Been a while, sorry. I don't own anything about this except Linwe.

-The Author

Two elves were watching the proceedings take place; the very familiar Figwit, and Linwe, currently pacing. Linwe sat down and rubbed her hands together. "Here it comes," she said. "It'll be love at first sight, I know it."

Figwit put a finger to his lips, and they watched in eager silence. The Warden was speaking to Faramir, who was hardly paying attention. Faramir was looking at the ground, his arms crossed before him. Figwit was reminded of Linwe's little ramble yesterday, and all his little nods and shrugs to show he was listening. After he was done speaking, Eowyn herself came forward.

Faramir immediately dropped his arms and leaned backwards, looking taller. Linwe giggled and tapped her feet anxiously. Apparently Faramir had been paying closer attention than Figwit had thought. He asked her a few questions, to double-check the Warden's story, all of which Eowyn confirmed with a hint of annoyance.

"Why isn't she looking at him?" Linwe hissed.

Figwit shushed her again, to hear Faramir say, "I have no power to grant that. I, too, am a prisoner of the Warden's."

Linwe fairly squealed. Figwit began to feel faintly annoyed at her.

Eowyn looked up at last. Linwe did not make a sound; she even clapped her hands over her mouth to prevent it. Even so, his annoyance grew.

For some reason, Eowyn began to speak of the death of her uncle Théoden. Faramir listened closely, and in fact, the more she spoke, the more his interest grew apparent. When she finished, he said, "It still is not in my power to grant."

"So kiss her already!" Linwe hissed.

Figwit glared at her. Linwe stuck out her chin at him and sat back to frown at her washbasin.

The irritation on Eowyn's face echoed Figwit's irritation at Linwe. Fortunately for Eowyn, Faramir was in a much more helpful mood.

"Is there nothing I can do for you, my Lady?" he asked.

Eowyn thought for a moment, and then said, "My window doesn't face east."

"That I can grant," Faramir said.

Linwe growled low in her throat. At least when she did that, it was cute, Figwit thought. Although it was less cute than when he wasn't annoyed at her. "Do something more," she hissed. "Figwit!"

He shot her a look. What did she think he could do?

Faramir rectified the situation on his own. "But in return," he said, "You must walk with me in the Gardens every day, and talk with me."

Eowyn blinked in surprise. "My Lord, I am not very good company."

"I desire company," said Faramir. "And I declare unto you, that you are very beautiful."

Linwe giggled as if she had been the one receiving the compliment.