Same night. Wow, I'm getting better at this. Although I am more tired than before, so maybe this won't be so good. Anyway.

If anyone wants to know what my image of Faramir is, this girl is absolutely amazing: anke.edoras-art.de/ankehome.html. Hopefully that html will stay there. Copy and paste it, and put the http-colon-slash-slash in front, and not the www. That's exactly what I picture Faramir to look like. It's amazing. And he's shirtless in the first one, too. But that's just the fangirl in me...

Anyway, do I really need a disclaimer at this point? Enjoy!

-The Author

"Eowyn," said Lothiriel, "For if you may, I'll call you that; we're to be sisters, are we not? And good friends, I think." Eowyn nodded, her mouth too full of crumbcake to answer that fully. Lothiriel continued. "Has my brother asked you about our cousin Faramir yet?"

Eowyn spit out her crumbcake and coughed a little. Lothiriel jumped back in her seat. She checked her dress to see if any crumbs had fallen on her, and then asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," said Eowyn. "I think I just bit off more than I could chew." She swallowed some tea, as if to make a point, took a moment to think if he had indeed ever asked about Faramir, and said, "Yes, he asked me about Faramir. I thought it an odd request, didn't you?"

"In a way. Ammy and Faramir have always taken interests in each others affairs." Lothiriel smiled whimsically. She had just the face for whimsy. She said, "My brother worshipped him as a boy. He followed him everywhere, and Faramir told him stories, great stories that he learned from Mithrandir. For he is a Wizard's pupil, you know." Eowyn nodded. She had heard a great many things about Mithrandir, from Faramir and her Uncle. Lothiriel continued. "I followed Ammy everywhere, so I heard those stories, too. Very romantic stories. Well, anyway, he asked me if I'd heard anything about Cousin Faramir being in love. What a thing!"

"Yes," said Eowyn. "What a thing."

"I'm all for it," said Lothiriel. "I'm surprised it hasn't happened already. He is very handsome. And tall. But have you heard anything about his being in love?"

She very nearly answered, recently? There had to be some clever, neutral response to that.

"I thought immediately to ask you," said Lothiriel, "because you and he both were in the Houses of Healing at the End of the War, so I think you might have known each other."

"Yes," said Eowyn, "Yes, we have met."

"And do you know anything?"

"About Faramir, you mean?"

Lothiriel laughed a little. "Yes, and about his being in love."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Eowyn stood in her seat, but Brenna was already nearly there. She threw open the door and said, perhaps too loud, "My Lord Eomer!"

Eowyn breathed a sigh of relief.

Eomer entered the room, his boots banging against the wood. Eowyn and Lothiriel stood and curtseyed. He bowed in return. Eowyn introduced the two. They curtseyed and bowed again, and Lothiriel returned to her dessert. Eomer looked for only a moment more at the little princess, and then smiled at his sister. "On my way here, sister, we were run over by a pageboy."

He held out a letter. Eowyn took it. She saw immediately from the seal, and the writing on the front, that the letter was from Faramir. She wondered if Eomer wondered at this. She tried to open the letter casually.

My dear, (it said)

(And here was some silly romantic fluff that we will spare you from)

It has suddenly occurred to me, ere these thoughts came to mind, that perhaps in your reasonings with your brother you ought to avoid the mention of me. It might seem impure on a woman's part to reveal a love affair to her brother. You are, of course, at full leisure to discuss such impurities with me. I would welcome such discussion, in fact; especially if you were wearing your blue gown. Perhaps you know the one I am speaking of?

(here he continued with more romantic talk that we will, again, spare you from)

In hope,

(and here he signed with his full name and titles, which, again, but for the sake of room this time, we will spare you from)

She tried to read the letter casually as well, but there were so many parts that made her giggle and blush that it was difficult not to. It was obvious to Lothiriel that Eowyn was reading a love letter. To Eomer, whoever the letter-writer was had a great amount of wit about him(?), to make his sister laugh so.

At last Eowyn folded the paper and smiled at them both.

"Well," she said, "Has my brother the King of Rohan become a pageboy for Gondor, or has he another reason for visiting?"

Eomer drew up a chair to the table, which gave him an excuse to smile at Lothiriel. She returned the smile, and took a sip of tea. It had become lukewarm. She gestured at Brenna, who left for a new pot of hot water. Eowyn in this time sat down, and Eomer spoke.

"In a week's time we will leave for Rohan," said Eomer. Eowyn started. She had forgotten entirely about returning to Rohan. She had forgotten entirely that her Uncle needing to be buried. A wave of guilt and loss fell upon her, which was understandable. "And then, I think you ought to come back here," he continued, not noticing her sudden grief. "You seem to be happier here than ever you did in Rohan. You'll marry Amrothos and settle near the sea, which I hear greatly resembles the grasses in the wind, so you won't miss home too much." He smiled at her.

Now was her chance.

Except Lothiriel was sitting there, smiling at them both, her grey eyes, which were big and bright like Faramir's, looked from sister to brother and back again. Her face, however, more resembled her brother's, only softer, more womanly. There was the round face, and the smiling lips, and the hair, messed up, as if sexily. Faramir's face was lordly and proud, and could be stern and gentle at once. And his hair was always in place.

"I would like to discuss this with you later," said Eowyn.

Eomer looked surprised, but nodded.