RAINBOWS CHAPTER SEVEN

Dawn came the next morning and found Eowyn wrapped around Arwen's strong body. 'Mmmmm…I could get used to waking up like this.' Gazing down at the sleeping elf, Eowyn couldn't help but wonder if she still might find out it had all been a dream.

'Is it possible to fall in love with someone so quickly? Especially another woman? And no matter what Arwen likes to think, I have a feeling Eomer could have plenty to say about all this. Oh, well….if it is a dream then it is a good dream and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.' Nibbling little kisses down her lover's throat, Eowyn began to sing a little song Eomer used to sing to her when they were children. "Wake up, sleepyhead….wake up, sleepyhead….will you spend the day a-bed, or will you rise to play?"

Opening one eye, Arwen couldn't help but smile at the silly look on Eowyn's face. 'She really will be a wonderful mother.' "Just what kind of play do you have in mind? Hmmm?"


"Oh, no, my elf…..keep those magical fingers and that tongue of yours to yourself! We are getting up…getting dressed…and getting out of here. I was not kidding when I said my brother will have half the riders of the Riddermark out looking for me. I have to get back and it's a long ride…..so no matter how much you try and tempt me – 'Valar! Where did she learn to do such things with her hands? No wonder Aragorn is so upset to lose her!' – it will not work. Now get up and get going and if you're a very good little elf I will tell you the story of how I slay the witch king and almost married the Steward of Gondor."

"Almost married the Steward of Gondor?", a still sleepy and slightly amorous Arwen blurted out as Eowyn pulled away from her. "That little tale apparently slipped your mind when we were sharing every detail of our lives. Am I going to have to draw swords with the poor man over this?"

"Nay….nothing like that. But if you want details….GET UP!"


An hour later the sun was still low on the horizon as they rode out of the forest. ' Arwen is right. This forest is sacred now. And to think I've spent my entire life terrified of it!'

"All right, little one. Out with it – tell me how I have just spent the past few days making love to an engaged woman."

"First of all, I didn't say engaged. I said I almost married. And he is a perfectly lovely man named Faramir."

'I am a longdaughter of Luthien….I am an elf…I will not be jealous of some man named Faramir. But what exactly does she mean by lovely?'

"What exactly do you mean by lovely? And not that I am not grateful, but why, if he is so lovely, are you here with me instead of waking up next to him in your marriage bed in Gondor."


'Is she jealous? Can elves even be jealous? Someday I am going to have to tell Faramir about this…he will love it!'

"I mean lovely in that he is very kind and handsome and very sweet. He was wounded during the siege of Minas Tirith and we met in the Houses of Healing. Aragorn…remember him? The man you were almost married to? …..actually saved both our lives. I told you about that. Well, we met and for a while I think he thought he loved me. I think he planned to ask me to marry him- and probably would have- if Eomer hadn't practically had kittens over the whole idea. That was the main reason he rushed me back to Rohan - he didn't want me to marry Faramir."

"And what about you? Did you want to marry Faramir?"


By this point the horses, bored with having been cooped up in a forest for days, had sped up and Eowyn almost had to shout to be heard over the sound of hoofbeats. "No, I don't think I did. I like him very much…I may even love him as I love Eomer….but I don't think I ever loved him the way a woman should love the man she marries. My heart was too troubled. And it might have stayed troubled had I not found you."

"You say the nicest things. I don't care what anyone else says, Eowyn of Rohan, you are every bit a lady. My lady. And I am ever so glad I won't have to fight anyone for your hand. If you weren't in such a hurry to get to your brother, I would stop these horses and show you just how glad."


"And I don't care what anyone else says about you, Arwen of Imladris, you are a wicked,shameless elf! Now see if you can catch me!" And at that Eowyn nudged her horse into a gallop

' I am going to have to keep some distance between us if I don't want to find myself naked and rolling around on the plains of Rohan. It would be just my luck that Eomer would ride right upon us.'