Eowyn awoke again in anticipation. She put on her gown and the jewels and soon was walking, hoping to find Faramir. She waited near the doors of the family's quarters but then allowed her self to leave, when out he came, and kissed her good morning, but bade her wait for he had important business to discuss with his father who had summoned him and Boromir.

--

"Sit," The Steward of Gondor ordered without preamble. Boromir glanced cautiously to his side at his brother, and they both obeyed.

Denethor sat as well and looked directly at Faramir. ' he playing's done, you want to marry or not?'

'Of course!'

'Now? In the next days?'

'Do we need it to be soon?'

'Perhaps. Let's just say that I've gotten some odd correspondence from Rohan.' The brothers knew better than to interrupt. They would talk about it later.

'Again, what say you, boy, you want to marry her now?'

"I think we should ask her." Faramir said quietly.

Boromir added, "Or her brothers"

"Oh leave them out of it." Denethor waved his hand dismissively, "They already made the agreement, she belongs to us now. And if they leave soon, they'll be saved from Lorthoriel."

Boromir protested, "Father . . .'

Denethor shot back, 'Don't affect charity, Boromir, commendable as your sentiments are. Everyone knows the truth, they just won't say it. So I will: nobody wanted little baggage to visit. I certainly did not ask her to come. She heard a king was come and wanted to trap him."

"Clever girl that" Boromir smiled.

Denethor growled a little but couldn't help smile. "Indeed."

Denethor turned his attention to the younger brother 'Faramir?'

'Ask her,' Faramir repeated softly.

--

The wedding was simple and the feast less so. Nobody desired the large festivities. The feeling about was that had it been Boromir, perhaps the fetivities would have been more elaborate. And certainly a wedding in Meduseld would have been more lively.

Not that Eomer, Theodred and Boromir were not doing their best to liven up the party. That began when it was noticed that Eomer was scowling at Faramir and always seem to bring his hand to his sword's hilt every time he looked at him. Boromir intervened with ale, and by evening's end, Eomer he was merry enough mangae a grimace in Faramir's direction, rather than a scowl.

Eowyn was sober, understanding the unspoken expectation. The only thing that changed her mood was when she viewed Lorthoriel sitting in the chair helpless as Theodred gave his attentions to the ladies who had no broken leg. Seeing how quickly the men's devotion had changed once she was no longer amusing to them cause Eowyn to pause, and almost feel sorry for her.

--

It was the deep of night, no moonlight streamed into the room. To his dismay, she was weeping. Finally he touched her gently on the arm, then wrapped his arms around her trembling body whispering over and over "I love you Eowyn, I love you."

And, finally against his naked shoulder she murmured, "I love you, too."

What else could she say?