As before, any flames will be used to burn my English 4 book or make marshmallows. This is a Faramir/Eowyn fic, for those who want to know. And I do not own LOTR, although I would really like to own David Wenham. Thanks to Malethwen for reading and reviewing.
The air was cool the day they laid Theoden to rest in his tomb. It was an emotional day for Eowyn and Eomer, for their uncle was the only father they had ever known. "I wish you could have met Faramir, my uncle." She whispered softly as she laid flowers on top of the mound. "You would have liked him very much, I think."
Tears stung her eyes, and she turned away to join Eomer in his walk back up to the hall of Meduseld. "Do not be sad, my sister. You and Faramir will soon be trothplighted to one another." He teased gently. This brought a smile to her face. The steward had arrived very shortly after they had, along with King Elessar. "Be happy...I am sure our uncle would not begrudge you that."
She sighed. "I am happy Eomer. Happier than I can ever remember being, but I am also a little sad. I would have liked for uncle to have met Faramir." "He would have liked him." Eomer said authoritatively. "I think you are right, brother. Come, we must go. It grows dark."
The people assembled listened as the lords of the Mark were named, with Theoden last of all. Eomer drank from a cup Eowyn handed him, and then all glasses were filled as they drank to Eomer, the new King of the Mark.
Before anyone could depart the hall, Eomer stood. "Travelers from far lands, and new friends of our country, I desire to make an announcement of good tidings on this day, for my uncle loved my sister like his own daughter, and he not grudge her happiness on this day. Faramir, Steward of Gondor, and Prince of Ithlien has asked my sister Eowyn, the White Lady of Rohan to be his, and she agrees to this willingly. They will be trothplighted before you all."
The women looked on sentimentally as the ceremony was performed, each remembering her own trothplighting. As the couple turned to greet various well-wishers, Aragorn came to offer his congratulations. "Wish me well, my lord." Eowyn said. "I have never wished you anything but." He replied. "I am deeply gratified and happy to see you in such bliss."
As the night wound down and people began to go off to sleep, Faramir and Eowyn slipped out a side door to stand atop the hill. "Will you miss this place?" he asked softly as they looked up at the sky. "I will, but the same stars still shine in Ithlien, and I can visit it. I would miss being away from you more."
They shared a kiss under the sky as the stars watched and twinkled from above.