A/N: I'm sorry it's going to end to abruptly. Thanks for all the reviews! And thanks to all the people who ARE going to review.

A new story is forming in my mind... so HANG ON THERE, MATES!

VII

He kissed her.

Gently at first.

Then, they gripped each other like they would never let go.

Faramir drew back and stared into Éowyn's eyes.

"You will come back?" he asked, caressing her eyebrows with his hand.

"As soon as I send word," Éowyn replied. "As soon as I send word from Edoras, you must come immedietly."

"I will," Faramir said and grinned broadly, his teeth catching the first light of the day. Then, his face fell. "What is Éomer doesn't approve of me?" Faramir remembered the tall and muscular figure who had raised an eyebrow when he looked down on the Steward.

Éowyn gripped him tighter. "He will approve. He must approve," she whispered. "Oh Valar, I love you, Faramir."

"I love you too, Éowyn."

Little Étta came into the room. She smiled when she saw her mistress. "Lady," Étta said. Faramir gave Éowyn one last kiss before releasing her. "The people are waiting, Lady," Étta replied.

Faramir followed both of them down the stairs to the Gates of Minas Tirith. King Elessar and Queen Arwen stood there, ready to bid Lady Éowyn farewell. A horse stood ready for Éowyn. Éothain, Éomer's trusted friend, was there to escort Éowyn back to Edoras.

Éowyn climbed onto her horse. She looked back at Lord Faramir. He stood there, looking a little forlorn and a little sad. But he had this small smile on his face. Éowyn smiled back.

"Are you ready, Lady?" Éothain asked her. She nodded and they slowly trotted out of Minas Tirith.

Faramir watched her go, her gold hair stirring gently in the warm breeze. His heart felt lighter than it had in days. Years even. Faramir turned and walked back up to his apartments.

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Faramir went to his bed that night. He seemed to be afraid of sleeping. He bit his lip and climbed into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the demons to come and ravage his memories.

But strange.

They didn't.

Faramir gave a triumphant whoop and punched his fist in the air.

He lay on his chest and closed his eyes. The demons were quiet tonight.