Pippin lifted his head up and blinked. Legolas smiled and strutted up.
I am so sorry, we didn't know someone would actually come in here. Legolas whispered.
Sam shook his head and started to walk. He left the room without a word. He tried to find another spot he could be but he just didn't even know how to act. His mind was so full of depressed thought.

Dinnertime came to no avail to Merry, Sam, Eowyn, Frodo and Faramir. Somehow Frodo felt like time had almost...sped up?

The table had been set for only 5. Elrond had more business than dinner to attend to. Aragorn and Arwen need sometime together in the gardens. The first arrive to dinner was Faramir. He looked as if he was trying to ipress...Eowyn. Next Sam walked in such a wreck, Faramir nearly kissed him. Merry and Frodo entered at the same time...but unknowingly. The four men sa tin their places waiting. Finally, Eowyn appeared in the most unqueenlike clothes one could imagine. It looked as if she had taken some of Faramir's underclothes. She sat down next to Faramir. Eowyn looked very much out of it and woozy.
Hello love, Isn't a lovely day? I think so, ahahahahah? Eowyn asked.
Frodo looked at Sam as he looked at eowyn and shrugged.
Eowyn? What have you done? Faramir questioned. Eowyn took a sip of her wine.
Ooooh, love. I didn't do a thing. I am just fine... She smiled at Faramir, but this smile wasn't a right kind of smile. Faramir felt so disturbed. A maid came out pouring more wine and ladling soup into small bowls. Eowyn left her arms across the table to take a piece of bread. One of the sleeves rolled back and revealed 3 gashes in Eowyn fair skin. One still bled.
Eowyn?! Really. What is this? Merry asked politely.
I'm FUCKING fine! she screamed.
Merry opened his mouth to say more but Faramir waved him off. Eowyn's eyes began to well with tears when Sam smiled at her.
Eowyn, I agree. You are fine. This is no problem... he stuttered.
Merry tired to kick Sam underneath the table but Sam grabbed his hand lovingly. Eowyn smirked at Samwise.
Not all hobbit are bad. Or inquisitive, I see. She whispered to Sam loud enough for Merry to hear.
Frodo looked at Eowyn with exclamation. No one had noticed Sam and Merry gazing at each other so lovingly, as something had hit them.
I must leave. I have to uh...SLEEP! Merry said.
Sam grinned at him.
Me as well!
The two hobbits smirked at each other at they leaped up from they're places.
My lover, my lord. I need my rest. My back is hurt and I have some affairs to attend to with dear, Bilbo. Frodo whispered.

Eowyn now found herself in a difficult situation. Faramir was a worried man and questions were bound to be asked of her.
Love, take my shirt off. he said.
Eowyn lifted the shirt off and she only had a white camisole underneath. Faramir finally looked upon her arms, her arms so pale and soft. There were at least 5 deep gashes on each arms and many tiny scrapes all over.
Sweet tender Eowyn, We know what we have done. And it really is not a big deal! Faramir cried.
THIS IS NOT A BIG DEAL?! she exclaimed.
She stood and looked as if she was about to slap Faramir when we fell into his arms crying.
Faramir! I feel so horrid for everything. I've treated you appallingly these past weeks before we marry. Our wedding...it is in 4 days! she cried.
Faramir took her hand and led her down the hall. Her arms still bled, but she was in a euphoric state just being with Faramir. He was the one for her.

Merry and Sam snuck into an old library. Which seemed to be empty. They couldn't keep their hand off each other. They lay on the ground kissing and feeling. Sam pulled Merry on top of him and ripped at his breeches. He started to feel Merry's manhood when he heard a noise, a cough. Merry grinned at Sam and started to slide his breeches off.
Merry! I head something! Sam whispered loudly.
Merry nodded and they stood up and saw Gandalf looking though history of Middle-Earth only 10 feet away. Merry and sam quickly like lighting threw their clothes back on and guffawed a bit too loud. Gandalf had noticed them.
Young love? No. This is lust. Samwise Gamgee? Meridoc Brandybuck!? ahah. An unlikely pair. Very interesting... he trailed off.
He hobbled up to Sam.
I am guessing you do not want the young Rosie lass, to figure out right?