed

I could not help but blush then. I may have been a bit unfair but served him right in reading my diary.

"But your description of Faramir." Once again the man stood up and walked around the garden while reading from the diary.

"Well I congratulate you. He is in his late twenties. Twenty-seven. The information which you got from Boromir was perfect." When he said this he walked past me and I lunged for the book. But he moved it too high for me to reach.

"Now the part about his hair. It is thick and brown. I believe he is well built and defiantly not twig like and he does have a beard."

The man then handed back my diary and looked at me.

"But the bit about the sword fighting? I do not know where you got that from." He stopped and pulled out his sword. He fumbled around with it and it dropped to the floor. He then began to laugh and picked up his sword.

"That information was more likely to come from father. Boromir would not say that about me."

I stared open mouthed at him again. "Father?" I fell onto the floor. I put my head in my hands and could not look at Faramir.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to write such things."

"It does not matter. It is true though. My brother is not a good tour guide, he is a much better fighter than he is speaker." We both laughed at this and I fell easily into conversation with him. He respected me even though I'm twelve years his junior.


Facts file (Year 3010):

Name: Faramir Son of Denethor and Finduilas. Captain of Gondor

Age: 27

Year of birth: 2983

Family: Father Denethor (Steward of Gondor). Mother, Finduilas died (2988). 1 older brother Boromir (2978).

Marriage status: Single…interesting

Children: None

Aims in life: To protect Gondor from the evil forces from Mordor. Live a happy life with the woman he loves.


When Faramir and I began to talk the sun was 3 quarters across the sky and by the time we had finished the sun was setting and the smells coming from inside suggested dinner would be served soon.

"Will you be joining us today for dinner?" I asked.

"Yes I will. It will be nice to see your Brother and Cousin." Faramir replied. Then an expression appeared on his face which did not look as if he was uncomfortable with the situation.

"Is that the look of 'Help father will be there'?" I laughed.

"Yes, it is. The added pressure of Boromir will not help. When ever he is around the constant harassment is strong." The joy which had filled the garden was now beginning to fade. Faramir's face dropped faster then a pebble in water. I decided that more encouragement was needed.

"Do not worry there will be another fighting for you tonight. Whether it be silent or not."

With this I rose from the grass where Faramir and I were sitting. I turned round and curtsied and walked out of the garden.

As I approached my room my wonderful relatives came over to me.


Facts file (Year 3010):

Name: Éomer son of Éomund and Théodwyn.

Age: 19

Year of birth: 2991

Family: Both parents deceased. One sister called Éowyn (Born 2995). Now live with his Uncle (King Théoden) and cousin Théodred.

Marriage status: Single

Children: None

Aims in life: To protect Rohan from the enemy and look after his sister.


Facts file (Year 3010):

Name: Théodred. Son of Théoden and Elfhild. Prince of Rohan

Age: 21

Year of birth: 2989

Family: Father King Théoden of Rohan, Mother Elfhild (died at childbirth). Two cousins Éomer and Éowyn.

Marriage status: Single

Children: None

Aims in life: Follow in his fathers footsteps, Protect Rohan.


The over protective males in my life seemed to want to know where I had been all afternoon. That was the impression I got from their questions.

"Where have you been?"

"I have been worried sick"

"Never do that again"

Sounds more like how a parent would talk not your own brother and cousin. So I did the mature and sensible thing to do. I walked straight past them and pretended not to hear them.

Seating at dinner was not how I had expected. Lord Denethor was sitting at the top with Uncle; by him was Boromir and then Théodred. To my surprise, Faramir was not at that end of the table but at the far end with us. I expected Éomer and I to be there but not him. At some points the tension could be cut by a knife. Every time Boromir tried to mention Faramir, Denethor would say a remark about Faramir and then say how great Boromir was. Éomer tried to distract Faramir from his father's conversation but that did not work.

"I must attend to my duties." Faramir shot out of his seat and walked out of the room. He had eaten nothing.

At the end of the meal I went over towards Boromir.

"Where does Lord Faramir normally go?" I asked.

The look on his face was a picture. He seemed shocked that I asked that question. I personally see no fault in it.

"I never know. It changes every time. He will have returned by tomorrow."

I thanked him and went back to my room.

It has been a long day. But a part of me wishes it could have been longer. That dinner never came. That Faramir and I could have talked until the end of time.