Classical: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the songs used in this fic

"Leaves are falling all around,
It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go,
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain,
And with it pain,
And it's headed my way.
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired,
But I know I've got one thing I got to do,Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.Got no time to for spreadin' roots,
The time has come to be gone.
And tho' our health we drank a thousand times,
It's time to Ramble On.

Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.I ain't tellin' no lie.
Mine's a tale that can't be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
Her, her… yea.
Ain't nothing I can do, no.

Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.Gonna ramble on, sing my song
Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world
I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby
I can't find my bluebird!
I'd listen to my bluebird sing but I can't find my blue bird
A-keep-a ramblin' baby...

-- Ramble On by Led Zeppelin

"It's time that I go." He said, looking up at the starlight that was slowly being covered by billowing clouds.

"You've barely recovered." Said a stern voice behind him. He smiled.

"I know, but I must go. It's time… I must find her." He turned.

"Faramir, it was no more than a week ago that you could barely sit up." Elrond said crossing his arms, "You are lucky to be alive. You should stay here at least another week."

"I know Lord Elrond, and I thank you for your hospitality in these dark times, but I can't stay here another minute. I barely found her before she was taken away from me," Faramir whispered, "Such a short time… I know she's still alive…"

She has to be…

"I cannot stop you if that is your decision, where will you go?" Elrond asked stepping forward so that he was standing beside the ranger.

"Towards Rohan, there is still resistance there. On the fields there are groups of riders that the Dark Lord does not hold sway over. That's the only place she could be." Elrond nodded, "Here, a gift from the elves, Faramir, son of Denethor, brother to Boromir of the Nine Walkers." Elrond turned and called something out in Sindarin. An Elf came, bowing before the two and then presenting Faramir with a broad, dark red shield. Around the edges Elven ruins were carved and shined gold in the dark.

"It was your brothers," Elrond said, "It was found battered and bent on the bank and brought here, reformed. It will serve you well."

"Thank you my Lord!" Faramir gasped running his hands over the surface of the shield. He swung it over his back and looked to the Elf Lord.

"May the blessings of Elbereth go with you and may you find your lost love." Faramir dipped his head and turned away from Elrond walking into the woods. A gentle ran started falling from the sky. The stars now dim and blocked. Faramir remembered. He remembered the sun shining on her face as she walked through the garden. He remembered how she wanted to fight. A small smile graced his lips and he breathed in the fresh air of the forest. He was free when so many were enslaved. He could walk while others were chained.

Eowyn I shall find you. I know you live. If I have to travel through all of middle earth I will… just to see your face again…

"I ain't tellin' no lie.
Mine's a tale that can't be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air"
"SURROUND THEM!!!!!!" She commanded. The riders made formation around the small band of men carrying supplies towards Gondor. She jumped down from her horse and faced them.

"These supplies will do well for our men." She grinned. The men huddled together in fear. The supplies were taken and loaded on to several horses.

"We ride south!!!!" She yelled jumping back on her horse.

"What of the men?" a trouble-free voice asked. Eowyn turned towards Legolas who grinned towards them playfully winking at them with an evil look.

"Shouldn't we, make sure that they don't give word to their master about us?" He asked taking out his bow. The men gave little cries of "No!" and "Mercy!"

"Master Elf you are dreadful sometimes." Eowyn said shaking her head. Legolas smiled putting the bow back on his back.

"Ah you sound like the Dwarf."

"An' what's wrong with THAT?" Gimli asked glaring up at the Elf.

"Nothing at all friend, only a jest,"

"Elves and their jokes." Gimli grumbled.

"Come, we ride," Eowyn said. She turned to the men.

"Tell your master that the Riders of Rohan still ride free!"

"Well said my lady!" Legolas laughed as he spurred his horse making Gimli cry out in surprise at the sudden movement. A gentle rain fell from the sky and the riders galloped south changing directions several times so that there was no way they could be followed. They made way to their hide out in Fangorn. The autumn wind carried from the east, cold and uncaring. She remembered the smell of rain on Faramir; the smell of wet earth and fresh dirt, she longed to breath that scent again.

I wonder if he feels this rain as well. If he sees these stars as I do and feels the sun on his face and watches the moon shining down lighting paths in the night. If he's as free as I…somewhere… I know he is…

Classical: From this chapter I learned that Ramble means to walk or wander (yeah shame on me for not knowing that before) but I thought that was neat (easily amused aren't I?). Once again no big Frodo/Sam, this part obviously focusing on Faramir/Eowyn, I think the whole story focus is going to be on everyone in the fellowship (and other characters). And you also see I've set a pattern with songs loosely or very connected with Lord of the Rings hope you like them. I know Ramble On is actually more about Frodo but once again I'm using artistic license. Feedback appreciated always. Thanks to those who have reviewed.