A/N: Wow; this took forever to put up! Sorry about that. Like I said, from now on I'm not going to be posting that often because of school and such. For now, just enjoy this chapter and review your hearts out!

Éowyn's P.O.V.:

I am practically quaking with joy tonight in my bed to the point of insomnia. Am I really, truly going to marry Lord Faramir, the man whom I love? It cannot be, it simply cannot be!

Suddenly I cannot hold back my excitement any longer. Jolting from my bed, I lift my petticoats and head down the hall. Everything is so quiet, so serene that I feel the urge to scream the name of my love so it can bounce off the great walls and echo forever. The guards sleep against the columns and I shake a particularly young one until he awakes.

"Wh-What?" His lids fight to stay up.

"Please don't look at me in that way," I pout airily, "After all, I am to be married soon to Lord Faramir." He forces a look of confusion before his head drops back and he resumes his sleep. Yes, it is just as I thought; no one can seem to contain their joy for us!

I run outside and am still as I feel the cool breeze graze my left cheek. There lies the grave of my dear uncle. Walking slowly towards it, I rest my hands on the golden tomb where his body lies and lean in to kiss it gently. He would have been happy for me.

"Uncle," I whisper as my voice drifts off into the wind, "I've found him; I've finally found him."

Faramir's P.O.V.:

Go to sleep, you fool, go to sleep. Tomorrow you will wake in the Houses of Healing and find that it was all but a dream. You will see her sitting up on her bed saying, "Good heavens, sir, keep your drool where it belongs!" just as always.

But I'm not, she's not, and we are to be married! You fool, where did that dream come from? Pray tell me what you ate tonight to make you go insane?

Oh, just let me celebrate! You only get engaged once and sleep can be granted after the children come along. I assume.

How did everything happen so fast? I remember it like it was yesterday… you fool, it was today and you don't remember a thing! Right.

Éowyn's P.O.V.:

Maybe I should go back to my quarters before somebody finds me and throws a fit. I wander across the hall again because I suddenly can't seem to remember my way.

Cringing slightly at the thought, I frantically search through the maze of corridors to try and find my quarters. How can I have gotten lost? I've lived here for most of my life! Curse that Lord Faramir; he makes me forget everything.

As I head for my brother's room, I suddenly am quite grateful that his is the most heavily guarded one because it makes it much easier to find. Slipping in a sharp piece of hay through the keyhole to unlock the door, I sneak past the sleeping guards into his chambers. They really need to tighten the security around here.

Tip-toeing up to his bed past the wooden furniture, I shake his arm vigorously. Lothíriel unconsciously drapes her arm across his chest as if to protect him.

"Éomer, wake up!" I whisper loudly. He twitches and snores loudly in his sleep. "That's… king… to you…" he murmurs. Then he opens his eyes with a startled moment of realization and sees me sitting by his bedside.

"Sister! Do not wake me so! You could be killed for trying to break into my room!" I grin nervously but don't have the heart to tell him how easy it was. "Why are you here?" He asks urgently. "Are you in danger? Is someone following you? Are you going to war?"

Sheepishly I tell him the truth. "I, um, seem to have lost my way back to my chambers." His mouth opens slowly with anger. "Not out drinking, I pray? Éowyn, as the sister of the king, you now have a reputation to uphold! Now go to sleep outside and let this be a lesson to you. No more drinking!" With that, he pulls the covers over his head and refuses to say another word.

Annoyed with his insensitivity towards my situation, I spit on his toes peeking out from the end of the bed. "I felt that, sister!" he says with rage as he curls his body up so that no skin is showing. I take such pleasure in destroying this man's dignity. The way he puts on such airs with his new crown is disgusting.

Reluctantly I stand and walk out to the corridor again. Perhaps sleeping outside is not such a bad idea. Opening the door and feeling the wind's cold breath pierce my skin, I slowly walk towards a giant mound of warm hay. Covering myself with this newfound sunshine, I drift off to sleep with dreams of my new life with… what is his name?