Chapter Five
A/N: Yeah I know Eowyn and Faramir were betrothed at the end of ROTK but who cares? This is fanfiction :-) And I enjoy changing things around. Let's see....I don't remember who asked, I would check but I'm not online as I'm writing this, but thanks for the word 'settee' it works really well. And to someone else who asked....I've read the books through twice, and you'll get a date this chapter :-) lol that sounded amusing..."get a date this chapter.." uhh never mind. Last thing, I was feeling lonely while writing this so if there's more fluff than usual forgive me....oh well, I'll shut up, here's chapter 5.
May 1, 3021
It has been two years to the day since Aragorn has been crowned King of Gondor, and I must say he is doing a much better job at it than he was in the beginning. He has gained some tact, but not enough to win all of my favor back. He still has a ways to go before I can forgive him, entirely. Of course I will, but not yet. I am not yet ready.
But enough of Aragorn, let's get down to more important matters....
I have found my soul mate in the Steward of Gondor, I can hardly believe I can love, trust, and just enjoy someone's company so much. It almost makes it tolerable that Aragorn and I have not yet mended fences. Arwen and I, however, are becoming very close friends. That's something I honestly never believed I could say, but now....I do not know, I find her to be a very nice companion. The fact that she has Aragorn does not phase me anymore. I suppose this is a good thing.
I've gotten off topic again. What I really wanted to write about was Faramir, and how I believe we shall have a wedding soon....provided he asks me, of couse –
"Hello there," a familiar voice said from behind her. Eowyn jumped and slammed her book shut. "Jumpy, are we?"
"You tend to make me so," she replied, kissing him.
He smiled. "There's to be a grand feast tonight in the dining hall, followed by a round of dancing festivities, and I was going to ask you if you'd be so kind as to go with me."
Eowyn pretended to think it over. "I don't know, what if I get a better offer?"
Faramir laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
"I don't have anything to wear."
"I took the liberty of taking care of that for you," he said, and at that moment Arwen walked in, cradling a stunning blue and silver dress in her arms.
Eowyn gazed at it a moment in shock. "Oh Faramir....you're too good to me...." She ran over to Arwen and held it up against her. "How did you ever get my measurements?"
"We asked the dressmaker that made your dress for mine and Aragorn's weddings," Arwen said without the slightest trace of shame. "I had to help him a bit, he wanted to get you a red dress."
"Red?" Eowyn laughed. "I look horrible in red. Yes blue is much better...." She looked to Arwen. "So what's this for, exactly?"
"The hobbits are coming – Samwise, his wife Rosie, daughter Elanor, Merry, his wife Estella, Pippin, his wife Diamond....we figured they'd always appreciate a good celebration."
"Do Merry or Pippin have any little ones yet?" asked Eowyn.
Arwen shook her head. "No, but I hear Pippin is planning on it soon."
Eowyn smiled. "It will be good to see them again."
"Yes," Arwen said. "I'll leave you two alone, I'll see you tonight."
"Of course, see you tonight."
Eowyn looked to Faramir, still clutching the dress in her arms. "Thank you," she said simply. "I love you."
"And I you," he said warmly. "Now put it on! I want to see what it looks like!"
"You can wait till tonight," Eowyn said playfully. "It won't hurt you."
Faramir groaned. "Please?"
She laughed. "No, you can wait..." She threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly for a moment. "You can wait...."
Faramir, taking advantage of the situation, picked Eowyn up and lay her down on the settee. He sat on his knees beside her and ran his fingers through her hair. "You'll be the most beautiful one there tonight."
"No, no, Arwen's got me beat there," she pointed out.
"I don't think so."
"Well, you haven't seen the hobbits' wives, how do you know they won't be stunning as well?"
Faramir looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I like my women over 3'6", thank you."
"I guess I'm lucky I wasn't born a hobbit then," Eowyn said playfully. "Otherwise I'd be too short for your taste."
"No....I think you'd make a wonderful hobbit as well."
"Do you want something?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You seem awfully nice," Eowyn teased. "I've never known you to be so nice unless you really want something."
"The only something I really want is you, and you'll take me anyway, nice or not."
"Oh really?" Eowyn looked at him, suppressing a smile. "I think if you were cruel I would most certainly not take you."
"Well – I meant – oh you know what I mean." He smiled in spite of himself. "Listen. I have to get back to supervising the guards, but I will come and get you around sundown tonight, all right?"
"Of course," Eowyn said. "I'll be ready."
"You'd better be," he said, kissing her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He smiled and left for work once more.
Eowyn sighed and rolled over on the settee. Maybe he'd ask tonight. She certainly hoped so, she wanted to settle down with him, have a few children, lead a wonderful life. She could only hope he wanted the same.
A/N: I just read over this again....and once again, the fluff came naturally, forgive me (bows head) urgh I'm never that bad....but anyways hope you liked, review pleaseeeeee
Kaima
A/N: Yeah I know Eowyn and Faramir were betrothed at the end of ROTK but who cares? This is fanfiction :-) And I enjoy changing things around. Let's see....I don't remember who asked, I would check but I'm not online as I'm writing this, but thanks for the word 'settee' it works really well. And to someone else who asked....I've read the books through twice, and you'll get a date this chapter :-) lol that sounded amusing..."get a date this chapter.." uhh never mind. Last thing, I was feeling lonely while writing this so if there's more fluff than usual forgive me....oh well, I'll shut up, here's chapter 5.
May 1, 3021
It has been two years to the day since Aragorn has been crowned King of Gondor, and I must say he is doing a much better job at it than he was in the beginning. He has gained some tact, but not enough to win all of my favor back. He still has a ways to go before I can forgive him, entirely. Of course I will, but not yet. I am not yet ready.
But enough of Aragorn, let's get down to more important matters....
I have found my soul mate in the Steward of Gondor, I can hardly believe I can love, trust, and just enjoy someone's company so much. It almost makes it tolerable that Aragorn and I have not yet mended fences. Arwen and I, however, are becoming very close friends. That's something I honestly never believed I could say, but now....I do not know, I find her to be a very nice companion. The fact that she has Aragorn does not phase me anymore. I suppose this is a good thing.
I've gotten off topic again. What I really wanted to write about was Faramir, and how I believe we shall have a wedding soon....provided he asks me, of couse –
"Hello there," a familiar voice said from behind her. Eowyn jumped and slammed her book shut. "Jumpy, are we?"
"You tend to make me so," she replied, kissing him.
He smiled. "There's to be a grand feast tonight in the dining hall, followed by a round of dancing festivities, and I was going to ask you if you'd be so kind as to go with me."
Eowyn pretended to think it over. "I don't know, what if I get a better offer?"
Faramir laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
"I don't have anything to wear."
"I took the liberty of taking care of that for you," he said, and at that moment Arwen walked in, cradling a stunning blue and silver dress in her arms.
Eowyn gazed at it a moment in shock. "Oh Faramir....you're too good to me...." She ran over to Arwen and held it up against her. "How did you ever get my measurements?"
"We asked the dressmaker that made your dress for mine and Aragorn's weddings," Arwen said without the slightest trace of shame. "I had to help him a bit, he wanted to get you a red dress."
"Red?" Eowyn laughed. "I look horrible in red. Yes blue is much better...." She looked to Arwen. "So what's this for, exactly?"
"The hobbits are coming – Samwise, his wife Rosie, daughter Elanor, Merry, his wife Estella, Pippin, his wife Diamond....we figured they'd always appreciate a good celebration."
"Do Merry or Pippin have any little ones yet?" asked Eowyn.
Arwen shook her head. "No, but I hear Pippin is planning on it soon."
Eowyn smiled. "It will be good to see them again."
"Yes," Arwen said. "I'll leave you two alone, I'll see you tonight."
"Of course, see you tonight."
Eowyn looked to Faramir, still clutching the dress in her arms. "Thank you," she said simply. "I love you."
"And I you," he said warmly. "Now put it on! I want to see what it looks like!"
"You can wait till tonight," Eowyn said playfully. "It won't hurt you."
Faramir groaned. "Please?"
She laughed. "No, you can wait..." She threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly for a moment. "You can wait...."
Faramir, taking advantage of the situation, picked Eowyn up and lay her down on the settee. He sat on his knees beside her and ran his fingers through her hair. "You'll be the most beautiful one there tonight."
"No, no, Arwen's got me beat there," she pointed out.
"I don't think so."
"Well, you haven't seen the hobbits' wives, how do you know they won't be stunning as well?"
Faramir looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I like my women over 3'6", thank you."
"I guess I'm lucky I wasn't born a hobbit then," Eowyn said playfully. "Otherwise I'd be too short for your taste."
"No....I think you'd make a wonderful hobbit as well."
"Do you want something?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You seem awfully nice," Eowyn teased. "I've never known you to be so nice unless you really want something."
"The only something I really want is you, and you'll take me anyway, nice or not."
"Oh really?" Eowyn looked at him, suppressing a smile. "I think if you were cruel I would most certainly not take you."
"Well – I meant – oh you know what I mean." He smiled in spite of himself. "Listen. I have to get back to supervising the guards, but I will come and get you around sundown tonight, all right?"
"Of course," Eowyn said. "I'll be ready."
"You'd better be," he said, kissing her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He smiled and left for work once more.
Eowyn sighed and rolled over on the settee. Maybe he'd ask tonight. She certainly hoped so, she wanted to settle down with him, have a few children, lead a wonderful life. She could only hope he wanted the same.
A/N: I just read over this again....and once again, the fluff came naturally, forgive me (bows head) urgh I'm never that bad....but anyways hope you liked, review pleaseeeeee
Kaima