A/N: I'll probably be updating constantly on this story in the next week or so. Then I go on vacation and I won't be on. I'm starting on this chapter with Eowyn and Faramir, so its not in first person for a while...

Disclaimer: NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL. Ya'll know what I'm talking about.

The Parental POV

"Faramir, sit down," Eowyn said, motioning for her husband to take a seat. It had now been a week since she had told Aralen, and she was quite certain that she was going to have a baby.

"I have wonderful news," She began. Faramir looked at her, his eyes searching and urging for her to tell him. At least nothing horrible had happened.

"I'm going to have a baby, Faramir." Faramir looked dumbstruck and fiddled with his hands for a few moments, then looked back at her. "A baby?" He asked softly. Eowyn nodded and smiled.

"When?" A broad smile covered his face. Eowyn took her husband's hand and squeezed it lovingly. "Sometime in January, I'm thinking."

"A baby. That's wonderful!" Faramir said excitedly. "Just think, Eowyn. Aralen is about to get married and go away, and here we are, blessed with another baby to fill our house once more." Eowyn nodded and grinned.

"Does Aralen know?" He questioned. Their only daughter should know that she was going to have a younger brother-or sister, he quickly reminded himself.

Eowyn nodded. "A baby." Faramir said for the third time. "Now, what shall we name him?"

"Her." And so the war began again. Just as it had been with Aralen, Eowyn wanted a girl and Faramir wanted a boy. Playful banter exchanged between the two of them made the rest of that day a happy one.

Normal POV

I knew that my mother had told my father of the baby; he was nothing but smiles these days. I knew now that my parents would be busy with preparations for the coming baby. The thought made me a tiny bit jealous. I wanted my parents to miss me, and I wanted them to miss me a lot.

We were returning to the city. We had been in Emyn Arnen for a week and a half, and it was time to go back to Minas Tirith and finish the wedding preparations. I had enjoyed the visit to my home, the long days spent with my husband-to-be.

I spent the day before we left outside, soaking it all in. After dinner Eldarion found me on the rock near the stream, and sat down next to me again. "Hello," he said simply, looking out at the water and the hills.

He pulled a small package from his pocket. "I wanted to give you this a while ago," He said softly, handing it to me. "For your birthday,"

I took it and opened it slowly, to reveal a small box. Opening it, I discovered a locket on a golden chain. "It's beautiful, Eldarion. Thank you." I took it out and held it up against the sky, which was gold, red, and orange with the setting sun. "Would you?"

I handed it to him and turned around, pulling my heavy golden hair away from my neck. He fastened it quickly and I turned to face him. I touched the locket with one hand and smiled.

Eldarion's POV

Sitting there, with the colorful sky framing her, her wavy golden hair spread about her shoulders, blue eyes twinkling and one hand resting on the locket, Aralen wasn't just pretty, she was lovely.

Eldarion longed to tell her what he felt for her-how he loved her. He loved her laugh, her smile, and just being with her. But how could he tell her this when he wasn't sure of the feelings she had for him? Would he dare to tell her that out of this betrothal had come a love so strong he felt nothing could break it?

"Is something wrong?" Her voice broke his line of thought. "No-no, I'm fine," he lied. He wasn't fine. He loved Aralen, and he desperately wanted her love more than anything else on this earth.

He knew she had been completely opposed to this betrothal at first, but what about now? Did she want to marry him? That wasn't a vital detail; they were getting married whether she liked it or not.

"Eldarion? Are you sure you're alright? You look a bit pale," She was speaking again. Was now the time? No. He couldn't tell her now. She might end up hating him. "I'm fine, Aralen, really. We'd better get back." Eldarion offered his arm, and she accepted it with a curious look, but said nothing else.

Normal POV

Eldarion was acting a bit strange. He didn't seem himself, and I was sure he was lying when he said he was fine. If we were to be married, then we had to be honest with each other.

But I wasn't being honest either. I knew I had grown to love him, and I wanted to tell him. But I didn't know how I was supposed to say something like that. I had started out not even liking him, and now I loved him. And we were getting married in a few weeks time. It was May 14, and we would arrive in Minas Tirith tomorrow.

I stayed silent as he walked me back to the house. I went straight upstairs to finish packing, my mind and heart in a whirl.

I settled down in bed and fought for sleep; I would need to be rested for the day's journey.

A/N: I kinda skipped around from POVs here; I wanted to have everybody get a little say in. Plus, one gets tired of writing in first person, so here ya go.