Éowyn draped her arm over Arwen's shoulders. "So, how's it going, A?" She smiled. They sat down in a booth close to the door, Arwen and Aragorn across from each other. Éowyn moved to sit next to Aragorn, but Arwen shot her a look and she sat next to the other girl.

"Nothing new," Arwen said.

Aragorn laughed. "That bad, huh."

Éowyn decided she must have missed something, since two seconds later she was staring at Aragorn and Arwen was poking her really hard.

"Ay-oh-wiiiinnnn..." Arwen said. "Hello! I asked you if Faramir asked you out, or if you asked Faramir out!" Aragorn looked at her strangely.

"Um, he asked me out."

"Nice." Arwen winked. "Did you do it to be nice, or because you like him?"

"He's nice, but I'm not his girlfriend." Éowyn left it at that. She fiddled with a sugar packet. I would much rather have Aragorn for a boyfriend... Of course she couldn't tell Arwen that. "I... have to go."

"Alright!" Arwen smiled really widely. She obviously wanted Éowyn away.

"Bye," said Aragorn. He actually looked... concerned. Éowyn took heart at that. At least he cared.

"See ya." She stood up and walked out of the pizza place, dialing Éomer as she went. "Yes, I need a ride. No, Faramir is... going home by himself."

Faramir sat on his bed, turning pages of his yearbook, sipping a cool ale. Stopping at a page, he moved his finger down a long list of pictures and names... there.

"There" was her. Éowyn. He stared at her pretty face for a bit. She wasn't as good looking as... well, Arwen, but there was something behind those eyes...

"Faramir! Dad wants you down here NOW!" He could hear Boromir's tension. Closing the book, he jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs. He met his brother at the bottom of the stairs. "What is it?"

"Dad's mad at you for going with Éowyn."

Faramir was surprised. "Why? Jeez, she's not a princess, so I'm not marrying 'above my status' or whatever." He had gotten used to that from his father.

Boromir sighed. "Go talk to him."

Faramir entered the huge hall with statues of the kings and stewards of old. His father, Denethor, sat at the head of a large table. Boromir followed him in.

Denethor frowned at him, like he usually did. "I'd like to... talk to you about something."

Faramir waited for Boromir to sit, then sat. Another thing Denethor liked. "What is it?"

His father scowled. "'What is it, sir.' I want to know why you went to the movies with Éowyn."

"I asked her out. Is that a problem? Sir." Boromir coughed.

"Yes. Yes, in fact, it is." Denethor bit into a tomato, then swallowed. "You must stop."

"Dad, just tell him why," Boromir said.

Denethor was momentarily annoyed, but soon got over it. "Alright. My sources say she is best friend of Arwen Undomiel."

Faramir searched his brain for anything his dad had even mentioned about Arwen, and came up with nothing. "And..."

"If you make a bad impression on her, it could damage all my plans."

"What plans?"

Denethor looked up from his salad. "Plans to marry Arwen to Boromir, of course."