I sighed as I watched Hannah and Legolas ride away. It seemed that all of my friends were leaving me. Only Erica would stay here. Faramir heard my sigh. He took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Lady Eówyn and Prince Faramir," a servant said. "King Elessar wishes to see you."
We followed the servant to the throne room.
"Presenting Lady Eówyn of Rohan and Prince Faramir of Ithilien," the servant announced.
Faramir bowed and I curtsied.
"I wish you to go to Emyn Arnen, Faramir" Aragorn said. "As the Steward, you should have the home of the Stewards. I have already sent servants to make it ready. You may go wherever you wish, Eówyn."
Faramir's eyes shone. "Thank you so much, King Elessar. I shall go there tomorrow."
Aragorn nodded.
Faramir turned to me. "Will you go with me, Eówyn?"
I nodded. "I would love to."
"Then it is decided," Aragorn said. "You shall both leave tomorrow morning. When I need your services as Steward, Faramir, I will send a messenger for you."
Faramir nodded. "Of course, my lord."
Faramir bowed and I curtsied. Then we walked out of the throne room. I looked out of a window and saw that night had fallen.
"I am tired," I said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Faramir said.
He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Then, my head spinning, I went to my room and fell asleep.
The next morning, I packed my dresses, mirror, and sword. Then I walked down to the stables where Faramir and Erica were waiting. I hugged Erica.
"I know you need a horse, but we actually don't have any," Erica said apologetically. "The war took most of our horses. I'm sorry."
"You can ride with me if you wish," Faramir said shyly.
"I'd love to," I replied.
The grooms readied Faramir's horse, Baranor. Then they helped Faramir and me onto him. I grabbed onto Faramir's waist and Baranor trotted down the streets. The people cheered for or waved at Faramir as he passed.
We arrived in Emyn Arnen after one day, which was where all the Stewards of Gondor had lived in the days of the King. It was very beautiful, and we had it all to ourselves besides the servants. Faramir had never been there before, as Denethor and his mother had lived in Minas Tirith since there was no King.
He and I smiled at each other as we walked into the stone castle. It was huge! We walked past room after room of beautiful furniture and expensive-looking paintings and rugs. Then we saw the library. We ran in and separated, both looking through the endless shelves of books. I knew we had found the place where we would be spending a lot of time. We both found a book and settled down on a window seat together, our shoulders brushing as we read quietly.
