Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. I got the plot idea from The First Wives Club by Olivia Goldman. Anything from the lovely world of Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien.
Notes: You might want to read my other fic The Perfect Match, to find out more about Legolas and Lady Caladrim. Don't be afraid to review! This is AU. There was no ring. Eowyn's uncle is still King of Rohan and she is visiting Gondor for a little while. Arwen is still married to Aragorn.
Summary: Lady Galadriel, Arwen, and Lady Caladrim (Legolas's wife) are fed up with their husbands. Lord Celeborn played with Galadriel's mirror, putting his feet in it and giggling. King Aragorn seems to have given up on Arwen now that she isn't an elf and seems to be in Eowyn's company more often than not. Prince Legolas is constantly traveling for his own kingdom and when Lady Caladrim (his wife) tried to help, he wouldn't let her!
Revenge Can Be Very Sweet
Chapter 5
Faramir and Realizations
Arwen marched proudly out of the room after seeing Aragorn again for the first time since her return. She quickly ran- not when anyone was looking of course- to her room and changed out of her traveling clothes and into a simple dress. Not to simple of course- it had to befit a Queen.
After that she ran out to the gardens to meet Faramir.
She arrived rather quickly and sat on a bench to wait for him. Soon, she spotted Faramir looking for her and waved him over to her.
"Sit down" she commanded and Faramir sat. Quickly. Arwen seemed, tense. To say the least. She kepted looking around and if she saw anyone else she would quickly act like she didn't see them.
Faramir couldn't help but wonder…
"Faramir," Arwen said, to get his attention, "do you know why I wanted to talk to you?" Faramir shook his head and Arwen sighed.
"Well, as you may know, Aragorn and I have been having some…problems that need to be worked out." Faramir nodded. Any fool could see that Arwen was unhappy with Aragorn.
"Now, Aragorn seems reluctant to work them out with me," she frowned, "or really have anything to do with me… but that's all for another day. Anyway," she leaned closer to him and looked him square in the eye, "I need you to help me win him back." She finished her statement and sighed contentedly, watching his reaction very closely.
Faramir wondered if she was crazy.
He really did. Any fool could see that Aragorn was in love with Arwen, he just didn't know how to show it. That seemed to be the problem with all men. Faramir added himself into that category. He loved Eowyn with all his heart but he could barely get up the nerve to talk to her. And when he did, it seemed his childhood stutter would come back to haunt him.
After that one time, he could never get up the nerve to talk to her again…
~Flashback~
The courtyard was deserted as the bell tower had just struck noon. Everyone was inside eating except him and his dream, Eowyn of Rohan.
She stood tall and strong next to a bench. Faramir was holding a small bouquet of flowers and his knees were slightly shaking. Time to make his move…
" E-e-Eowyn," he began. Curse it all. His stutter had returned full force. She turned slightly so she could see him.
"Hello Faramir." She smiled and Faramir's heart fluttered in his chest.
"I-I wanted y-y-you to ha-ave thi-s." He thrust that bouquet into her hands and fled quickly, before she could see the redness in his cheeks and tears in his eyes.
To Faramir's utmost embarrassment, Eowyn did see. The next day, when no one was watching, she slipped a note of thanks under his door. It said:
Dear Faramir,
Thank you so much for the thought. The flowers are beautiful. I love them.
Eowyn
p.s. A stutter is nothing to be ashamed of.
~End of Flashback~
Faramir had not been able to look her in the eye since that day. She had known! Almost no one else knew. His stutter only returned when he got excited and, it seemed, when she was around.
Arwen seemed to be able to tell that Faramir thought she was insane because she said to entice him to join her game, "It would help you win Eowyn over…"
Faramir cursed under his breath. Arwen seemed to know what his heart most desired. She knew exactly what to say. Curse the elves and their manipulating ways!
'What do you want me to do?" Faramir sighed. Arwen broke into a grin and leapt off the bench in jubilation.
"I'm going to make him sooo jealous…" she trailed off and stared over Faramir's shoulder. There were Aragorna and Eowyn, walking in the garden…together. Arwen's eyes narrowed and Faramir felt as if he couldn't breathe. If that was how they wanted to play…
Faramir grabbed Arwen and pressed his mouth over hers. Well, he didn't make the rules, might as well break 'em.