The doors to the Halls of the King, as they were now called, banged open and Faramir almost skipped forward he was so happy. Aragorn sat upon his throne and burst into laughter at the massive smile on Faramir's face. He tired to speak but couldn't for he laughed too hard. Eventually he said, his words choked by laughter,
"You know how badly smoking affects you." Faramir didn't care but he said quite simply,
"Nothing can blot out the light which has been kindled in my heart for today I have asked Eowyn to marry me and she has said yes." To Faramir's surprise Aragorn merely shrugged and said,
"About time too, I thought you would never ask her." Faramir retorted by saying,
"Your one to talk, what was it, two years until you asked for Arwen's hand in marriage. Anyway that is not the point, what did you want to talk to me about."
"I was going to send you on a mission to Rivendell, but since you have a new fiancé to attend to, I don't think there is much point in it." Aragorn smiled with glee at the look on Faramir's face.
"So, if that is all, my lord, I will, as you would say, return to my new fiancé." And with that Faramir swept from the hall, leaving Aragorn sniggering behind him.
When Faramir returned to his house he found Eowyn waiting, a large hamper at her feet. She kissed him and then said,
"I had the cook make us a picnic, would you like to go into Pelennor with me." Faramir looked at her as though she was crazy, and then kissed her again for the fun of it, stroking her face and neck as he did so,
"Why wouldn't I," this was all Faramir had to say. They walked down the streets of Minas Tirith, arm in arm, as any engaged couple should be, with Eowyn resting her shoulder on Faramir's shoulder. People would bow their heads in respect because Faramir was a high-ranking captain in the army but Faramir didn't mind, not when Eowyn was near, for when she stood with him, he could not ever be unhappy.
They walked out of the gates and into the fields of Pelennor. They found a place among the long grass and sat. Eowyn crept closer to Faramir and kissed his cheek. Faramir smiled and leapt at Eowyn kissing her tender lips and slender neck as he did so. Eowyn gave a small squeak of joy but said nothing else just kissed, and loved. They rolled over and over clutching each other as though they could never let go. When they broke apart Faramir looked Eowyn straight in the eye and said, while stroking her soft cheek,
"I love you so much." Eowyn smiled and looked away and said,
"Good job I love you then." They were two people, who had found each other and never want to loose sight of them ever again for fear of losing. As they sat up, a butterfly fluttered past and Faramir gently caught in his hands, and opened his hands before her face and let it fly out and settle on her nose. Eowyn scratched her nose, forcing the butterfly to fly away.
"Can I ask you something?" Eowyn said this in a perplexed voice. Faramir gave her a confused look and stroked a lock of her golden hair out of her face and behind her ear but he answered all the same,
"It depends on what you want to ask. If you don't want to marry me anymore then don't say a word." Eowyn smiled but replied,
"I just wondered why I have never slept with you." Faramir shrugged and proceeded to kiss her almost as though he had forgotten hat the taste of her tongue was like. Eventually he broke free from her mouth but continued to hold her close to his heart.
"Now we are engaged, who knows what might happen." Eowyn looked at his face. It was the face of a man who was happy. Eowyn's face split into a huge smile and she leapt on top of Faramir again and kissed him whilst remembering what it felt like to massage her tongue against the roof of his mouth. She just lay there in Faramir's arms, not ever wanting to let go. They just lay there, silently hugging each other. Eventually Faramir broke the silence,
"Are you happy with me, Eowyn. Would you love until death part us?" Eowyn considered the question, nestled in Faramir's arms, and then finally said,
"Before I met you I would not smile, nor would I sing and dance. I was just a shadow of whom I really was. But then I met you. Having you has made my life what I have always wished it to be. You are my life, if ever I were to die with any person, it would be you." Faramir's face split into a broad smile, he stroked her hair. They kissed again, Faramir sliding his hands gently down his beloved Eowyn's body and left his arms looped around the her waist. Eowyn seemed to collapse into his arms every time he did that and he loved to hold her, and just watch her. She raised her head to his and said quietly said,
"I love it when you do that. When you hold me I feel as though my life has become complete." Faramir tilted her chin up towards his face and kissed her lips and neck saying,
"When you do anything, my life increases in value. The more you kiss me the less I will ever let you go." He lifted her up and with her arms looped around his neck, led her back to where their picnic had laid discarded for quite some time.
They were just about to start eating when a horn sounded and many Riders of Rohan appeared on the track of Pelennor. A loud voice sounded saying,
"Make way for King Eomer, lord of the Horse and of Rohan. Both Faramir and Eowyn simultaneously gagged on a piece of bread.
"You did tell Eomer about our relationship didn't you." There was a hint of fear in Faramir's voice as he said this because he knew what Eomer's reaction to someone marrying his sister without telling him would be. All Eowyn could say was,
"I thought you did!" All they could do was wonder what they were going to do and stare at each other in mystified fear, not knowing how Eomer might take this rather important news.
Love had found its loophole.