Beautiful

Nefertiri's Handmaiden

Disclaimer: Come on now, people. If I really owned Lord of the Rings, why would I be writing pathetic little fanfiction stories on the internet? No. I'd be writing more LOTR novels.

Note: This is only the second LOTR fanfic I've written, so be gentle in reviews. It may be a little Out-Of-Character, but I did my best.

Also, I got the idea from a fic byHelena calledPeace Tonight. Thanks a lot for the inspiration!

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The Wedding Night.

It was a daunting thought, and an exciting one. Eowyn loved Faramir. She really, truly did. As she had said one day, when Faramir had asked her; "What I thought I felt for Aragorn is nothing compared to what I know I feel for you. His rejection was a pinprick in my heart. If you were to reject me, it would be an axe-cleave." Yes, she loved him, and he her. She wanted to be his wife, and she wanted her Wedding Night.

But she was still a virgin. Making love, period, was frightening. She knew Faramir would never hurt her intentionally, but she'd heard the stories from the women in Edoras, and they were a little scary.

Above all, she was afraid of disappointing him.

So as she stood in her new bedchamber, waiting for her new husband, as giggling handmaids bustled around the room, preparing the bed, the fire, and Eowyn herself, a million thoughts ran through her head. Was she ready? Would he be happy with her? Would she be happy with him?

She forced herself to calm, when the handmaids patted her hands and showed themselves out. A few moments later, Faramir entered the room, and smiled gently at her before pushing the door shut.

She forced a smile back, hoping to hide her fear. She should have known better. Faramir sensed her unease and the reason behind it immediately.

"Eowyn," he said softly as she crossed the room and wrapped his arms loosely about her waist. "We do not have to do this, if you are not ready."

"No," she responded quickly, and placed her hands on his upper arms. "I'm ready. I love you and I want this. It's just a little scary."

He nodded. "I think I understand. How about this: we take it slow, and if you feel uncomfortable, or decide you do not want to, just tell me and I will stop."

She smiled up at him, this time genuinely. "That sounds wonderful, my love." He smiled back, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

She found she did not want him to stop.

It hurt a little, for a moment, but then her body adjusted and all she could feel was him and her together. One person.

As Faramir made love to her, he looked deeply into her eyes, kissed her with a deep, profound need, and whispered I love you's and sweet nothings in her ear. As what he said to her was beautiful, so was what he did to her. What they did together.

Afterward, when their bodies had cooled and he held her in his arms and stroked her hair, she started to cry, soft tears streaming down her face and puddling on his strong chest.

"Eowyn," he said worriedly. "Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?"

She could only shake her head and bury her face in his shoulder. He held her tighter and whispered calming words to her.

When she had composed herself, she pulled away and looked down into his concerned eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said with a soft smile as she looked down at him. "Everything is perfect. I love you."

He smiled a puzzled smile, and she lowered her head to kiss him, and they began again.