Random Battlecry, if I ever do get custody of David Wenham, I'm sure we can work out a timeshare agreement. Here goes!
Faramir awoke and looked around the hall at the people sleeping on the ground. He smiled as memories of his trothplighting came back. He got silently to his feet and made his way outside.
Eowyn was already sitting on the side of a wall. He sat down beside her, and she greeted with a radiant smile. "Good morning." He said softly. "Good morning. Isn't the sunrise beautiful?"
They sat in companionable silence, watching the red orb climb higher into the sky. "Are the sunrises nice in Ithlien?" she asked. "Much like here, except if the morning holds some fog, the light is diffused and it looks as though a million suns are rising. Other mornings, toward the winter months, the sun looks blue." He replied.
"I am looking forward to seeing your sun." Faramir looked at her with a gentle expression on his face. "I am looking forward to sharing my sun with you." He replied. Soon after, a bell clanged, announcing breakfast.
Eowyn took a bittersweet leave of her brother Eomer, who promised to come for the wedding whenever she sent for him. "Take good care of her, Faramir." He begged the Steward. "I will, Eomer. She is the greatest treasure I now possess in life."
Saddling her favorite horse, Eowyn allowed herself a moment of sorrow that she was leaving her home country, but that was quickly replaced by happiness that she would finally be closer to dwelling with Faramir in his country.
"Eowyn." Eomer said. She turned her head, and he came to her. A ring lay in his hand. "This belonged to our mother. Uncle gave it to me so I could keep it safe for you. He wished you to have it, since it was her wedding ring. I thought now would be a good time for you to have it."
She swept off her horse, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, my brother. I will always miss you." She whispered. "And I you." He replied, trying to restrain his emotions. "Eowyn?" Faramir called. "We are ready." With one last glance behind her, she bade farewell to the land she had called home.
The journey was a long and dusty one, and Eowyn had never been happier to see Minas Tirith in her life. Arwen was waiting to greet her. "Was your trip pleasant?" she asked gently after embracing her friend. "It was both pleasant and bittersweet." Eowyn replied. Arwen nodded understandingly.
They walked out to the courtyard together, talking of the plans for the ball. "I decided to make it in 5 days time, to give you and your intended time to rest." The queen teased. "Yes, and I shall need it! Your husband is a slave driver!" Eowyn laughed.
From a few yards away, Aragorn and Faramir watched the women. "I am glad they get along so well." Aragorn said. "Especially after the words I had to say to Eowyn. I knew she was not meant for me. I am happy you have found joy in each other." He told Faramir. "I am happier, beyond any emotion I have ever known." The Steward said. Aragorn smiled. "I know well of what you speak, friend. Come with me- I have some records I think you might be able to read."
Eowyn saw little of Faramir for the next 5 days, but she knew he was becoming accustomed to his duties as the Steward of his people, and she was trying to help Arwen get the ball ready. The two women had sewn Eowyn a new dress, and she couldn't wait to see what Faramir would think of it...