A/N: I am soooooooooo sorry I haven't written in so long. I feel really bad, but you know writer's block. Thanks for your reviews and I hope I still have readers!
Chapter 8
Even though Aragorn told me to see him after I was finished talking to Faramir, I put it off. His tone made me nervous, and I wasn't eager to hear what I could tell was important. So after Faramir drifted off to sleep, I sat with him until a maiden of the Houses requested I leave so she could attend to him. I swallowed hard and prepared myself. It would be a long night.
"Éowyn! You've finally arrived," he said. I knew that he knew. I could tell by his tone. "Dear, I've just realized. You must be famished. What do you wish to eat?" I smiled at his kindness.
"Whatever you have will be fine. Could we talk while I eat, though?" I replied. He looked at me and I felt as though he was trying to read my mind. I didn't look away, though, much as I wanted to. He dropped his gaze, half muttering, "No, you'll eat first."
A/N: Sorry so short. I wanted kind of a cliffhanger for this chapter. Please review! : - )
