Thank you again to my lovely reviewers!

ClapToSaveTheFairies: Eomer would have to come around eventually, he may be her older brother but even he could not sit around and watch her pine for Faramir all her life. Eventually I think she would just revolt and ride away to him no matter what Eomer says. I am pleased to hear that you like Eowyn's daughter, I struggled to think of how her first born daughter wouldn't be interested in fighting, and in the end I gave up. Also, to answer your question, I am an Evanescence fan! I only have one album and I am looking for more but My Immortal is one of my favourite songs. Are you a fan?

Zironana: I am glad you liked it, I was worried about rushing it but I can see it is being enjoyed J I will post one or two chapters after this one today but during the week I am sorry to say that I have coursework to complete and lots of it, but thankfully, the week after is Easter half term! This gives me two weeks to write at your beck and call hehe.

When Faramir awoke the next morning, he felt truly happy. He felt a comfortable weight on his chest and sighed softly as he gazed down at an unclothed Eowyn sleeping peacefully against him. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were healthy pink colour. In remembrance of the night before a smiled formed on his lips. Their wedding night. When Eomer had agreed, he had had to pinch himself to ensure that he wasn't dreaming, and that the hotheaded King of Rohan had indeed let him marry his sister. Of course, it was not a public relationship yet, but that would not stop him treating her how a wife should be treated. Truth be told, already he greeted with a kiss, and now they were married, that would certainly not change.

His thoughts drifted to the future. He was due to leave Rohan in five days, would he be as bold to assume that Eowyn would be accompanying him home? Aragorn had given him Ithilien to be their home. It was a day further from Rohan than Minas Tirith was, but he would let Eowyn visit whenever she wanted to. He would not keep her caged up all of her life. She would be free to do as she wished; she was independent, which was one of many qualities that he loved about her. He would have to speak with Eowyn about this; he could not take her away from Rohan if she wished to stay with her brother.

He felt her stirring, and he placed his lips upon her forehead. She opened her eyes to look up at him, "Now that's something I could wake up to every morning." She said smiling, kissing him on the lips.

"Well, I am glad to hear that, because I don't think I am going to be able to stop myself." He said with a tiny laugh.

She sighed in contempt, "I was afraid that when I awoke I would find the previous day to be a dream." She told him.

He shook his head. "I doubt even you have that perfect an imagination." He grinned, "I am glad your brother likes me now, I would have had a lot of explaining to do this morning otherwise." He said.

Eowyn laughed. "I wonder how our drunken Kings are faring this morning." She thought. "I would rise to find out, however I could easily lay here all day." She shifted further into his embrace, her hand draping over his stomach underneath the thick, rich blanket.

"Eowyn, there was something I think we should talk about." He said seriously. For a moment, her heart stopped beating. Was he regretting their decision? "Do not look so worried, my love." He said calmly, stroking her face. "It is nothing like that. I was just reminded this morning that I must return to Gondor in but five days." Her face fell a little; she had been trying not to dwell on this thought since he had arrived. "However, I was going to ask you if, maybe, you would consider coming with me?"

She looked at him with hopeful eyes. "You want me to come with you?"

"Not if you don't want to," He added quickly. "I could never pull you from your home. But if you wish it so, Aragorn has told me many a time that should you like to, we would have our home to be Ithilien, in the most beautiful part of Gondor."

She smiled at him, leaning up to kiss him passionately. "Yes." She said with a tiny laugh. "Faramir, I would love to go to Ithilien with you!"

His heart nearly pounded out of his chest, he embraced her again, before a rumble sounded from below. "Eowyn, you should have eaten more last night." Faramir told her, "For now we shall have to get up."

Eowyn smiled, "The sooner we get up, the sooner night will come again." She told him, and he knew she was right. "And also," She raised her head so that she was leaning over him. "I thought you wanted to torture some hung over people?" She said playfully.

"That is a fair point, my lady." Faramir surrendered. "Let us dress then."

Faramir dressed back in his clothes from the previous night before returning to his own room, which he had not used save to keep his bags in and bathe, to clean up and to don some clean clothing. He chose black cotton trousers, with the black tunic of the Steward bearing the White Tree of Gondor as the center emblem. Added to the design of the white tree on all of the Armour and uniforms in the city had been the addition of a white flower, representing the return of the King. Before he dressed however, he drew himself a bath and cleaned off the smell of the lovemaking. He then put on his clothes and went to wait outside in the corridor for Eowyn.

Eowyn drew a bath and soaked for a short while in the warm water before washing. It had been a long time since she had been this happy. Faramir's idea the previous evening had been nothing short of genius, one could certainly tell he was a former student of Gandalf himself! She did not wonder why they had not thought of it before. At least they were together, and that was all that mattered. She had been afraid of last night, it was all so new to her, yet after he had kissed her, and she had felt his soft touch against her bare body, she began to wonder why she had been so scared, after all, Faramir would not be rough with her, it was not in his nature to be so. She dried off with a towel before donning a white gown with golden hems. As she brushed her hair before the fire, allowing it to dry off quickly when added to the heat of the air already inside the room, she caught sight of the beautiful ring on her hand once again. The jewels caught the light and sent reflections onto her face, she admired it, realizing from a mark beside a diamond that it had been made by the elves. She smiled as she fingered it softly, letting her fingertip glide over the smooth silver band. She rose when her hair was dried, and then brushed it once more until it shone like spun gold. As she opened her door, she was not in the least bit surprised to find Faramir leaning against the wall.

He stood up straight as she stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. "May I have the pleasure of escorting the new Stewardess of Gondor to her breakfast?" He asked authoritively. She nodded, accepting the offered arm. A little intimidated at the title of Stewardess, it was certainly of higher class than Sheildmaiden, with more responsibilities no doubt.

As they reached the dining hall, they were greeted by the sight of Eomer and Aragorn both sitting with their heads in their hands. Faramir resisted the urge to shout to them, but he remembered that they had both done a great deed for him last night, and that shouting was going a little overboard. He meant only to wake them up, not to get himself killed. He pulled Eowyn's chair out for her, and then sat beside her, as a servant brought over the same breakfast of eggs and toast that she had the day Faramir arrived, yet now it looked much more appetizing. Faramir was given the same, and they began eating when Faramir was struck with an idea.

"I must say, Eowyn, this is certainly delicious." She looked up at him, and he nodded towards the two King's who had barely noticed the presence of the couple. Eowyn looked over at them, and then back at Faramir, who winked at her. She raised her eyebrows catching her husbands meaning.

"Yes, it really is the juiciest bacon I have had for some time."

"Aragorn, will you not have some?" Faramir offered. Aragorn lifted his head and Faramir motioned at the food on the plate. The King turned a rather peculiar shade of green before shooting Faramir an evil glare. "We did warn you." Faramir reminded him. "At least you didn't embarrass yourself."

Eomer at this point, looked up and nodded. "Oh god, Aragorn. Arwen's going to kill you!"

"I know."

"What did you do?" Faramir asked. "Maybe we can think of a cover-up plan."

"I was walking across the floor, and someone must have spilt their ale, because I slipped and fell over." Aragorn muttered queasily.

"And?" Faramir asked.

"And nothing."

"I know you, Aragorn, there is more to that tale."

"And something ripped." Eomer told them. Eomer was in fact, less hung over than Aragorn was, for once. "Something, ahem, that revelaed undergarments to the entire male population of Rohan."

"Thank you Eomer." Aragorn said. "As soon as I get my strength back you will pay for that."

Faramir and Eowyn returned to their breakfasts, if only to keep themselves from laughing.

"Is there a way out of it?" Aragorn asked desperately.

"Of course there is." Eowyn said. "Even I can see the solution there. Just explain to Arwen that everyone was drunk, and you did not slip or split your clothing, and that they must have been imagining it in their drunken state."

Aragorn stared at Eowyn as if she were the Valar. "You are a genius."

"I know." She said proudly, turning back to Faramir.

"Eowyn, do you mind if I speak to you in private, for a moment?" Eomer said. Eowyn nodded, leaving her breakfast and following her brother out of the door, leaving Aragorn alone with Faramir.

Aragorn looked at the Steward with a mischievous grin on his face. "What?" Faramir asked. "What have I done now?"

"I don't know, Faramir. What did you do? I mean, you managed to convince Eomer to let you marry Eowyn last night."

"I did nothing of the sort, I think you'll find it was Eowyn that did the convincing if you didn't get to drunk afterwards to remember." Faramir said significantly.

"Still, it was a bold move."

"And the right one."

"Am I right in thinking she will be returning with us?"

Faramir glanced out the door where Eowyn and Eomer had disappeared. "If Eomer doesn't kill me when she tells him. Anyway, unless you want that hangover to get a lot worse you should eat something."

"No." Aragorn protested quickly. "That's the last thing I am doing at the moment. I'll vomit."

"At least you will have food to bring up, unlike last time." Faramir reminded him, pushing the remainder of his food towards the King. "Go on. I'm not all that hungry anyhow."

Eomer sighed at Eowyn. "I hope that you made the right decision last night Eowyn." Was all he said.

She smiled at her brother. "I did. I know I did. Do not worry." She said, placing a hand on his forearm. "Eomer, we-"

"I know." He said

"You know? But how?"

"You don't think that I would expect you to live in different realms under marriage did you?" He asked her in disbelief. "Aragorn told me about Ithilien. You will be happy there with him." Eomer left his stunned sister in the corridor and then went to go back into the dining hall. "Oh, and Eowyn?"

"Yes?"

"Make sure to bring my nieces and nephews to visit often." He said, running off quickly, expecting an outburst from his sister.

"EOMER!" She called after him; only he was already seated back at the table. She decided to deal with him later on, after all, she should be glad that he was taking everything so well.

She sat back beside Faramir, finishing her breakfast. Eomer had given her a lot to think about, it reminded her of her dream. She did not want to dwell on it though, after all, she looked forward to having children, and it would be wonderful to be a mother. She was certain that Faramir would be a terrific father as well, she had seen him entertaining some young children in Gondor once before, and during their stay at the houses of healing she discovered him many a time visiting some of the ill children to cheer them up a little and tell them stories or sing to them. There was an unexplained attraction, and all children seemed naturally drawn to him, much alike her and horses. She glanced sideways at Faramir, smiling at him and he took her hand, kissing her knuckles again. She couldn't help but laugh, and it came out like a girlish giggle. Yes, things were going well, she was married to a good man, a brilliant man, and they were about to begin their new life together.