A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. I just wanted to give everybody an insight on what Faramir was battling with. Anyway, I'll try to make up for the last one. Keep reviewing please ! Yours, Anna.
P.S: WARNING! This chapter is rated PG-13 for sensuality and mild language.
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Faramir was dozing off in the library. His meeting with the Warden was in twenty minutes. He had just finished as session with King Elessar. Now, the twenty minutes were his. His. His...
"M'lord?" a soft and gentle voice broke through his hazy mind like a ray of light. Faramir raised his bleary eyes. Then, he jumped and used his knuckles to rub his eyes. He looked up again. It was Éowyn.
Very suave Faramir, he thought. The love of your life comes into the library--alone--and you're dozing off. On the verge of snoring, maybe. Very suave, very suave.
"Lady!" he said. "I uh... I mean uh... I mean..." Éowyn gave a small smile that made Faramir blush. "I mean," he stammered again. Then, Faramir coughed and pinched himself to wake himself. "Good afternoon," he said. "Sit." He pointed to a chair opposite him. Éowyn sat down.
Faramir was dozing off again when Éowyn's voice startled him: "I'm leaving for Edoras tomorrow."
"What?" He must have jumped six feet in the air.
"I'm leaving for Edoras tomorrow. Éomer and Lothiriel misses my presence. And I miss Edoras anyhow..." Éowyn's voice trailed off into a distance.Her fingers trailed across the table infront of her. She looked at his face for any emotions that might betray his feelings. His pale blue eyes stared straight into hers.
"Oh," Faramir said.
Oh? he thought angrily. Oh? Is that all you can say, Faramir? Your true love tells you she is leaving for Edoras and you say 'oh'?
"You can come and visit us anytime," she said. "I'm sure Éomer and Lothiriel won't mind..." Éowyn wrapped a lock of hair around her forefinger. The hair caught the light and glinted gold.
"That'll be nice," he said, feeling something rise in his throat. "I'm sure King Elessar and Queen Arwen won't mind if you come and visit Minas Tirith again. You could come as an envoy of Rohan!" he added brightly. Faramir plastered on a fake smile and clenched his fist.
I know that fake smile anywhere... Éowyn thought and plastered on a fake smile too. She was disappointed. She had expected Faramir to get onto his knees and plead with her not to go. And finally, "I love you, my darling, the passion of my loins!" and all that. And then, the kiss...
You have a sick mind, Éowyn daughter of Éomund! she told herself.
Suddenly, Faramir remembered he had an appointment with the Warden. He stood up. "I am sorry, m'lady. I have to talk to the Warden for a while..." He bowed and turned on his heel.
Maybe he is going to ask the Warden to convince me not to leave! she thought happily.
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Éowyn lay in bed that night. She was tired. No... a stronger word. Weary. She could hear the guard tramping up and down outside. This was the sixtieth time tonight he tramped past her door. Her thin white curtains were fluttering wildly in the late spring breeze. The moonlight made a patch of white on the ground. Other than that, the room was submerged in darkness. Little Étta wanted to light a candle but Éowyn bade her not to.
Éowyn was about to fall asleep when she heard someone groan outside her window. Outside her window? It was a forty-feet drop to the ground! She remembered that under the window was a ledge, one foot across. Éowyn looked around frantically for something to defend herself with. She ran over to the blade that hung on the wall. She pulled it out of its sheath. The blade was blunt. She bit her lip in disappointment. Éowyn hid in the shadows next to the window, every muscle tense.
A dark shadow covered the white patch of moonlight. Her intruder set a foot in... and then another. Éowyn prepared to strike.
"Éowyn?" Faramir whispered. His scraped knee was stinging. What if she thinks I'm coming to rape her? he thought. Something in the corner caught his eye. It glinted. A sword! He stood up, shivering slightly. Blood rushed along the old scars and made him tingle with fear.
There was a silver flash. Faramir acted quickly. He caught his attacker's wrist. With a quick twist, the sword fell to the carpeted ground with a muffled thud. She opened her eyes and saw...
Oh no...
The intruder was quick, quicker than Éowyn had expected. And he was strong too. She attempted to kick the intruder in the groin. But the intruder hauled her over his shoulder. The wind was knocked out of her when she landed on the ground.
Faramir gave a short cough, thanking Boromir for teaching him that throw. He was ready to apprehend the intruder that invaded Éowyn's room.
"Faramir! You ass!"
Faramir brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. Oh no...
"Éowyn?" he whispered loudly.
With a quick wriggle, Éowyn squirmed out of his grip and stood up. He erected himself right.
"Damn you!" Éowyn said. "Why did you crawl out the window?"
"Amron is on duty tonight," he replied. Sweat stung his eyes. He swore under his breath. He couldn't believe he had just apprehended Lady Éowyn.
"Oh." No wonder the sound of the guard's marching was so loud! Amron was infamous for his fierce monopoly over the hallways. "I'm sorry, Faramir. I thought you were--"
"I know. I thought you were--"
"It's alright."
They grinned at each other, nervously. Éowyn could feel her head swimming and her ears ringing. So could Faramir. He has never felt this way before, though he has loved her for over two months now. His heart was thumping wildly.
She feels the same way I do, too! he thought.
"Éowyn," he breathed and gathered her into his strong arms. He brought his lips to hers but Éowyn put a finger up.
Éowyn whispered in his ear, "Are you an extremist, Faramir?"
Ohhh... he thought, catching her notion.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "You must be tired, m'lady. Why don't you get into bed? You have a long trip tomorrow."
Éowyn smiled to herself as she turned toward the bed. She could hear the rustle of fabric as Faramir undressed himself... or was he climbing out of the window? Éowyn slipped her dress over her head. She climbed into her great bed, facedown.
She was beginning to fall asleep when she felt someone get onto the bed. Éowyn shivered with delight. She turned over and their lips met.
Both were thinking of what Éomer would do to them if he found out...
