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Revenge Can Be Very Sweet
Chapter 6
All Things End Well
Aragorn had been having a good day, considering. Considering that Faramir, his chief advisor, kept glaring at him, Eowyn kept winking at him, his wife comes home after a long weary journey and shows no affection to him what so ever, and, to top it all off, he sees his chief advisor and his wife kissing, or, as his son liked to say, K.I.S.S.I.N.G., in the garden.
This means war.
No, seriously. All out war. Starting now.
And with that, Aragorn marched over to his wife, Arwen, and his chief Advisor, Faramir, and pushed them apart. Then Aragorn landed a right hook on Faramir and down he went.
Or, at least, that's what he planned to do.
But first, Eowyn gripped his arm tightly and whipped him around to face her.
Just as suddenly, she leaned in a planted her lips on his.
Aragorn was suddenly wide-awake. His eyes remained open to see Arwen push Faramir away, come storming over to Aragorn, followed closely by Faramir, and push Eowyn away from him.
Eowyn would have done a face plant in the mud, but, just in time, Faramir caught her and they both landed in the mud, one on top of the other.
But, before Aragorn could see anything else, a dainty hand came into his vision and slapped him. Absentmindedly, Arargorn put a hand up to his face to feel it. His cheek stung. But the words that were said next, made Aragorn forget about his cheek.
"That hurt me more than it hurt you" Arwen whispered in his ear.
Of course, when she said that, Arwen forgot that Aragorn did not have elven hearing. She sighed in irritation. Aragorn couldn't even hear that.
Before she could repeat herself, Aragorn frowned and said "What?"
Arwen sighed again and said, a little louder this time, "That hurt me more than it hurt you." Aragorn looked at her.
"I doubt that." he said, but with a smile on his face. Arwen broke into a smile and she knew that everything would be alright for them in the end.
But would it work out for Faramir?
~Faramir's pov~
I was racing beside Arwen when I saw her push Eowyn away.
That was it. I decided that Arwen was a cruel and heartless elf. After all, she pushed my baby.
Did I just do that? Did I just call Eowyn my baby?
Oh no.
This was it.
I was in love.
But how did she feel? Did she love me back? Did she feel the same way about me that I did her? I saw stars every time I looked into her eyes. Which, okay, wasn't all that often but still. Even though Arwen was the Evenstar, when I kissed her, I felt nothing. No emotions stirred in my heart. All I could think about was Eowyn.
When I kissed Eowyn, would it feel this way?
When? What do I mean, when? It could only be if. If I kissed Eowyn…
I quickly put my mind back to the task at hand, which was to stop Eowyn from falling in the mud.
I raced forward as if on cue, and caught her.
Oh, curse it all.
I was not on balance. I was falling, falling…
I knew, though, that if I died like this, I would be happy because I had Eowyn in my arms.
We landed with a splash, literally. She on top of me. I took deep, steadying breaths. I would not ruin it all now.
Calm.
I will be calm.
Despite the fact that I've got the girl of my dreams lying on top of me, not seeming to want to get off.
It would really help if I was calm now.
Then, she smiled at me. I blushed and my heart sped up. Eowyn giggled. Oh, how I loved her giggle. Even though this was the only time I'd heard it. It was beautiful. Just like her.
~Eowyn's pov~
He didn't seem to want to let go of me.
Seriously.
His hands stayed on my waist and kept me pinned to him. I could hear his heart's steady beat.
Not that I minded being close to him.
Why else would I flirt with Aragorn? No offense Arwen, really, but Aragorn is boring. He doesn't do anything. Plus, he talks too much. Doesn't he know the true value of silence?
But Faramir did…
I had been trying so hard ever since that day he gave me flowers to get him to talk to me. Or at least make eye contact.
Nothing.
No results. I swear, he's the only man I know who is completely immune to my charms and witty repartee.
Ha ha ha.
I had never met anyone else who had a stutter like mine. Of course, I got rid of mine a long time ago, but still. People in Middle Earth didn't normally get stutters.
I smiled at him. Maybe he needed a little helpful incentive to get him to make a move on me.
Hmm…
What could I do? Well, I was lying on top of him.
So, I leaned down and kissed him. Definitely a better kiss then Aragorn's.