EL DAG YO PPLS!!!

Hola… this is my very first LOTR FAN FIC!!! WOO HOO!!! Lol

Ihope you all enjoy it. I worked PRETTY hard for yall I LOVE FARAMIR AND EOWYN PAIRINGS!! Lol they r soo sweet, and tho I like Arwen and Aragorn, I like to read about the not-main characters every once in a while, ya know?? I will try not to take your time away from el story, but just a few things to keep in mind…

the story takes place AFTER the ring has been destroyed, but it doesn't quite follow the storyline. Don't worry! It is still a good one!!! Lol

I tend to be a bit love dovey with this romance stuff, seeing as how I lack that lol so be prepared..

ONE MORE: any ideas, thoughts, questions, email me also.. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!

ON WITH THE FRIGGIN SHOW PPLS!!!!!

I – What an Angel I Have Here

Nobody's POV… yet…

"Faramir! It is all so beautiful! I love it! Nay, I adore it!" Eowyn, Faramir's beloved, shouted while running through their soon-to-be-home in Ithilien. Faramir merely laughed and followed Eowyn through the manor.

"I knew you would have it, my love."

But Eowyn was barely listening to him, she was much too busy searching through every room, taking in all of the surroundings. She stopped when she found the study, Faramir's study, actually. For it was a room filled with possibly hundreds of books. She noticed the dark wood of the desk and chairs in the room, and the large window, showing so much sunlight. As much as Eowyn loved to read, she could not interpret many of the words and languages in the innumerable amount of books. She felt like such a fool at times, not being able to read Elvish, Dwarven, and everything that Faramir could understand. She yearned to ask him to teach her of these beautiful languages, but her pride always stopped her.

"Eowyn." She felt two strong, muscular arms wrap around her. She needed not to turn around, for she already knew who it was. Her Faramir.

"I will teach you the many languages of the world," he whispered into her ear, while holding her tightly. She smiled and shook her head.

"How is it that you know EXACTLY what goes through my mind?" she asked, half teasingly, have seriously. He only grinned.

"Why, Eowyn! You have looked into every room save the bed chamber!" he said in mock surprise. She whipped around and smiled.

"The bed chamber?" and she ran out of his arms in search for this special room. She knew that her beloved was laughing at her, but quite frankly, she didn't care.

When she walked into the bed chamber, she gasped aloud. The room was of a midnight blue, with an Elvish script painted along the top of the walls. There was a desk with two candles, all of Faramir's and her things already unpacked and out into the large dark wooden vanity and the other furniture of the kind.

There was a window seat full of cushions and blankets that was perfect for one to hide away. But the thing that most caught Eowyn's attention was the bed, their bed. It was underneath one of the great windows, and was made of dark, carved wood, which was also encrusted with the same Elvish script. The blankets were of a deep rose red, overlaid with silver sheets. It was a huge bed, and was very beautiful.

For a moment, she stood in the center of the room, stunned at such beauty. So stunned, in fact, that she didn't notice Faramir putting his hands on her shoulders.

"It's so… beautiful," she whispered to herself. Faramir then began to rub her shoulders,causing her to realize that he was indeed there.

"The words on the wall and wood say, May the beauty and strength of thy love bless this room," he breathed into her ear, kissing her golden hair. She smiled, more like a smile to herself. How sweet can my Faramir be?

Then he let go of her and walked over to the great bed. As he lay onto it, he beckoned for Eowyn to come lay with him. She began to walk, but suddenly stopped. It is a week before our wedding. The temptation is too great.

"My lord," she murmured formally, lowering her eyes. "I don't think we should be doing this." She could feel Faramir gazing intently at her, as if he was searching her soul. He knew she wanted him, and that he wanted her badly, but Eowyn would NOT dishonor herself or her family. And neither would he.

"My lady, I know indeed what you are thinking, for I can see it in your face. But that is not why I want you to come here. I wanted you to see the view of one of the windows. Honest," Faramir said firmly. (A/N: he IS speaking the truth about the windows thing.. i couldnt make Faramir a jerk!)

She stood still, afraid to move or say anything. Faramir's voice became considerably softer.

"Eowyn, this won't ruin your prominence. For as long as you have known me, do you really believe that I would ever do such a thing? I love you too much to do so. Besides, what you and I were both thinking a mere few moments ago will not happen until the wedding night, THAT I can promise you," he said slyly, a smile forming on his lips.

What could it hurt? She thought to herself. And walked over to him. First, she sat rather stiffly on the bed, but, feeling the warmth of his body so close to hers, she gave in and lay in his arms on the great bed. She sighed, wishing the wedding had already come. For a long while, he seemed to just hold her. Just hold her.

While he held the fair maiden in his arms in their soon-to-be bedroom, he sighed contentedly and began to play with her long hair. As he did this, he also heard her sigh, and felt her kiss his forearm softly. Slowly, her breath became even. She slept in his arms.

For a while he sat there, simply staring at her. To see her long, honey hair spread out, to see her chest rise and all in her rhythmic movements of breath, made him want to hold her for all of eternity. What an angel I have here, in my arms. What an angel. But he had to wake her.

He lightly kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear, "Eowyn, we must get up." Eowyn shook her head, deliberately keeping her eyes closed.

"No."

He deeply chuckled. "Ah, but Eowyn, love, your brother will have my head if I do not return you to Rohan. We must go there, remember?"

"Let him wonder. I wish not to leave," she groaned, refusing to let go of him. He laughed again at her stubborness, which at times he adored, and at times he could not stand.

"Eowyn! Come, I promise you, soon we can be alone for as long as you wish! Now, come! I do not want my future brother-in-law to hate me so for being with you alone now," he replied, starting to get up from the bed.

"Oh, fine," she grumbled, getting up as well. Then she looked at Faramir with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Oh no, what is she planning now?

"But remember this, my lord. Since you have made me move from my spot, when I was so very comfortable, do not expect any, em, amusement from me anytime soon," she teased. Faramir decided to play along. He frowned in mock surprise.

"Now wait just a second my lady! What have I done to deserve this? I only wish for your brother to like me." She giggled. The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

"What care you about my brother? For soon we shall not be under the watchful eye of Eomer, but by ourselves," she smiled as she said that. Faramir could only laugh at the thoughts in his head at the moment.

"Alright, you win my lady. But come. We must ride to Rohan." As he began to move from the bed, Eowyn stopped him, putting her hands on his chest. He looked at her, clearly showing his amusement.

"Not so fast, my lord. Shouldn't a lady give her betrothed a kiss?" she asked playfully, fingers lightly tapping him. Faramir smiled and chuckled.

"Didn't you just say that I didn't deserve such, em, amusement?" he questioned, pretending to look confused. Eowyn looked up down at him with her great blue eyes. So seductive, so captivating. She does indeed affect me easily.

"I lied," she said flatly, causing him to laugh a great deep laugh. She chuckled also, their hands intertwined. Faramir felt Eowyn lean in towards him. He did the same. He was surprised, however, when it was SHE who put her lips to his. Her warmth spread all over Faramir's body, leaving him as defenseless as a beetle.

Their gentle kiss turned into one of the most passionate they had yet encountered. Before Faramir knew what was happening, he and Eowyn were lying closely on top of each other, gasping for air. He pulled away, trying to breath.

"Eowyn," he whispered. "we must stop. We must wait until the wedding. Stop." Eowyn looked at him with an almost mournful look in her eyes.

"Do I not please you, my lord? She asked quietly, slightly trembling. How could she possibly think that?! He took her hands into his own.

"Eowyn! You know that is not what I think. I can barely control myself when I am around you for much longer. That is why we must stop. Please, Eowyn, wait," Faramir persisted. Then Eowyn stood up and straightened her skirts.

"You are right, Faramir. We must wait. For so long, too."

DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO the Penguins… yes, the Penguins.

yes!!! First chapter completed!! did u like? Remember, I wrote this a WHILE back.. well, a year actually lol but REVIEW!! I COMMAND YOU!!! OVER AND OUT

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