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As I saw her face light up with realization I did something that surprised even me. I leaned up and kissed her beautiful tear stained lips. She went rigid for a moment but then moaned and relaxed on top of me, deepening our kiss in the process. I reached up and put my hand in her hair and stroked her soft cheek with my other. After a moment we had to end the kiss for air – as we both still had weak lungs, something I would most definitely be working on fixing now.
"It is true then?" She mumbled staring at me awestruck. I smiled beneath her and slowly sat up repositioning her so that she was sitting on my lap instead of lying on top of me – I didn't even want to think about what Nestedrin would have said had he seen us in that position.
I leaned my head against her neck and breathed in her wonderful scent. Strangely enough, it reminded me of Rock Rose, and her hair was thick with the smell. How wonderful it is. "Is what true, my love?" I whispered against her hair, marvelling at the softness and light that reflects upon the strands.
"That you love me?" She questioned softly, ever so hopeful. I leaned my head back and laughed; I really couldn't help myself. I had practically threatened to jump of this building with her because of how desperately I was in love with her, and she was still not fully getting it. A ludicrous thought of me stabbing myself may have told her to what length I love Lady Éowyn.
"Vanmelda," I whispered with all the passion that was springing from me. "Never have I felt so strongly for someone." I leaned back and gently touched her cheek. "Éowyn, I love you heart and soul. If you should have asked it of me I would have jumped of the wall to save you from doing it."
She raised her hand and brushed my hair back from my face. "Faramir." She said with a fulfilled smile. She gave a choking laugh as she began to cry again. I was momentarily alarmed by this fact but then realized she was smiling through her tears. "Oh my Faramir." She stroked my cheek and leaned into my neck as she spoke, and I felt a thrill of excitement run through my body. I smiled manically as my own tears wet her hair. We held each other for a moment, marvelling at the newfound love.
I felt Éowyn tense against me as she leaned back to look me in the eyes. She took a small breath and smiled nervously. "I love you too Faramir. I was blind not to have seen it before." My heart stopped beating for a moment as I looked at her face, inches from my own. I slowly moved closer to her, my eyes on her beautiful lips. I paused just before I reached them and took a breath; I then closed the distance between us and lost myself in sweet bliss. We broke apart moments later, gasping for breath. I caught mine first but nearly lost it again as I remembered the reason I had been unable to have Éowyn's love before. I lowered my head in sadness as I thought about the way she had loved Aragorn. Surely there was no hope that she could love me more than she had loved him. This realization had hit me harder than that Orc. It was thousand times stronger.
"Faramir, why do you hide your face?" Éowyn's serene voice washed over me and I had to fight to keep back a sob. My heart urged my mind and speech to be blunt.
"I should not have kissed you, my love." I said simply, and the thought of it was like a dagger to my swirling feelings. Could I lose her again? I am loyal to my Lord but my heart is loyal to Éowyn. Which do I choose?
She tilted her head incredulously. This reaction puzzled me. "Why ever not?"
"I know your heart belongs to another." I lifted my eyes and looked at her beautiful ones. "I know how you love Aragorn."
She looked at me for along moment before pity and understanding softened her gaze. "Oh Faramir." She said as she leaned towards me. "It was but a shadow and a thought that I loved in Aragorn. I loved the idea of being made a queen, and the idea of being safe from Grima. No longer do I desire to be a queen. I should be happy to be a healer. It is you that I love, my Faramir." She looked at me with such love that I knew her words to be true. I studied her beautiful tear stained face and then leaned forward and began to kiss the wet, sparkling tears off her beautiful cheeks.
"What are you doing!?!" A shocked voice cried. I whipped my head up and looked Nestedrin in the eyes.
"Nestedrin!" Éowyn said, her voice was unsure to be surprised or to laugh.
Of all things that are to happen, I could not believe this. "By the Valar, you simply must have the world's worst timing!" I exclaimed with revealed frustration. He flushed scarlet and turned his head while I helped Éowyn up. I brushed off her shoulders and smoothed her hair while she did the same for me. Once satisfied with our appearance I turned back to Nestedrin , who waited with little patience. "Now what did you want?" I said, trying to not sound to annoyed as my last outburst.
Nestedrin looked at me and gave a small huff of indignation. "I wanted to see why you weren't with your brother." He looked at me for a moment then smiled slightly. "But it seems you had a good reason to leave his side."
My face burned deeper than the color of red in shame at his words. I had completely forgotten Boromir! The thought of him battling his illness suddenly to what he could be now was emerging in my mind again, but this time sharing halves with Éowyn. Nestedrin studied me closely and my expression must have told him that he understood anyway. I looked at Éowyn and silently asked her if she would care to join me by Boromir's side. She smiled and nodded her fair head. I turned back to Nestedrin and smiled. "Let's go see if we can wake him up. I think he's been asleep long enough."
"Indeed." Nestedrin said with a coy smile. "Indeed."
"Vanmelda means 'beautiful beloved'"
