Author/Banshee Queen: (Relieved sigh) I am so sorry peoples! I know its been a hell of a long time to post this next chapter but I had end of term assessment, tests, assignments, orals...ugh. It killed me having to get through them but now that its the holidays I'll be writing alot more& again please forgive mefor the long delay.

This chapter I think is a bit more on the 'touchy feely grabby' side, and when I say 'grabby' I mean 'grabby'. You'll see. Anyway tell me what you think of this chappie, I've been dying to get it done & posted for you guys. Happy reading. :)

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Chapter 3: Pleasant Wake-Up Calls & A Road Trip

Golden light rained down from a window above the bed when Arwen's eyes flickered open from the pain of something heavy pressed against her flat chest. Judging by the intensity of its glare she squinted.

Probably 9, 9:30. Said the little voice in her head.

Straining her eyes to look down, she grunted. It felt as if someone had placed a boulder the size of Mount Doom on her chest. When her eyes finally landed on what they sought, they froze. Faramir's head was comfortably nestled between her breasts, mouth open in an adorable little O-shape. His right hand rested on her stomach, feet entwined with hers. Arwen's heart pounded like a drummer boy practicing his worksheet.

How to move his hand and-, Arwen looked down hopelessly, -this brick of a head.

As if reading her thoughts, Faramir stirred, lifting his head and twisting around to smile down at her.

"Good morning gorgeous."

The Elf managed a strangled laugh.

"Gorgeous? Why- why, why would you call me that?"

Faramir frowned at her in confusion as if her comment were sarcastic, at the same time tugging a dark green robe onto his shoulders.

"Because you are gorgeous, because I love you, and because you're my delectable wife", grinned Faramir as he planted a quick kiss on her lips before striding off towards the bathroom looking back at her all the while smiling widely.

Oh God, oh God, oh God! Moaned the voice in her head as her head hit the pillow hard. What to do, what to do…

Sitting upright she poked her head out the window, rubbing her neck as she craned it up one level of Minas Tirith, the King and Queen's quarters…her quarters…she felt her knuckles whitening at the thought of Éowyn trying something, anything…the blood drained from Arwen's face. What if she had done something? What if…what if…Aragorn. The Elf's thoughts turned to her beloved, and in misery she sank back down beneath the coverlets, despairingly chewing over the fact that she was stuck in the body of a woman she hated.

When Éowyn opened her eyes to a beam of sunlight streaming through the curtains of the window next to her bed, she instantly froze. Something warm and large lay contentedly on her chest.

Well, Arwen's bloody chest. Thought Éowyn.

Taking a second look down again she cringed under Aragorn's 'grasp.' With his head on the pillow facing towards her, legs entwined within hers; his right hand moulded her left breast perfectly, even shifted occasionally under her breathing or if she moved an inch. Suddenly his hand left her breast and began wandering further South. Éowyn exhaled deeply but not soon after she gasped and held her breath, wondering how 'far' Aragorn would go. She could feel his hand slowly creeping down, down, down…Éowyn flung back the covers and leapt out of bed with a dismayed yell. Without warning Aragorn's eyes opened wide, but softened once seeing her stunned expression.

"Mae Govannem Melamin." Smiled Aragorn.

Melamin…I know this one…'My Love' isn't it? But what the hell was Mae-

"What?" Questioned Éowyn shifting under his gaze.

The King erupted with a roar of laughter, slapping his hand on the mattress hard.

"I'm sorry if I startled you Melamin", laughed Aragorn, "guess that's not the best way to wake up huh? Should've warned you at least." He threw her a large grin followed by a wink before opening the bedroom door and closing it quietly behind him.

"Should've warned me alright", said Éowyn to no-one in particular rubbing her collarbone nervously.

Waltzing slowly over towards the window once the tension of being in the same room as Aragorn had worn off, the White Lady looked out again upon the White City. It looked so beautiful.

So beautiful in any light in fact. She regarded.

Her eyes came to rest on the Guests Quarters again.

"Arwen, Arwen, Arwen", she sighed running a hand through Arwen's head of long dark hair, "you are such a lucky woman, lucky enough to have my Faramir in your arms."

A single tear trailed down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, frowning at the sudden surge of spittle reaching her lips. Éowyn bolted for the bathroom door just as Aragorn reappeared with a parcel in his hands.

BANG!

The door slammed shut and the next thing Éowyn knew, she was sitting on the bathroom floor with her head resting against the toilet seat.

"Ohhhh", moaned the White Lady gathering herself up and flushing the toilet.

A knock at the door made her jump.

"Arwen? Are you alright? What's wrong?" Came Aragorn's worried inquiry.

"I'm fine, I'm fine Aragorn", she replied shakily, wiping a hand of cool water over her face.

"Alright then, if you need any help call me okay?"

"Will do." Whispered Éowyn to herself.

What brought that on? Surely not the weather or food from last night…probably just nerves.

Éowyn slowly peeked around the side of the bathroom door.

No sign of Aragorn.

The White Lady hurriedly searched through Arwen's closet for something decent to wear.

Ugh, more stupid low-cut gowns.

Then by some wonder Éowyn's eye caught something yellow to the end of the rack. A canary yellow shimmering gown of silk, the rim of the neck swooped low, but high enough to cover the cleavage area.

"Perfect", whispered Éowyn smiling.

"Aragorn!" Called Faramir waving to his friend and casually jogging over. "Hey, how ya' doin'?"

"Alright", smiled his friend, "and you? How's Éowyn by the way? Don't know where Arwen was before I reached our chamber last night, and even then she was all jumpy."

"Yeah me too", frowned Faramir scrubbing a hand through his hair, "did you notice anything strange in your wife's behaviour last night? Anything at all?"

Aragorn frowned at his friend over his knee, hurriedly lacing one boot. "No why? Something happen between you and Éowyn?"

"No," Faramir hesitated, "well yes, she shielded her eyes with a hand after I took my shirt off, moments later acting all shocked and going pale to see me without one before asking me to put one on. Strange, so strange dude."

Aragorn nodded deep in thought.

"I know what you mean, Arwen stood staring out the window last night as if reluctant to come to bed and looking down on the Guests' Quarters I saw her knuckles whiten, whiten man! It's as if she were angry or something." The King sighed deeply. "I don't know, I just don't know. She was sick this morning too, think it might've been something to do with the food last night, that chicken just didn't taste right to me."

"Mmmm", Faramir nodded, mind off someplace else as usual.

"So what's up? Anything in particular you wanted to tell me?"

"Well there was something…but now I just can't put my finger on it", Faramir grinned knowingly, "oh well." An even larger grin followed suit.

Aragorn sighed and laughed heartily before saying; "2 games of pool before breakfast?"

The fair haired man nodded enthusiastically before walking off with an arm placed around his friend's shoulder.

"There you are!" Exclaimed Arwen walking briskly towards Éowyn. "And what in Middle-Earth are you wearing?"

Éowyn whipped her head left to look at 'herself' half walking, half running towards her. Sitting at the 'breakfast table' in the Citadel she idly stared ahead at the opposite wall.

"Canary yellow", said Éowyn coldly, "lovely isn't it?" She said picking up her tone, scraping back her chair and twirling around in a circle just to look the part.

"It makes me look fat, is something that'd I'd never normally wear and is way too bright on the eyes Éowyn."

"Oh really? And what makes you think I oh say…give a shit?" Yelled Éowyn.

Arwen's lips immediately curled into a snarl and she firmly planted her hands on her hips.

"You've got some real nerve talking to me like that Éow-

"I've got some nerve?" Cut in Éowyn raising an eyebrow fiercely.

"Yes you do." Replied Arwen.

"Let me tell you something Evenstar", began Éowyn prodding a finger hard into 'her' own chest, "you're the one who's got some nerve insulting me the way you did yesterday afternoon so don't give me that shit, bitch! Cause' these ears aren't listening." With that, Éowyn turned away abruptly, stalking towards the doors of the Citadel.

"So first you insult me, my 'lifestyle'" Arwen used inverted commas, "my man and our relationship and expect me to feel guilty about saying what I did?"

Éowyn's jaw hung open, eyes bulged out of her head.

"You should feel guilty you spoilt bitch! You insulted my good deeds during the War of the Ring, and said that you have so much more than I do with Faramir now!"

"Hey!" Shouted Arwen loudly, "Don't go calling me a bitch Goldie-Locks when you're the one who's always acting like you can get your way and always get away with it!"

"Excuse me? I'm not the one always playing the sad, willowy-elf, forlorn 'oh look at me my people are sailing into the West' type act! That show went bust a long time ago honey!"

This time it was Arwen's turn for her eyes to protrude from out of her head.

"That was harsh Éowyn, and uncalled for." Ended Arwen quietly, blue eyes penetrating her offended-stance.

"Not as harsh as what I could say…" Mumbled Éowyn turning to go.

"What?" Arwen's eyes widened with suspicion as she eyed her 'friend'.

"Nothing you don't need to know Undómiel." She pronounced the name sharply.

"Don't give me that crap Éowyn I-

As one, a million thoughts tumbled through her head.

Does she know something I don't? Has Aragorn said or done something he shouldn't have? Has she-

Then it dawned on the Elven Princess, and her face was a mask of pure horror.

Did Éowyn try something last night?

Arwen was on her in a second, both hands gripping 'her' shoulders tightly, teeth grinding sharply against themselves, voice a squall like a rising hurricane.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Arwen shrieked like a banshee, boring down upon the quivering Éowyn.

The Rohirrim Princess cowered beneath 'her own' furious gaze but then smirked and straightened, pushing Arwen back.

"NOTHING THAT YOU WOULDN'T LIKE TO KNOW!" Screamed Éowyn pushing Arwen back roughly.

"WELL I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW!"

"ALRIGHT!" Yelled Éowyn feeling the blood drain from her face once she calmed down.

Wow…did I really just yell like that? Thought Arwen as she unconsciously smoothed her skirts. I must be steel. A queen must always outwardly have a stance like steel. Steel…calm, cool and serene. Breathe…

Éowyn stared at her friend blankly, wondering what on earth she was thinking while standing there staring at the ground like a vegetable.

No matter what she says, it can't hurt you.

"Arwen? What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing", the Elven Princess murmured, eyes bent to the ground.

"Well before I tell you anything we need to sort out what we're going to do about this whole situation" began Éowyn lifting her voice as she turned to stare at one of the many statues of Stewards lining the hall.

"And? Any plans hidden away in that blonde skull of yours?"

The White lady muttered something incoherent which Arwen was sure, was not a nice 'compliment.'

"Say we're going on a trip."

"A trip?" Arwen raised an eyebrow in question.

"We need to find that woman, she's our only way of getting back to normal Undómiel."

"Don't call me that!" Retorted the Elf.

Éowyn placed her hands on her hips, neck craning forwards.

"Well that is your name isn't it? Or do you prefer different identities?"

"No that would be you, Dernhelm." Hissed Arwen.

"Smooth, real smooth Undómiel."

The Elf simply glared contemptuously at her 'friend.'

"A trip huh? Well then we better get packing." The blue eyed Elf flipped 'her' blonde hair over her shoulder and stalked off towards her room.

"You're forgetting something very important Undómiel."

"And that would be?"

"Where we're going stupid."

Arwen hissed loudly at the mention of the word and sniffed arrogantly before questioning; "Well where are we going?

"Rohan", Éowyn stated proudly, smiling and crossing her arms.

The Elf's eyes widened in horror.

"What?"

"You heard me", replied Éowyn waving away two impatient servants.

"We can't go there!" Whined Arwen marching after 'herself.'

"And why not?" Roared Éowyn whipping Arwen in the face with her own mane of dark hair as she spun to face her.

"I can't ride like a bloody soldier like you can!"

A coy smile formed on Éowyn's pout-like lips.

"Oh yes I forgot, you're more of an 'inside girl' with 'inside hobbies'."

"That's not what I meant blondie", growled Arwen fixing the skirts of her red dress. By some wonder she had found the thing at the back of Éowyn's closet all creased and crumpled. "Acting like you is a cinch if you're a tomboy", continued Arwen watching Éowyn's expression darken, "but I can't very well ride like you and I don't know the ways of the Court in Rohan."

"Lucky for you then. My brother is easy going when it comes to matters of the court and he won't greet you too formal-like. We're brother and sister and he knows I hate that sort of thing. He won't make you do anything against your will unless it is absolutely necessary."

The Elf nodded deep in thought, seeming to weigh up the good points and the bad.

"Good", nodded Éowyn seeing that Arwen had given it enough thought to say yes.

"You realize you're going to have to be the one to make this request, don't you?"

A look of horror streaked across Éowyn's face.

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're the Queen of Gondor", replied Arwen in a high pitched mimicking tone, "because you're beautiful and use your assets to get your way with the King, and because you're an Elf who has to have everything done to perfection."

"I never said any of the last thing you said Undómiel", glared Éowyn.

"Yeah but you were thinkin' it."

"Whatever", grumbled the White Lady.

Right at that precise moment the doors to the Citadel flew open and in walked Aragorn clutching the sides of his stomach laughing hard while Faramir walked beside him eagerly continuing his joke.

"…and then he said that Treebeard had lost his marbles and wouldn't be surprised because after seeing him spot one floating in the water at Isengard."

Aragorn doubled over, face going red from laughing so hard. Both Arwen and Éowyn instinctively grabbed onto a chair to hold themselves up, dreading the task of having to greet 'their husbands' without showing a little affection.

"Melamin." Smiled Aragorn walking over towards Éowyn with both arms outstretched.

The little hope Éowyn had inside of her shattered into a million pieces and she unconsciously turned bug-eyed as the King of Gondor wrapped both arms around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Uhh…Mela-min", the word came out as slur as Éowyn smiled nervously, stance as rigid as a pole.

On the other side of the table Arwen was forcibly trying to relax within Faramir's warm hug.

"How was your morning?" Asked Faramir stepping back and smiling at her. "Miss me? I know I missed you."

At that moment Éowyn looked over at Arwen and Faramir together and hearing Faramir's words stared forlornly at Arwen, waiting for her reaction. She merely smiled timidly and rubbed her arm, again smiling anxiously when Faramir pulled out her chair for her and kissed her cheek before seating himself.

Oh God Faramir…if I was over there I'd, I'd-

"What were you saying Arwen?"

Aragorn's voice echoed across the top of her thoughts and the White Lady looked up suddenly, a surprised look painted on her face.

"A trip."

"Oh? Where to?" Mumbled Aragorn carefully trying not to cut through a piece of fried egg without the yolk breaking.

"Rohan."

Faramir abruptly coughed on a piece of bacon.

"Rohan? You of all people?" He questioned raising an eyebrow in astonishment.

Aragorn glared scornfully at his friend, Arwen's eyes alight with blue fire.

"It wasn't actually me that wanted to go", Éowyn winced inwardly, feeling a part of her heart dissolve right then and there, "but Éowyn."

"Well now that makes sense", mumbled Faramir scooping up the last of his fried egg.

"Can it Faramir, or I'll take away your right to have children."

The fair haired man stared at his friend in shock, going pale in the face almost instantly. Aragorn ignored him, instead turning his eyes to Éowyn who looked like she would throw up any minute now.

"Rohan? The four of us? Like with a road trip and everything?"

Éowyn turned her head left and looked at Aragorn whose eyes were shining bright with eagerness and somehow laced with mischief. Looking back at Arwen she saw the nervousness in her eyes and kicked her with the heel of her shoe.

"Oww!" Hissed the Elf, glaring at the White Lady with disdain. After a moment she sighed deeply and looking up at Aragorn muttered; "Yes Rohan. I've missed Éomer of late and want so much to see him again."

"Missed Éomer of late?" What the hell? I don't even know the guy! Yelled the little voice in Arwen's head.

"Well alright, let's do it!" Cheered Aragorn scraping back his chair and jumping up into the air.

"Oh man this is gonna' be awesome!" Cried Faramir smacking Aragorn a high five as the two began to dance around the table together.

From the breakfast table both Arwen and Éowyn stared at their husbands in disbelief, jaws hanging wide open.

"Road trip!" Laughed Aragorn loudly.

"Pranks!" Squealed Faramir linking arms with his friend and doing a little jig.

They both turned to one another, eyes widening at the same thought.

"BEER! WOOOOOOOOOO!"

"You'd think they would care about the relationship between a neighbouring kingdom but no, they go on about beer", scoffed Arwen rolling her eyes.

"Yeah", agreed Éowyn watching their immature antics, "I betcha they'll be thinking about what kind of prank to pull on Éomer first. Egg yolks in his bath or firecrackers in his bed."

The two women laughed together heartily, both secretly surprised at themselves for having let their guard down for only a moment.

Ugh! Did I just agree with her? What the hell are you thinking Éowyn?

Underneath the table Arwen was violently pinching her hands to death.

You're a Queen for Valar's sake! You don't converse with the enemy just because you're husband does with her husband! Wait a minute… 'converse with the enemy?' What the? Get your act together Undómiel!

"I'm going to pack." Muttered Éowyn walking off in the direction of the Citadel doors.

Me too. Sighed Arwen.

"And don't forget to pack me some warm clothes! Rohan's a cold place Undómiel!"

"Yeah yeah I know! I've been there before." Shouted back Arwen.

Both Aragorn and Faramir looked up from their mock wrestling match, frowning at the Elf strangely.

"Melamin…are you alright? Do you need some panadol or maybe a little rest?"

"Dude, she just woke up! She doesn't need another rest!" Whispered Faramir desperately, half choking, wheezing with Aragorn's arm wrapped tight around his neck.

"No, no I'm fine", laughed Éowyn nervously, tripping over her skirts as she hurriedly made her way towards the hallway situated past the Steward's chair which led to the King and Queen's bedchamber.

Once she was out of earshot Aragorn dropped Faramir to the floor and stared after his wife confusedly.

"Dude", wheezed Faramir rubbing his red neck, "you seriously need to check out the city's water supply."

The dark haired man simply looked down at his friend and pursed his lips thoughtfully.

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