Disclaimer: Back in chapter one. And everything still is the same. I don't own a thing.

Author's note: Been a while, hasn't it? I think the last time I posted a part of this was back in late August but look, I found a break from my mountains and mountains of homework from my Trig and AP English class and Journalism and Creative Writing. They say that the senior year of high school is supposed to be easy. Ha! College applications, maintaining a good GPA, and standardized test galore (SATS mainly)! Anyhow, I thought of this idea on my birthday back on the fourth of September. Hope it turns out well. Like always, review please. It would be awesome if I got to 25 or even 30 reviews...

It was the spring following Losswen's first birthday. Faramir wondered outside their home into a courtyard that had recently begun to bloom in the spring. He always liked it out here. It reminded him of his days of being Captain of the Ithlien Rangers when he didn't have to deal with his father. But that was the past and the present was now.

He had a beautiful family. Èowyn had become his other half; after six years since their marriage, their love for one another had only deepened. And a little over a year ago, Èowyn had given birth to his little Losswen. His pride and joy. How much she was like her father, Èowyn would always say. Faramir thought the direct opposite since she looked very much like his wife.

But today matched his mood. The world was in full bloom; showing off its happiness as he lounged under a tree, eyes shut just relaxing the first time in a good while with an unused sketchbook laying at his side, just wanting to be used. Èowyn had seen Faramir sketching their daughter while he was suppose to be working. And his wife had come up with the idea of Faramir making a record of Losswen's milestones by drawing since he was so good at it.

But he soon heard his wife's voice, calling for him. "Faramir! Faramir, there you are!"

Lazily, he opened his eyes seeing his wife come towards with little Losswen saddled on Èowyn's hip. "Yes, dear?" he answered softly brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"I need you to watch Losswen this afternoon. I've been planning to take a ride this afternoon for a month now. Do you remember?" she asked softly.

"How could I forget? You take the afternoon off and I take the afternoon off watching our daughter. I've been looking forward to spending some time with her, finally free from a busy schedule." He sat up and leaned against the tree, taking his daughter from Èowyn. "You be safe, Èowyn."

She laughed mockingly, "And you. Losswen has been very...active today." Èowyn set her daughter on the ground as Faramir opened his arms. Losswen smiled innocently and took the few awkward steps to her father, laughing merrily.

"Come on, my little snow maiden. You're almost there!" Faramir encouraged his daughter. But at the last few steps, his daughter faltered and almost stumbled to the ground if it wasn't for her father's catch. "Just like your mother, such a strong spirit." He playfully blew a raspberry on her stomach causing Losswen to laugh all the more.

Èowyn smiled and gave Faramir and Losswen once last farewell before setting on her afternoon ride.

"Well, Losswen, it is just you and me now..." Faramir whispered setting his daughter in his lap just as she tried to crawl after a ladybug that had just caught her attention.

Faramir's POV

She had almost walked all the way. Just a month ago, Losswen had begun walking. Keep in mind, just little steps but still it was walking nonetheless. She had been so proud of her new found talent though she still preferred being carried or crawling every chance she got.

I watch with amusement as she crawled towards the ladybug, only to be dismayed when her prey got away. But that did not bother her not in the least. She quickly found a daisy to keep her mind occupied with.

She was growing up so quickly... first it was her walking and soon she would be talking. Already she has attempted to speak but all that came was her own unique gibberish.

I pulled Losswen back into my lap, feeling better knowing that Losswen was safe with me. She said something in her gibberish and craned her neck looking me and held the daisy up to me. "For me, little one? I feel honored but I must admit it looks better with you, Losswen," I replied softly taking the flower and sticking it behind her ear.

She feels the flower behind her ear and takes it out attempting to do the same with me. I find myself laughing at my daughter's antics. Her mouth opens again, attempting to speak but she finds all that comes out is gibberish.

I find myself going back to memories that I had long forgotten involving Boromir and myself playing out in one of our mother's favorite gardens when I was no more than seven on a beautiful day such as this. We were wrestling out of sibling rivalry... nothing more than brotherly love. I remember Boromir challenging me to see who was the strongest. At the moment, Boromir was letting me win though I could not really tell. I was winning and that was all that mattered. But the fun soon ended when my father came out... separating Boromir and I and the name of "tutoring."

But my mind was brought back to the present once I heard Losswen's laughing again. She struggled to get free from my grasp. She shouted, pointing at a ladybug near by. "Is that what has caught your eye, Losswen?" I asked quietly.

Then an idea came to mind. I got up and carefully caught the ladybug in my hand and sat back beside my daughter. Carefully, I lay the little ladybug in her hand and she giggled in the delight as the small creature crawl over her hand. This was the perfect opportunity to capture this. I leaned against the tree and opened the clean sketchpad and began to sketch determinedly a picture of my little snow maiden.

By the time I had finished the final details of my drawing, Losswen lay in the grass beside me, eyes closed letting me know she was napping. I shifted my weight and picked her up, laying her across my chest. It was better than having to bath her twice in a day...

I felt her crawl up into my lap, tired by the afternoon. I tucked my sketchbook under my arm and picked my daughter up and began to carry her back to the house. Losswen snaked her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around me.

It was now night, time for Losswen's bedtime. Èowyn had just returned from her afternoon ride bearing a new stuffed horse for Losswen made from one of my old tunics. Now I knew why Èowyn had rode out, not wanting our curious daughter to find her surprise. She met us at the door, walking at my side as we reached her room. Èowyn took the sketchbook from under my arm and set it aside on a shelf in Losswen's room.

"Did she eat dinner?" Èowyn asked in a hushed whisper.

I nodded and replied, "I had to have one of our servants bring it to us because she refused to leave the courtyard but I did do a drawing today," I replied laying my daughter in her crib.

Èowyn started to dress her in her nightgown and spoke softly. "She stayed clean today! I thought she would be napping in the dirt, just like her father would be," she added playfully as she gave Losswen the little stuff horse. Losswen grabbed it and held it tightly.

I smiled thinking of the thought. "I take offence to that, milady. But I have another memory to add involving my daughter. She came so close to saying 'papa'! She is growing to quickly for me. I am beginning to feel old!" I said in a whisper.

"She has that effect on people. But come, tell me of today," Èowyn said. "You mentioned a drawing..."

Faramir bent down to kiss upon his sleeping daughter's brow. "Good night, my little one," he whispered before following Èowyn to their adjoining room, quietly reciting his day in great detail.

And there you go, chapter three. Sorry it took me so long but my senior year of high school has been keeping me busy as of late. I hope this chapter turned out well enough... so review and tell me what you think! Sorry for any typos but I am dead tired and I have an AP English test tomorrow. Oh boy. I'll try to update Pranks of the Summer by the end of this week if I can. And I already have a fourth chapter for Fatherhood in the works. Losswen says her first word! Anyhow, I'm off for tonight... later. And thanks to those who review this for me. You all are awesome.