A/N: Once again I am on to my next chapter. I'm quite amazed as to how fast this is moving along. I'm actually amazed that this is moving at all. Please bear with me anyone that's reading this because I still have no idea where to go, although wondereye's reply did help and I might use that if you don't mind. Thanks for the idea by the way. I think I might do this fic in first person again. It was fun.

Disclaimer: Do I really need to tell you that I don't own any of the characters that I use now and then? We all know that they belong to Tolkien, the genius of a man. On with the fic.

As the Rain Falls

Okay, I understand that the rain is needed in most of the surrounding area, but does it need to continue so persistently? At first it was great, refreshing, but now I'm just getting sick of it. Will it ever end?

Although, it might not be so bad if we weren't traveling either. Éowyn had sent news of her being with a child and it was decided that I should visit her. The rain didn't seem threatening at all so I decided to make my trek there, but this rain is becoming dreadful.

The other night it seemed refreshing with my thoughts, but between traveling and wanting to slaughter Faramir for making my younger sister pregnant, I swear I'll go absurd. I'll admit that Éowyn is probably ecstatic about her expectancy, but it just puts the threat of not having a family more heavily on my mind.

I'm still in turmoil about the situation. I don't know what to do. Maybe I'm making too big of a deal about this. There are plenty of women out there, but… no. I'm not going to do the "but" thing again. I've been doing it too much lately. People are starting to wonder if I've gone insane. Although I'm starting to wonder myself. What kind of man wonders so much about marriage and women and the future and everything else? Does every man do it or is it just me? Have I totally lost it already or am I getting close?

Maybe going to see Éowyn was a bad idea. With the traveling, I'm left with all of my thoughts on the open trail and I don't think that's a very good idea. Maybe I should stop thinking. I think I will. Starting right now. …

Few minutes later….

Damn rain. So much for not thinking. Maybe I should think about solving some of the disputes that lie behind me and are waiting for me when I get home. Let's see, there's the dispute about Raivos' farm being raided and needing aid, there's a few crops that are doing well, there's women that… this isn't going well.

How about thinking about something else? The past possibly. No, that won't do. I'll end up thinking about Éowyn and that will make me think of her being with a child. In turn I'll think about families and once again it's a never-ending cycle.

Maybe I really have gone insane. I don't think I've ever known anyone that was insane. At least not that I'm aware of. Can you tell the difference between sane and insane people? After a thought like that, there really isn't any wonder.

Hmm, would someone be able to love me if I'm insane? That puts an interesting twist on things. Okay, I'm not crazy, really I'm not. I'm just obsessive about this whole marriage issue because Éowyn and everyone else has it in my head that I need to get married. Why? Why me? Three more days of these thoughts, and then I shall get to question Éowyn's sanity.

A/N: Pointless chapter of rambling. Short chapter too. Yeah, but I figured he needed some kind of crazy thoughts on his way. By the way, where is Éowyn anyways? I wasn't really sure so I didn't make any reference. Reviews would be appreciated, as would ideas. Thank you. Namaarie.