The leaving

"Come you must join me for a drink Lord Faramir." Éomer suggested. "We could discuss the plans for you to become an honorary member of the Rohirrim and proud addition to our Golden hall. If that is your wish?"

Faramir did not know what to say. He nodded his head towards Éomer and produced a beaming smile at Éowyn. Éomer smiled and began to walk out of the room.

Éowyn and Faramir looked at each other. Faramir could not contain his joy, he ran over towards Éowyn. He pulled her up off the ground so there eyes were at the same level. They both stared lovingly into each others eyes. Faramir moved his head forward and kissed Éowyn.

"I will be with you everyday from now on my dear, lovely Éowyn." Faramir could not control his happiness, from simply saying her name he burst out in smiles.

"You…we can start a new life together." Éowyn added "One where we are never apart from each others side."

Faramir kissed Éowyn one last time and placed her back on her own two feet.

"Come your brother awaits us." Faramir held out his hand and as Éowyn placed her small, soft hand in his, he raised it to his lips and kissed her pale skin. They walked out the room together and headed towards the main hall.

Éomer walked out of Éowyn's bedchamber with a smile on his face. He start to understand the happiness his sister was feeling. He noticed that simply by the way Faramir looked at his sister and the emotion that was produced when he spoke to Éowyn must truly mean he loved her. He was pleased for her.

As he entered the great hall he decided to try out his new authority and celebrate the new found happiness which his sister and Lord Faramir.

"You there" Éomer pointed at the nearest servant.

"Yes my lord?" replied the servant.

"Can you please stoke the main fire and bring us some food as we have yet to have a descent meal these past two days put together."

By the time Faramir and Éowyn entered the hall a roaring fire was in the middle of the room burning bright orange and yellow. They looked over towards the throne to see a table covered in fresh fruits and meat. Éomer poured out the drinks and raised his glass.

"I believe a toast is in order" he announced.

"Here is to my dear sister Éowyn and your future husband Lord Faramir."

When Éomer said this Éowyn's face lit up. Her eyes widened and a broad smile appeared her face that glittered in the light. She looked over the table towards Faramir to see him staring dumb-founded at Éomer. He just about managed to stutter out a couple of words.

"Thank you my Lord"

"Oh Éomer!" Éowyn jumped out of her seat and ran to Éomer. She wrapped her arms around his waist and stared up at her brother.

"If only you could be as happy as me? There must be someone out there that will be for you!"

Éomer laughed at his sister and lead her back to her seat. He then turned his attention to Faramir.

"My Lord?" Éomer questioned "Do you have the permission from King Elessar to leave your post in Gondor? Your addition to our guard in Rohan would be most grateful."

"I thank you for you for your compliments my lord Éomer. But no I have not asked. I will do so immediately."

Faramir stood up and took a final swig of his drink. He moved towards Éowyn and bent down beside her.

"I will be back soon. Do not worry."

Faramir ran his figures through Éowyn's hair and kissed her on the cheek. He then pulled out a small piece of paper from his tunic pocket.

"I want you to read this before you go to bed tonight as I can not be by your side." Faramir handed it over to Éowyn and stood up and begin to walk out of the hall. Éowyn turned round in her chair and watched the man she loved slowly walk out of the hall. She turned round to look at Éomer. He seemed to be signalling towards the door with his eyes.

"Thank you." Éowyn said as she turned round and ran out of the hall. As she pushed open the door. She begins to run down the steps when Faramir galloped past on his horse. There was no way she could run and keep up with the horse. Slowly Éowyn walked up the steps again; she stood on the far corner were the view of Rohan was at its greatest. The wind was blowing her hair around and the sun which was behind them when they rode back to Edoras was now high in the sky. Éowyn watched the solitary figure of a man on horse back ride off west. She then felt an arm go around her shoulders, the shock made her hold onto the piece of paper in her hand tighter and brought it close to her heart. A gentle voice greeted her ear.

"Come inside. We can not have you catch a cold." Éomer led his sister into the great hall and closed the door behind them.