Hey, just wanted to say how glad I am that y'all like the development of the relationship between Faramir and Éowyn in my story. I think their romance isn't any less than Aragorn and Arwen's (though perhaps less in the drama), and I had been looking forward to seeing them together in the third movie but now I have to wait for the extended version of the movie to see it! And therefore meanwhile I am just satisfying myself by writing all about it in this story.

CHAPTER 37 : The Vision

The whole city was in a festive spirit, and Faramir finally allowed himself to relax, the more important tasks already done. Éowyn had been discharged from the Houses of Healing, but had decided to stay on, and so he often went over to spend time with her. Today he was trying to convince her to come to the celebration the city was having that night.

"There will be plenty of celebrations when the King returns to Minas Tirith," she said.

"But this is just for the people," Faramir pointed out. "Nothing fancy! Come, I promise you will have a good time." He smiled slyly. "Liana wants you to come."

"You're horrible… you know that, don't you?" Éowyn smiled, finally giving in.

Just one look around and Éowyn did not regret coming to the celebration with Faramir. The upbeat music, the smiles and laughter… everything combined, and her spirits soared. She delighted in the feel of Faramir's arm around her waist, delighted in having Liana's little hand in hers. Everything was perfect.

Faramir sat next to Liana, watching her eat her honey cake. Liana looked over at him and smiled. "Éowyn is very nice," she said.

Faramir looked over at Éowyn, speaking with Alban not too far away. She glanced over at him, and smiled, making Faramir's heart skip a beat as it always did when she smiled at him. He then turned back to Liana. "Yes, she is very nice."

Liana giggled. "You look at her funny."

"How so?" Faramir asked, amused.

"I don't know… you look at her like how Father looked at Mother."

Exposed by a child… Faramir felt his cheeks heat up. He laughed, ruffling Liana's hair. "You know, sometimes I think you see far too much."

Liana giggled again, trying to tidy her hair. She nodded. "I like Éowyn. I think Mother would have liked her a lot too."

"You think so?" In his heart, Faramir knew that Liana was right. Aislin and Éowyn would have been the best of friends. Just knowing that made him feel even better about everything. He got up and went over to Éowyn, intending to ask her to dance.

Liana watched from her seat as Faramir danced with Éowyn among the other couples. Both were laughing, and seemed to be having a lot of fun. Liana grinned. They reminded her of her adopted parents, somehow. She didn't know exactly what it was between them, but they were a lot like Boromir and Aislin.

A flash of red caught her attention, and she rubbed her eyes, not believing what she saw. But it was real. It had to be real. Just a little distance away from all the dancing couples, she saw her parents dancing in each other's arms, smiles on their faces. Boromir leaned over to whisper something in Aislin's ear, and she laughed. Liana heard it with her own ears, that familiar, melodious strain that had comforted her so many times in those nights when she had nightmares about monsters.

Is that real?

"Liana? Liana?"

The child snapped out of her reverie, and looked up at Éowyn. "Is there anything wrong?" Éowyn sat down next to her, concerned. She had seemed to be completely in a world of her own…

"Nothing's wrong." Liana smiled, and then pointed. "I saw my parents."

Éowyn followed the direction of her gaze, and gasped. There was a tall man, with features close to Faramir's, and dancing with him was a woman with reddish hair and beautiful green eyes. They seemed oblivious to everything but each other; their eyes never wandered from each other's faces. Something about seeing them invoked a feeling in Éowyn; a feeling of ultimate peace, a feeling of completion. As she stared on, entranced by the sight she was sharing with Liana, the woman gave a final laugh, and they both faded out of sight.

Éowyn sat in stunned silence for a moment. They had faded away into nothingness, growing translucent against the festive background, finally invisible, but she knew that what she had seen was real. It had to be, there was no other way to explain it. And the feelings! They were definitely real, there was no way such feelings could have been just her imagination. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever felt such happiness, such contentment.

"You saw them too, didn't you?" Liana finally broke the silence, and was looking up earnestly at Éowyn.

Éowyn smiled and nodded. "Your mother… she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"She only looks that way when she's with Father."

Didn't want to let Boromir and Aislin go from this story, because they've both played really important parts in it and you just can't let them die and suddenly disappear like that. Also, being a complete hopeless romantic, I like to use them as a chance to describe what I think is a perfect love. It's very sweet and fun to write.