I really am enjoying writing this, I hope you readers are enjoying reading it! Please review! I love getting them! Thank you to ArwenEvenstar. I'll try to think about what you said. I really like constructive critisism. The reason why I have been doing it is because I like switching from one pov to another. I haven't figured out how to make stars show up yet. I will be trying to stop doing that as much though!

Chapter Four

"Good evening Eowyn," Faramir's pleasant voice floated across the pitch black room from the windowsill. Eowyn could just barely make out his figure sitting upon the sill, in the glow of the waning moon. The lyre and the singing had stopped abruptly when she had opened the door, to Eowyn's regret.

"What were you singing? It was so lovely, that is why I opened the door, your singing was beautiful," Eowyn asked, without even a hint of shame for intruding on this man in his private rooms. She walked into Eomer's rooms over a hundred times, and she felt no shame in doing so to Faramir as well, for she considered him a brother.

"The song was nothing," Faramir replied, with something like embarrassment in his voice. Eowyn finally understood.

"You wrote it didn't you? Both of them!" she exclaimed. She couldn't see what Faramir did next, but it seemed like the mass that was his head bobbed up and slightly.

"Faramir, it was beautiful! What did the elvish say?" Eowyn queried.

"For which song?" Faramir asked back.

"Both, first the one with Common Speech in it, then the other one." Eowyn replied.

"The one with Common Speech would go something like this," and he began playing his lyre and sang,

"Ice daughter,

Forsaken friend,

Lost maiden,

Of a thousand tears.

Wander far from your fence,

My friend, my friend!

Alas, Alas!

"As for the other one, it said,

A noble maiden in the leaves,

Who gave the stars their shine.

A mortal man saw the lady here,

And ever loved the garlanded maiden.

Queen of rememberance, Nightingale!

As he ceased to play, he murrmered, "It is about Luthien Tinuviel the Fair, and Beren. There is more, but that was all that I sang. I wrote it a long time ago, back when I first discovered how many stories were written in song form. I decided that it would be worth my while to learn to do this myselfÉ" he trailed off.

"Who was the other one for?" Eowyn asked gently. She imagined Faramir smiling at this. He seemed to give off an air that told her what he was doing at each passing moment, even though she couldn't see him.

"It was about no one in particular. I had dreamed of a woman, bound by invisible chains, and I had a great desire to free her. But I didn't know how. The song was inspired by her." Eowyn wondered briefly if she had been that woman, she had heard rumors that Faramir had prophetic dreams, it wasn't impossible that he had dreamed of her, but she then decided that it wasn't. Just someone that he might never meet, and never have the chance to free.

"Do you know any good songs?" Faramir questioned. Eowyn shook her head, and then remembered that he probably couldn't see her.

"No, I'm afraid that I am not very well learned in lore," she answered aloud. "But I do enjoy listening to you," she added. Once again, she sensed that he smiled.

"Nay, no more songs for me to-night. You were wise to learn to defend ere you learned to sing. I should be setting my lyre aside and follow your example," he replied wearily. "Goodnight Eowyn.

"Goodnight Faramir.

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Eowyn visited my room every night since that night. Sometimes we would talk, sometimes I would sing, or tell her stories, I even got her to sing a traditional song of Rohan once or twice. I would try to play my lyre along with her, but found a lot of difficulty. You see, the graceful chords of a lyre do not work well with the swift and coarse rhythm of Eowyn's favorite songs.

It was two weeks after the first time she heard me sing, when I finally decided that I wouldn't play the lyre this time. That Saturday, I went down to the town, and bought a new fiddle, perfect for Eowyn's songs.

It took me two days to work out how to play it. I studied a few books, and I worked on it tirelessly, and by the time those two days were gone, I could play something simple quite well.

I hid all of this from Eowyn. I wanted it to be a surprise. On Tuesday, I was excited, for I could finally show her what I had been doing so often.

She had asked consistently, but I just smiled and shrugged. Of course, she didn't like that, but I think that in part she did. Eowyn has a very playful nature, and I think that she enjoyed it when I played my secretive game. Just like when she wanted to know my shortcut, I wouldn't tell her. I think she enjoyed that too. I can read her quite well now. I can't help thinking, I can read her a lot better than Aragorn can, a lot better than Aragorn would even care to.

It was Tuesday night; I waited for many hours for Eowyn to come. I couldn't wait to show her the fiddle that I had gotten just to play along side of her. I was sure that she would be pleased.

As I waited, I thought about how these nightly meetings had brought us closer. I knew about Eowyn's family, and, somehow, I had let stories about my family slip out to her. Sometimes I wondered if I trusted her too much, but then I scold myself for thinking such things. Eowyn is a very noble lady. I can trust her.

She didn't come. I waited until three-thirty in the morning, and she didn't come. Finally, I gave up hope. As I put my lyre and fiddle away, I tried to fight back tears. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't help mourning over her. I loved her too dearly, the fact that she forgot about me was almost too much for me to bear.

I still held my breath as I prepared for bed that I would hear her entering the sitting room, and whispering my name. In fact, I continued hoping long after I went to bed. At every small noise, I would sit bolt upright in bed, thinking that Eowyn had finally come, only to be disappointed again.

I know that she never came because I never slept for more than a few minutes at a time.

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Eowyn sat in the library reading hard. She wondered briefly why she was trying to do this, but she just shook the thought away. Why did it matter? Faramir had inspired her, that was all.

Lore was so important to Faramir, and for some reason, Eowyn felt like it should be important to her too. So she had begun to study it meticulously ever since she had heard Faramir sing.

Throughout the day, she would study, throughout the evening she would listen to Faramir, and learn that way. Every night she would fall asleep, hearing songs or reciting poetry. Every morn, the first things on her mind was whether or not two words rhymed.

Eowyn knew how to put all this poetry to use. She decided to write a poem. It was going to be like that poem that Faramir sang that time, about Luthien Tinuviel. Hers was going to be about her uncle. How bravely he died in battle, what a strong ruler he was. Eowyn couldn't what to see the look on Faramir's face when he heard her recite it!

Wait, why was she thinking of Faramir's face? What about Aragorn? Aragorn didn't care about poetry, she decided. He wouldn't care if compared Luthien to Morgoth.

Speaking of Faramir, Eowyn wondered what the time was. She had been so long shut up in this room, and she was growing restless. How does Faramir do it? She wondered, as she stretched. There wasn't even a window!

Eowyn walked over to the door of the library to find out the time. As she exited, she noticed that the whole hall was dark. When she looked up at the grand city clock, she saw it reading, Two-forty-two. Eowyn couldn't believe how much time had passed! She didn't even hear the dinner bell!

Poor Faramir, he must have been waiting for her, and thought that she had forgotten. He was probably already asleep.

Eowyn considered as she passed his door knocking, she hesitated, and then decided against it. She wouldn't want to wake him. She thought that she heard some movement, and maybe a lyre chord being strummed, but she was sure she had imagined it. Faramir was surely long asleep. She would be sure to talk to him in the morning.

For now, it was time that she went to bed too. She didn't want her eyes to be all bloodshot in the morning.

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When Eowyn descended to the breakfast hall, Faramir was nowhere to be found. Upon asking Denethor, she discovered that Faramir had left for North Ithilien early that morn. Regretful that she didn't have a chance to talk to him, Eowyn retreated to the library and began to work on her poem.

She found one problem with the poem, which was that she didn't understand music. She could study it, but she didn't want to study that much. Just enough to be educated about such things. Perhaps Faramir could help me with that, she thought with a grin.

She noticed that she was beginning to find Faramir even more fasinating than Aragorn, but she just told herself that she was being silly. I'm just trying to find a replacement since I can't have Aragorn. That isn't fair to Faramir or Aragorn. If I'm going to love someone, I'm going to love only them. These last words she wrote down on a piece of paper, in case she should need to remind herself of her promise.

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Faramir knew that he was sulking, but he also didn't really care. So what if people knew what had happened? So what if they knew that he had foolishly fallen in love with the Ice Maid of Rohan, and foolishly thought that he could capture her wild heart. So what if they knew that he had thought this and failed? And now he was sulking for it?

He didn't care. He didn't even care that Natalie knew, which would have normally bothered him. So what? All that mattered was that Eowyn had forgotten him. She didn't care. She had found something more important to do. Stop acting like a child, he scolded himself. But it didn't work. He still sulked. His heart was broken.

Why? Why had he allowed himself to take this road? Why did he allow himself to hope? He couldn't have helped that either. Eowyn was the one who had stirred the hope in his heart. Why had she done this? It wasn't fair. He was now suffering from her indifference.

But of course she hadn't meant to. She didn't know what he felt like. She probably didn't even know that he had even noticed her absence. Faramir wondered briefly if she would have been hurt if he hadn't. But of course she wouldn't. As long as Aragorn noticed her presence and absence, then everything was fine for her.

Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't things be easy? Love was meant for humans to enjoy, not to make them suffer.

Faramir thought about this all the way to North Ithilien. About why things had to be the way they were, and if there was a way to fix it. The only conclusion that he ever reached was that, yes, he did indeed need more sleep.

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Natalie watched Faramir carefully, wondering how she could help him. He was clearly suffering. How could Eowyn break his heart like this? Natalie wondered. He is so kind and gentle, so undeserving of this cruel treatment.

She would be returning to Minas Tirith in two weeks time. She resolved to question Eowyn about it then.

Natalie wondered if Eowyn even knew about what she had done. Surely she did. Faramir had come just short of declaring his love for her openly. Surely she knew that he loved her desperately. Did she not know, or did she just not care?

Natalie wished that things were the way they were before Eowyn came along. Why did Eowyn have to come and break Faramir's heart in pieces? Why couldn't everything just be normal? He had been somewhat happy before she had come along. Admittably not as happy as he was now that he knew her, but he could now only be barely happy when Eowyn was with him. Natalie knew that she would have been a lot better for himÉbut no. She had sworn not to think of the things that might have been between her and Faramir. So she wouldn't.

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Belegmir didn't know what was going on with his captain that day. Presumably Faramir had suffered from another bout with his father, but for some reason, Belegmir that that it wasn't that. Faramir was different this time.

Normally he would try to hide his pain beneath mirth or determination. But now, he was simply letting his feelings show. Belegmir couldn't understand why.

Faramir seemed more exhausted today. He must have not slept well. Perhaps that was it. He was having trouble sleeping. Maybe he was being plagued by nightmares again. But again, Belegmir didn't think so. Faramir didn't normally act like this. Unless something unusual happened, there was no reason for him to start now.

Then Belegmir remembered something from a long time ago. Belegmir had been in the steward's service since he was a youth. When he was twenty-two years of age, and Faramir was but sixteen, Belegmir remembered seeing this countance.

But not only did Faramir have this expression. Natalie sulked with him. Of course all of the rangers had assumed that someday the two would fall in love, so Ôtwas natural for Belegmir to first think of that. Ever since that day, he had assumed that Faramir and Natalie had some sort of romantic disagreement.

But now, Belegmir beheld this expression again. Faramir wore it steadly throughout the whole day. And Belegmir finally understood. Faramir had fallen in love with Eowyn of Rohan, and she had turned him away.