Last one! Mega thanks again to everyone!

Hmm... alright I guess I need to say this thing again... I own nothing, except Lenatir and Sango clan. The Ngami belong to a friend. Sorry for the grammar...

Chapter 28

"And you say you're not a horse whisperer," Elessar gave him a knowing look.

"Just get on the horse," Eomer's eye twitched.

"Back to old habits I see," Faramir sighed but smiled before turning towards Lenatir: I should thank you. Had you not given me the clues, I would not have been able to free myself or my friends. We were on our way here anyway, even if you hadn't visited my dreams."

"I only wish I could have told you more and kept you from their torment."

"In all honesty," Aragorn injected. "What we experienced made us realize a few things about ourselves. If you ask me, something good came from it."

"Accept and conquer the fear. Only then can you be strong," Eomer nodded in agreement.

"Thank you again… I wish you plenty of fortune and health. May light always shine down on your path," the light bowed before disappearing.

Glancing up at the mountains one last time and recalling everything that happened, they turned their horses around and started heading back.

They had planned to go back the same way they came, but something unexpected happened.

"There! We have found them!" they heard a shout not too far away.

Turning to the right, they could see groups of Gondorian soldiers and riders of Rohan all on horseback. And when the groups saw them, they immediately rushed to their side. They all seemed tired and worried, but a look a relief was on their faces as they got closer.

"My Lords!" Captain Beregond yelled when they were right before the royals.

"Beregond!" Faramir called back and smiled. They knew what was going on but tried to act as if it was not needed.

"What is all this? We weren't gone that long," the Steward looked as more and more riders came.

"Two weeks my Lords! The Queen Arwen and Queen Eowyn have been worried to death about you!" he explained as they slowly started heading forward.

"Wait, my sister is in Gondor?" Eomer tuned his head and a few soldiers sunk into their seats from his dominating look.

"Y-Yes my Lord. She arrived a few days ago," Beregond explained and gulped.

"I guess I am dead as well…" he covered his face with a hand. Even if he didn't have a wife, he had Eowyn, which was worse!

All in all, it took less time to get back, as they weren't trying to hide themselves. And when they returned, Minas Tirith erupted in cheers as the two Kings and Steward rode past the gate and into the city.

They could see the crying faces of the many that thought they were dead, the shouts of happiness of the return of the King and breathes of relief.

But none of that prepared them for what they thought they would meet in the throne room. Already planning the excuses in their heads, the doors opened and they stepped in.

In the room were Arwen and Eowyn who seemed to be talking about something, but they forgot about it when the three men walked in.

The women's eyes opened wide as their lips trembled. The men walked closer, already laughing nervously and trying to explain when the Queen of Gondor turned to the side spoke: "So you came back? I thought you would have stayed for longer. No one missed you and everything-" she would have gone on, had Elessar not ran forward took a hold of her face and kissed her with so much passion it was almost unmeasurable.

"I am so glad you are alright," he ignored everything she said and hugged her. No matter how much he told himself she was fine, now that he really saw her and could hold her, he was sure of it.

Shocked for a few seconds, her expression softened as she closed her eyes, but tears still escaped her and hugged him back and whispered: "I am glad you are alive."

The next to speak was Eowyn as she ran to Eomer and before he could say anything, she slapped him across the face. Taking a sharp breath she said: "S-Sorry… Just needed to make sure it is really you…"

"Yes-" and then another one before she yelled: "You idiot! Leaving just like that! Do you have any idea how worried I was?" she then started punching him on the chest, yet her hits were very weak.

"What if you died…? What if I never got to see you…? You selfish idiot…" she didn't even look at him. And for a bit, he allowed her. But in the next moment, she found herself in a tight hug as he fell to a kneeling position with her along.

"I'm so sorry…" he whispered and she could feel his tears on her shoulder. "I just… you are here… I am so grateful..." he pulled away and stood up, helping her as well. He was smiling.

And while the Queens and Kings hugged out their anger, the Steward wanted to sneak away and was almost successful had the blond female not seen him.

"And where do you think you're going?!" she shouted at him as he froze in the spot. Didn't expect to be caught so soon.

"You are even worse than my bother! You at least have a brain to use and know when things get to bad! Did you even think what it would do to me if I lost you?" she was shaking with fury as he looked at her with sympathy.

"I had to go. Eomer and Aragorn needed me. You know I would not have gone had it not been absolutely vital," he pulled her closer in a hug and smiled. "I'm not the fighter type," he smiled as their lips slowly connected.

From the other side, the other three were watching and the former Marshal winced ever so slightly as he remembered the kiss with Grima.

"You alright Eomer?" Strider asked as he saw it.

"Fine. Nothing to worry about," he smiled soon after. Faramir was no Grima.

"Good! Because there will be a celebration soon! Everything is prepared," Arwen clapped her hands together when the kissers broke apart.

"Celebration? For what?" the males asked.

"Well… it is Faramir's birthday is it not?" she stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

"That's right… Two weeks…" the trio recalled.

"Well then, you better get ready. Two weeks in the mountain can take its toll on a man," the Queen of Rohan grinned and kissed her husband's cheek before leaving.

"Wait! You were planning to celebrate even if I was not here?" he didn't sound hurt, only confused.

"Most of the guests were already on their way… We couldn't just tell them… It wasn't even for certain…" Eowyn closed her eyes as she spoke.

In a few hours, the party guests started arriving, while the trio was still in their chambers. The women thought it best to let them rest a bit longer from their journey. They would wake them even almost everyone was here.

And so, in a bit, almost everyone had arrived, but the royals woke up before the Queens could have the honor of that.

"Cousin!" came a yell of a girl with long, wavy dark hair and a royal blue dress. She was smiling as she hugged her cousin with joy before saying: "Happy birthday! You old man," they both laughed.

"Then you better show some more respect," he patted her head. "You've grown a bit," he noted.

"It has been a long time. Last I saw you was at your wedding. Along with the King Elessar and em…" she suddenly blushed as looked past him and saw a certain blond Rohirrim.

Faramir followed her gaze and chuckled. "Let's go and introduce you two," he took a hold of her arm and started dragging her with him towards the King of Rohan.

"Eomer!" the Steward called as the said man looked at him. He noticed the head smaller girl he was pulling along and feared what it meant.

"Ah, my friend. This is my cousin Lothíriel. The one I told you about. Lothíriel this is-" before he could say anything, the girl bowed and said: "My lord Eomer!" yet she was now red as the sunrise.

"Lady Lothíriel," he said awkwardly and bowed slightly as well.

"I shall just leave you two to get to know each other," the Prince smiled and pushed his cousin so she would have knocked Eomer to the ground had he not caught her. He was biting his lips not to laughed as to how flushed both of them were.

"Have fun!" he waved and waked away as the two were now looking at each other.

"Well aren't you the matchmaker today?" Aragorn met him midway and glanced at the two before smiling at the Ranger.

"We will have something to tease him about will we not?" Faramir laughed.

"Oh right. Here," Elessar brought out a box wrapped in blue and handed it to his friend: "Happy birthday my friend."

As the Prince took the box, the King added: "Oh and… try not to open it yet. Wait for the party to end."

Faramir looked at him, asking for an answer but Aragorn only said: "You will understand when you see it."

As the hours passed, everyone was laughing, cheering and talking. Then came the later hour and the ale was bought out. Everything was fine, until King Eomer had one jug too much. It wasn't too bad, he was just speaking him mind… He stepped on a table and caught everyone's attention.

"Alright! First, I'd like to say happy birthday to my brother-in-law!" everyone was still happy as they cheered.

"Second," he stepped off, moved before Lothíriel and got on one knee: "Lothíriel... I have met many women in my life, but none such as you... I realizes this is very sudden, but... will you be my wife?"

Yes, he was drunk, but still knew what he was saying. It was just easier to do now.

The crowd erupted in gasps and cries of joy as the Lady of Dol Amroth couldn't believe this. But she nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Wonderful! Now, thirdly…" he narrowed his eyes and smirked: "Who can take me on a drinking contest?"

…Time skip…

Faramir now sat on his bed, trying to stop laughing. The night was so good, he couldn't have wished for anything more. And the reason for his laughter? Eomer beat every single one that dared to challenge him, but he threw it all out an hour later and fell asleep on the balcony. At the moment, he is a guest chamber.

"That's right," he got up and walked to a table, where all the gifts were placed. He quickly found the one Aragorn gave him.

Taking it and sitting back on the bed, he slowly opened it. And now he knew why the King asked him to open it later. What was inside brought him to tears, tears of joy.

He reached inside and took the object out. He held it in both hands, like he had already before, yet not like this.

It was a large war-horn and tipped with silver written in ancient characters. He had never thought to be able to see it full again. Yet here it was; his brother's horn of Gondor. Closing his eyes, he brought the object closer to his chest and held it tight. And in that moment, it felt as though his brother was right there next to him.

"The gift you gave him… Are you sure it won't do more harm than good?" Arwen asked as he lay in bed and waited for her husband.

"I'm sure. He and Boromir never harmed each other. It was only right that I returned it to the Steward so the lineage shan't be broken."

And that is it boys and girls! I really do hope you enjoyed the whole ride and know that I appreciate it! =D Stay awesome people!