"Aragorn, I need to break up with you. Don't get me wrong; because it's not you it's

Faramir ...and me...well, the reason is... I cheated on him with you, and now...I'm

pregnant."

Those were the last words Arwen said to him. Aragorn was standing outside. He was

contemplating his shuffled thoughts on his troubled mind. It was done. The ring was

cast back into the fires of mount doom. HE was alone. Sure, he was king of Gondor, but

he was missing one thing. A queen. But who? There was no eligible lady in the land

until.... Eowyn. Had she married? He wasn't sure. He always had felt that attraction to

Eowyn, the new princess of Rohan, yet he dismissed it for Arwen. Arwen. He had

brushed aside his feelings for Eowyn to save Arwen, his first love. His last love, he was

sure of it. Maybe it was time to revisit Rohan and rethink a few things. He saddled his

horse, Brego, and Awayyyyy.....he went!

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Eowyn rubbed her tear-stricken face. It wouldn't do for her face to get all blotchy, but

then again, she had a good reason. Her fiancé, Faramir, had impregnated Arwen. He

said he was envisioning her. He told her a bunch of lies. He betrayed her and left her out

to dry. He hastily called off thee marriage, and left with Arwen to Eru- knows-where.

She had already been rejected by Aragorn, a few months ago, and true, she still had

feelings for him, but those feelings disappeared as soon as she met Faramir. Faramir, he

could always make her laugh. She now mourned the loss of her uncle as well as her love.

"Princess, Eowyn? It's time to go to dinner now."

"I'll be along, Ally." (THERE I PUT YOU IN MY FIC!!!!)

"As you wish, princess." All right, where she is going is a honor banquet in honor of the Fellowship. Till next time, this is Buyogal.