Forgot to do this earlier...

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I don't own much of anything really. If I had own it, you can bet Faramir would have had more face time.

Delighted= Boromir

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed."

-Jiddu Krishnamurti

I sat outside the room on a hard bench, my body tense and my eyes focused on my baby brother. He was walking back forth across the room with a rigid stance and a look of utter terror on his fair face. It was honestly a wonder he hadn't worn a groove in the floor with his insistent pacing. Aragorn sat by my side, just as tense and worried as I, but with a look of wisdom on his rugged face. I hrumphed to myself at his look. He could look peaceful, he had done this before-well, his fair wife had at least.

"Enough! This waiting is driving me mad!" Faramir's hoarse voice startled us, though none were surprised by it. Éomer, who had been leaning against a wall with his head laid back and his eyes closed snapped them open and glared at his brother in law.

"You do realize this is your fault." His voice was low and had a worried note in it. A surge of protectiveness overwhelmed me and I rose to my brothers aid at the same time as Aragorn.

"She was wiling."

"Éomer, it's perfectly natural."

He switched his gaze from my brother, who looked close to tears, and glared at me and Aragorn in turn. After a moment his gaze softened and he let out a deep breath.

"What's taking so long?" His voice sounded dry and worried. Aragorn made to answer him but never got a chance, for at that moment the door opened and Arwen leaned her fair head out.

"Come, Faramir, meet your daughter." Her melodic voice lit up the room and relieved all the tension and worry with its news.

"Daughter?" Miri's voice was disbelieving and constricted, like he couldn't get enough air. He looked at the door without seeing before taking a timid step forward. He stopped suddenly and looked at Arwen desperately. "Is Éowyn alright?"

Arwen magical laugh filled the room and I was instantly put at ease as Aragorn and I rose.

"She's fine, Faramir, she's asking for you." He gave her a proud, jubilant smile and strode into the room. Éomer followed him next, then Aragorn and me. Faramir was standing in front of Éowyn, who was lying on a bed, still beautiful despite what had clearly been a difficult birth. She had handed something to Miri and was smiling unabashedly.

"She's beautiful." Faramir whispered in utter awe. A wave of annoyance and impatience washed over me as he gently held her to his chest. Why wouldn't he turn around so we could see the child?

As if sensing my thoughts Faramir turned around and showed the beautiful baby girl to us. She had golden hair, the same color as Éowyn's fair ringlets, her skin was fair but she had Faramir's nose, though it looked decidedly better on her. She blinked twice and then opened her eyes, and my breath froze. They were a pale blue framed in a light gray, piercing and beautiful. I reached out a timid hand and gently touched her soft hair, she smacked her soft lips and tried to grasp at my hand.

I was in love.

I had scarcely seen this baby girl, and already I was forever in love with her. I had never felt such an instant and utter filling love. She looked at me with her stunning eyes and I couldn't even try to hide my delight at her. I knew I would be her slave for life, she would be able to get me to do anything. She mewed quietly and opened and closed her mouth a few times. I had to suppress the urge to giggle, Valar knows I wanted to though.

"What's her name?" I asked, never breaking her gaze.

"Farawyn." Éowyn answered softly.

A/N: He-he! I love this one. Do you like it? hate it? Indifferent?