DaughterofKings: I'm sorry about the Boromir thing, but Dim is a VERY important character when it comes to plot spinning and fooling my readers. You'll see.

EllowynTinuviel: I know you didn't review, but I know you'll be reading this and I wanted to make a note to you. I OBJECT! YOU SHALL NOT TAKE THOSE STORIES DOWN! I OBJECT! If you do keep them down, at least please continue them at some point!

Epilogue

Four months later, Aragorn and Arwen were married, followed quickly by Eowyn and Faramir. Eowyn was delighted with her home, finding it the perfect mix between Minas Tirith and Edoras. Eomer and Lothiriel agreed to wait a whole year ere they married, so that Eomer would have time to clean up his land. However, they did marry, and they had a child named Elfwine. At about the same time, Eowyn gave birth to a girl, whom Faramir named Aen, and Arwen had a son named Eldarion. Two and a half years later….

(new scene. And those of you who are happy with the way things are and don't want them to change, here is your queue to stop, but I warn you, what follows changes the whole story.)

Faramir walked through the market, watching his daughter running through the crowds of people. He knew she'd be safe. She was the daughter of Eowyn. People knew that. There were so many people who would see no harm done to the girl. He turned to the shopkeeper, and said, "a dozen apples, please."

The shopkeeper nodded and gathered up his ripest fruit for his Steward and Prince.

"Milord," he said as he handed Faramir's filled basket back to him.

"Thank you, Ivarn," Faramir replied.

"Milord Faramir!" Ivarn called after him as he turned away.

"Aye?"

"How be the Lady Eowyn and the new babe?"

Faramir smiled. "Eowyn is well, as is the child. She is still weak though. That is why I do the shopping. She absolutely insists on naming him Faramir, but I think Imrahil or Boromir would suit him much better."

"Good day, Milord," Ivarn said.

"Good day, Ivarn."

Faramir turned and began looking for his daughter. "Aen!" He called through the crowds.

"She's over there, sir," a kind old lady offered.

"Thank you," he said quickly. He pushed his way over to where the lady had indicated. He saw his daughter alongside several other children crowding around a stranger.

"Ada!" she cried upon seeing him.

"Aiwe, how are you?" he said, using his nickname for her.

"Ada, can I have some money? That kind man over there is handing out candy for free, and I want to pay him for being so nice," Aen said.

Faramir glanced over to the man. "Handing out candy for free? Did you take any, Aiwe?"

She nodded happily and showed him her handfuls of candy.

Faramir frowned and approached the man. Something wasn't right. People didn't just hand out candy in Ithilien. Particularly not candy from Rohan.

The man's face was covered by a cloak as he knelt among the children. But Faramir could see that his eyes were particularly on Aen.

"Sir?" he asked.

The man looked up then, and his hood fell back. He grinned wickedly. Faramir gasped.

"Aiwe, don't eat that candy!" He called back to his daughter. "None of you eat the candy! If you have, seek the healers immediately and find out if it was poisoned. This is an evil man. He may have done anything."

The children screamed and ran in all directions, Aen running up to her father. Faramir bent and picked his two year old daughter up, and then stood again.

"You read me well, Faramir of Ithilien." Grima Wormtongue said with another evil grin.

"I have heard so much about you, how could I not?" Faramir returned. "You tried to kill Eowyn."

"Aye."

"And now, having failed to kill my wife, you aim at her daughter. Our daughter. You won't have any of them. I tell you this now. Leave Emyn Arnen and never return. Leave Ithilien and never return. You are banished, Grima Wormtongue, Son of Galmond of Rohan, minion to Sarauman. Leave."

Grima began to laugh. "You think you can banish me? Ha, I shall always return for Eowyn and her family. If I do not get Eowyn, I shall get her daughter. If I do not get little Aen," here he paused and glanced at the girl, making her squeak in fear and Faramir hold her closer, "then I shall get her daughter. If I do not get her…" he smiled. "You see my plan, Faramir. Your family cannot run from me forever."

"You'll die before you get that far," Faramir spat. He turned on his heal and darted away, however cowardly. He was too afraid for his daughter's life.

"I know where you hide, Faramir of Ithilien! I will come for them, and I shall bring my people! never you fear!" Grima called after him, and then he laughed and disappeared in the night, not to be seen for another thirteen years.

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"Eowyn!" Faramir shouted as he burst through the door of their house. "Eowyn! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Faramir? I'm in my room. What's the matter?" he heard Eowyn call.

He dashed up to her room. At some point during his mad sprint home, Aen had begun to cry into his shoulder. He turned to her and said, "Shhh, everything will be all right," and he kissed her hair.

"Ada…" she murmured.

He opened the door to Eowyn's room, and found her sitting up on the bed, little Faramir sleeping beside her.

"Eowyn…" he breathed.

"Faramir, what has happened? What is the matter?" Eowyn said, worried.

Faramir debated as to whether he ought to tell her. Finally he decided that her safety, and the children's, came first.

He set Aen down on the floor, where she collapsed in a heap, and went to her wardrobe and began throwing things into a trunk. "Eowyn, oh Eowyn. You have to leave, and take the children with you. I shall stay to distract him, and because I have to for Gondor. I shall join you as soon as I can, and I will try to write. It's Grima. He's looking for you and the children. You must leave. He won't leave you alone until the day he dies, which will hopefully be very soon. We'll catch him, but until then you must go somewhere safe. I don't know where. Somewhere. Maybe across the sea…"

Eowyn stared at him as she began to comprehend what he was telling her.

"Oh Faramir!" She cried. She flung herself into Faramir's arms, and they cried together. He looked down at her and said. "Eowyn, it will be all right. I don't want this to kill you though. I cannot leave. At least not now. I don't know if I shall be able to find you ever again, but if I can, I shall come. Wait for me. This threat shall be destroyed. I know you are about to tell me that you shall kill him, but he has an entire group supporting him, I think. They have done well to remain hidden for so long. Go now, ere it's too late."

Eowyn nodded and rose. She began packing as quickly as she could.

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Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of what she had done. It was wrong she knew. She should have never done it, but she didn't want her children living under the shadow of memory. She didn't want her children to be haunted by the distant world that they could never reach. She had asked her Arwen to cast a spell on her children so that they would not remember anything from their life in Middle-Earth. Not that she had to worry about Faramir, he was too young to remember anything. But Aen had lived two and a half years here, and she had been very happy with Faramir. It tore Eowyn's heart to force her to forget all of these memories, but it tore it more to have her remember and be separated from them. But what she knew she should have done, and did not do, was tell Faramir about this. However, he hadn't a clue that she had stolen her children's memories.

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Faramir stood on the jetty as the boat sailed away, passed the Undying Lands, to whatever lay beyond. It was over. His children, his wife, he'd never see them again. He was lost without them. But here he was without them. After three and a half years of happiness, he and Eowyn were broken apart again, but this time, he had lost his children too. He watched as the blue and silver mantle that he had given to Eowyn so long ago disappeared. Then he turned away from the shore and towards Gondor. Towards revenge on he who had stolen what had previously been all Faramir had wanted. Towards Grima.

A/N: Surprise? I hope so. I've been hoping that no one guessed that I was doing that. Please don't forget to review this story! I really want to know what people think of this. I will respond to reviews in the beginning of the sequel. Speaking of the sequel: It is called Rampant Chaos. Check my profile for it frequently, as you might not find it otherwise. Also, I might not put it up immediately, as I have several other things on which I would like to start working. Rampant Chaos is going to be about Aen, Faramir and Eowyn's daughter, and it will take place thirteen years after the epilogue.