Éowyn sat in her room silently. Usually she played loud rock music and did her homework, but now she just sat on her bed and moped. She had pissed Faramir off and now really...

Missed him? Or was it Aragorn she was missing? She lay back, thinking.

"What's going, sis?"

"Ahh!" she screamed, sitting up. "What the hell is it, Éomer. You freaked me out."

"My sis has got a boyfriend," he sang. "Haha..."

"Shut up." A tear started to fall down her cheek.

He wiped it off and frowned. "Sorry. I really came to tell you that he's downstairs waiting to talk to you."

"I don't wanna talk to Faramir," she said.

Éomer started to walk out but realized what she said. "Sis, it's not Faramir down there, it's Aragorn."

She screamed.

"Um, yes, this is Faramir. Of Gondor. Yeah. Thanks Mr. Elrond." Faramir sighed. "I'll talk to her later. By- she's there? Ok. Can you put her on the line? Thanks." He had been dreading this. Dad would kill him for telling Arwen, but she needed to know.

"Hello?"

"Yes, this Faramir. Um, this is Arwen?"

"Yeah. So? What's going?"

"Um... um..." he stuttered. "You're gonna be married to Boromir!" he said bluntly.

"What the heck! Are you serious? Daddy! Do you know what Faramir just told me!"

"Arwen! Shut up!" Faramir desperately tried to hide his displeasure from Denethor, who was sitting a couple of feet away.

"Son? Who are you talking to?" Denethor looked up from The Gondorian Times.

"Um, just a friend. I met her at school."

"Faramir said that I'm getting married to Boromir! Oh, you want to talk to him? Okay. Faramir? Faramir? This is my dad. Ok?"

Faramir hung up.

After running a brush through her hair and putting on a nicer pair of pants, (she had been wearing messy sweats) she trotted down the stairs. "Hi Aragorn!"

Aragorn turned from where he had been observing the mantelpiece and hung up his cell phone. "Oh, hi. I came to... came to see. Well, I mean, you were really nice at the pizza parlor place... and well. Um. I wanted to"

"Kiss her?" mentioned Éomer, who was reading Rohan Sports Weekly.

Both went pink and Éowyn rushed him out of the room.

"Um. I wanted to see if. Well, I'm... going to a play next week. It's not really much, but..."

"Yes?" She smiled tried to hide her happiness.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the ball- I mean play! - with me."

Éowyn laughed. "Where did you get the ball line?"

He blushed. "It sounded nice in the Harry Potter commercial. Anyway, it's in two days at 8:00."

"Won't Arwen mind? I thought you were going out!"

Aragorn looked at his shoes. "She just called. She's going to get pizza with Faramir's brother in two days. Cause she's gonna marry him."

Her jaw dropped. "What the hell? Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't Faramir tell me?"

"I'm glad you decided to go. I thought you'd rather go with Faramir, but I guess - well it's all good."

Éowyn's eyes bulged. "Faramir! I forgot! Um, Aragorn, I'll have to talk to you later. I'm sorry. See ya!" She dashed upstairs.