Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places from lotr. All credit for that goes to the incredible JRR Tolkien himself. However I do own Gwennêl and any scenes and dialogue you are not familiar with. Any movie dialogue or scenes are a credit to Peter Jackson and the writers of the movie!

A/N: This is my first proper fic. So go easy on me. Please R/R and tell me what you think.... constructive criticism is welcome also. It spurs me on. Hope you enjoy.

Its You I'm Dreaming Of

Chapter 1 Feeling Free

It was a beautiful morning. Markets were being set up ready for the day ahead and shop owners were opening shops ready for the waiting customers. Gwennêl was up and ready, preparing for her early morning ride. Ever since she was a child she found peace being with horses and had grown to be a skilful rider. Her father always encouraged her to gain some skills with a sword or with a bow, but she insisted on being with horses, much to the disapproval of her mother, who thought she should be engaging in more ladylike activities.

"Gwennêl, my child, how in all of Middle Earth do you plan on marrying if you are always out with those confounded horses, you should think about your priorities child!" she would always say to her.

"Mother, one day you will see that horses make far better company than any man that is only wanting to be pleased and waited on hand and foot. I for one am ready to leave that to the distant future," she would always answer. "Very distant future," she would quietly say to herself.

Gwennêl didn't care for that lifestyle, but to please her father she did spar with him on occasions, but never thought anything of it. She had known Faramir ever since was a child; they had to grown to become great friends. Herself, Boromir and Faramir would often go about making mischief for the inhabitants of Minas Tirith, much to their dismay. However their parents would often scold them and tell them to behave in a more mature manner, despite the fact they were only children. Gwennêl was slightly younger than Faramir, but they thought alike in many ways. Boromir was older than both of them and eventually became aware of the fact and often helped his father. Gwennêl had led quite a secluded life ever since her mother died 3 years ago. She died of childbirth, but unfortunately mother and child were lost. Her father was always out with the soldiers doing his duty but had little time to spare; he was of a high rank and so was always busy. Luckily for Gwennêl she had Faramir and Boromir for company, and her horses of course.

"You spend far too much time with those horses, one would think you were raised with the Rohirrim," came the voice of Faramir just outside the stables.

Gwennêl was feeding her horse, ready to saddle him for the morning ride.

"And you, milord often wish I had been raised with the Rohirrim, just to get me away from you!" she quipped back, turning around smiling.

"Now you know that is not the case my friend, without you, who would have been able to assist me in making the life of Boromir completely and utterly unbearable?" he retorted back.

"How right you are," she replied, giggling.

"Do you care for some company on your ride this very beautiful day?" he asked, mocking seriousness

. "Why milord how could I refuse such company?" she replied, trying her best not to laugh at him being charming towards her.

They both saddled up their horses and rode out the gates across the Pelennor. Gwennêl loved the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair and she loved the feeling of being at one with her horse. She loved being free. They had been riding a while and had slowed to a trot.

"Should we rest for a while now Gwen?" asked Faramir, slightly tired.

"That would be a good idea," she agreed

They found a lovely spot by the Anduin, where the horses could rest and have a drink. Gwennêl pulled a carrot out of her bag and gave it to Rofain. The white horse took it gratefully, while Gwennêl rustled her mane. She nudged Gwennêl with her head after eating the carrot.

"You truly love your horse," said Faramir, more a statement than a question. "Yes, I believe I do," she replied, smiling and stroking Rofain.

"I do not blame you, I believe they are magnificent creatures," he said stroking his own chestnut brown horse.

"I think we should return now, father will be expecting me back," Faramir told Gwennêl, turning to her.

"Why don't you join us for lunch?" he added.

"I do not think I should, your father has never really taken a liking to me," she replied.

"Father has never really taken a liking to many people, it seems," he told her.

"But you are still coming," he told her more than asked her.

"Very well, if it is your wish milord," she quipped, smiling.

With that they rode back to Minas Tirith for lunch with the Steward.

Name Translations:

Gwennêl: Meaning 'Maiden from a star'

Rofain: Meaning 'White Horse'

A/N: Well there's the first chapter...sorry if it sucks, it was just an idea I came up with last night. Please review with any suggestions, comments or whatever you want, and if you're going to flame without a reason. You're wasting your time to be honest. If the reviews help me I will take them into account and I will be uber grateful, so get reviewing. Please.Thanks =) Next chapter will be up soon.