Notes: Thanks to taralkariel and Sapphire Wolf Master for their wonderful reviews. I really love Eowyn and Faramir as a couple (as can be seen by the subject of this fic), so I'm glad that other people agree with me.
However, I do not appreciate the other review I received. If anyone really dislikes my writing, you can do the mature thing and choose to ignore it. Try not to flame me and/or write criticisms without base. If you think my story is bad, please tell me what I'm doing wrong, instead of simply saying it's boring. I apologize if I'm not living up to your standards, but I can't really help it. I would appreciate it if anyone who simply wants to criticize would not use my story's review space to show unfavorable opinions about either the fanfic or the original story. Thank you.
Unfortunately, I do not have more than two sentences past this current update. Therefore, I will most likely not update again for a long time after this. Sorry. I'm trying to write more, but college is sucking away my life. Anyway, hugs to my readers. Enjoy!
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7 April, 3019 of the 3rd Age
Office of the Steward, Minas Tirith
I have finally had a chance to take a break from my duties as Steward, and write a little. I had been so incredibly busy with temporary repairs for the city, and preparations for the king's return and coronation. But then, the warden from the Houses of Healing came to me and asked me to do something about the Lady Eowyn, who was sorrowing still. The warden, I think, was purposely trying to play matchmaker, which might have annoyed me except that I am undeniably glad that he pushed me into it.
So this morning I visited her in the gardens, and walked with her again.
"You have not come for a long time," she finally said to me.
"No," I replied, "It's been eventful lately, and I have to do my father's duty. I'm sorry."
And after some more talk, I finally asked her if she loved me. She said she loved another, and I asked her if she truly did. I told her that I loved her, and I only wanted to know how she truly felt. Suddenly, as if I were in a dream, she seemed to open her eyes a little more, and she looked straight at me and said that, yes, she did indeed love me. I kissed her right then on the walls, and everyone saw, but we did not care. I am still unsure of whether it's really true, but I am rejoicing anyways.
Later
They have just now told me the details of my father's death. They say that before he died, he raved madness, attempted to burn me with him on a pyre, and finally threw himself off of the overlook. But they say that he also begged with Mithrandir not to take his remaining son away, that he seemed to love me, though in a raving, perverse way. I still remember Mithrandir telling me, before my suicide mission, that my father loved me and he would realize it before the end. I think now that the wizard was right.
Have I wronged my father by not mourning as I ought, by not weeping and tearing my hair because he died? Would he have loved me without being mad? What am I supposed to feel right now? Eowyn found me pacing unsurely in my office. She asked me what was wrong, so I told her about my father's death, and the very basic facts about his relationship with me. I asked her what I should do, what I should feel. She thought very shortly before telling me that if he was unkind to me, then I have every right not to tear out my hair over him. "And anyway," she added, "I've just promised myself to you. I expect that my intended is not going to be depressed after that." It made me smile.
I told Eowyn that I was not sure if everything between us wasn't just a dream, and she smirked at me, saying, "I can prove otherwise." And then she kissed me.