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Asia: Yea, you do have a one-track mind. I'm slightly frightened now.

Mysterious Black Cat: Boromir was rolling on the floor because I as the author found it funny. :)

Cassandra Anthemyst: Of course Éomer didn't enjoy that. Éomer is bent on protecting Éowyn's virtue and therefore spoiling all her fun.

Malta: I don't think it was my idea. But use it all you want!

Silindro: Thanks, I love you too. :)

Acacia: Fast rate? I haven't updated in over a week! And I feel just awful about it too. Here's fluff to make up for it.

Auror: No, not over yet….one more chapter after this and then a SEQUAL! Woot woot!

Gryphix: Hopefully. :)

Iska Anoron: Not done yet, and thanks for the compliments!

Lurker: Yup you do and here it is! Without further ado:

A/N: AUGHHHH! Have not updated in over a week! This chapter is pure fluff. Just so you know and all.

Chapter Seventeen: Wedding

"Dear Valar. I am so nervous."

"Naturally." Arwen continued brushing my hair, the soft strokes calming me as she spoke. "I imagine Faramir is too. I know I certainly was, and Estel and I had loved each other for far longer then you and your lord." She chuckled. "Or at least we told each other sooner."

I blushed, hotly. It was only three weeks since Faramir and I had confessed our love to each other, and no one had let us forget it, least of all Éomer and Boromir. "It isn't funny."

"Yes it is. Do you want your hair up or loose?"

"Loose, I think. We don't have enough time to put it up."

"True," Arwen said, glancing at the sun outside the window. "Here. It's a good thing you waited for spring, or you wouldn't have all these lovely flowers for your hair." She placed the wreath gently on my head, and I stood up, smoothing the white dress down over my stomach.

"You look lovely, Éowyn," she said, smiling.

I did, too. White had always been my best color. Arwen had produced white flowers from her garden, and her grandmother had sent silver roses from Lothlorien. I adored those silver roses, and if I ever went to Lothlorien I would beg some seedlings from the Lady.

I was getting nervous again. My stomach churned and rolled, and for one moment I felt as though I would throw up, but it passed. I reached up and touched my hair-clasp (which I still refused to part with) and my confidence returned. He who gave me that would not abandon me.

"Come, Lady Éowyn," Arwen said softly. "Your wedding awaits."

I followed her out into the hall of Minas Tirith. It had made sense to have the wedding here, since Éomer and Lothirial had been married here only a week ago. My brother had stopped grumbling right about then, and the entire population of Edoras had trooped down to Minas Tirith anyway, so no one would miss out.

Speaking of the entire population of Edoras...they all seemed to be waiting in the Great Hall of Minas Tirith, and the butterflies in my stomach instantly tripled in number. It was very quiet, and the priest who stood ahead was being eyed closely by Gandalf. Aragorn, looking quite miffed at being an ordinary groomsman, stood next to Merry and Pippin, and I smiled to see them. Merry waved, and got smacked by Pippin, then Aragorn moved between them and a disaster was averted. Boromir stood next to the altar, looking unbearably smug, and next to him...

My butterflies disappeared. Next to Boromir stood Faramir, his hair neatly combed for once, and love and joy shining out of his gray eyes. How could I be nervous, with him waiting for me? I smiled back at him, and as I stepped into the Great Hall, I saw my future. It was a future filled with love, happiness, laughter, friendship, and eventually children. I knew there would be trials, but after the ones we had already faced, I knew we could come through them together.

I came even with Faramir, took his hand, and faced the priest.