Faramir was incredibly nervous. He supposed that being nervous was something that was normal for people who were going to spend time with their crushes, but he didn't think that it was normal to be nervous about watching a soccer game.

He was standing on the side with Boromir and Eomer, who were talking up a storm but still following every play of the game. How they did that, Faramir hadn't any idea. Boromir had invited two of his coworkers from the café, seeing as it was still closed for repairs, and the two of them seemed to have nothing better to do. Faramir supposed that they could be studying, but one of them (Merry, Faramir thought, he wasn't quite sure which was which) said that this was their study break.

Faramir personally thought that this was a rather crappy way to spend a study break, standing outside in the cold rain that was falling down, watching a game of a sport he had only gotten invested in due to Eowyn being on the team. He supposed that Pippin, Merry, Eomer and Boromir were far more interested in the game than he was, since they 'ooohed' and 'awwed' at the right points, and cheered fiercely when Middle-Earth University scored a goal.

Faramir tried to copy their enthusiasm, but all he was thinking at this moment was that he would rather be inside reading a book than outside watching this game. His only hope was that he was going to be able to speak to Eowyn after the game.

It wasn't that Faramir didn't understand what was going on; he did. He spent a long time researching the rules and possible plays. He didn't try to play it though; most things soccer related were memories that he had tried so hard to forget that resurfaced sometimes and caused him to break out into shivers. Most of them included him either getting hit in the face with a ball and having his glasses being knocked off of his face, or him accidentally running into unmoveable objects in an attempt to get the ball (ex. A tree, the net post, and his father's car).

Faramir didn't even want to unlock the deep vault in his brain where the football memories were stored.

He remembered that once he had broken his glasses and dented the car once while playing with Boromir, and he broke down into uncontrollable shivers. Boromir glanced over his way, "Are you okay, Faramir?"

"Oh yes, just reminiscing in the horrors of the past," Faramir responded, causing both Boromir and Eomer to burst out into laughter. Eomer clapped down on Faramir's shoulder, nearly causing him to fall off of the bench. Faramir just gave a sheepish smile to the older brother of his affections and then focused back on the game.

The score was just 1-0, and the other team, the Wellington Wildcats, were looking as though they might tie the game. Judging by his older brother's reactions, this game was quite an exciting one, so Faramir tried to get immersed into it. It was hard to, he kept on getting distracted by Pippin's (he now could identify them due to the fact that he remembered that Pippin wore nicotine patches) loud munching of popcorn. It was Pippin's fifth bag, and Faramir was beginning to wonder how Pippin could fit it all into his stomach.

Eventually, Faramir turned to Pippin and said, "Could I have some?"

What Faramir didn't know was that Pippin, and most of the residents, former or no, of the Shire had a love of food, and tended to want to eat as much of it as they could. What Faramir also didn't know was that there was an impulse in all of the Shire-folk to want to eat in company. So, needless to say, Pippin mulled it over long enough for Faramir to start to worry about the man's health.

"Sure," Pippin finally said, sounding as though he was having an internal conflict. Faramir felt guilt when he reached over and grabbed a small handful of the popcorn. "Good game, isn't it? I'm glad Boromir invited me."

"Yeah, it's a pretty good game," Faramir muttered in response.

"You don't seem very into it," Pippin told him, and Faramir looked at Pippin as if to tell him to shut up. Pippin gave him a small smile. "Don't worry, Faramir, you make the appropriate faces at the appropriate times. It just seems like your having a hard time getting into it."

"Well, this rain really isn't helping," Faramir grumbled, pulling at his hood so he could cover more of his face. His glasses were speckled with the rain drops, and he was regretting being too lazy to actually put his contacts in. He took them off for a moment to wipe them clean on his shirt.

"It is really cold," Pippin agreed. "Being honest, I'm not one for soccer either. I just came because Merry made me. He said I needed to spend more time outside rather than playing Pokémon."

Faramir didn't have any trouble imagining Pippin sitting on a couch, eating a bag of chips and muttering violently to himself as he battled pokémon. He smiled at the image as he put his glasses back on.

"Eowyn's really good," Pippin commented as Eowyn made a wonderful cross.

"She really is," Faramir agreed, watching as Eowyn shouted to her team, making hand gestures and pointing at open players on the opposite team. It was no wonder that she was captain of the team, despite her only being in second year, and only having played one year prior. He then watched as Eowyn was passed the ball, and took a shot.

The stands erupted into cheers as the ball went in, and as the Middle-Earth University team flocked over to Eowyn and either hi-fived or hugged her. Boromir and Eomer were cheering rather loudly, as Faramir said, "Touch down!" rather quietly.

Boromir still heard him, and turned to look at his brother, "You do know it's called a goal, right?"

"Yes, I do, but I was referring to the fact that soccer is actually called football in every place but North America, so I said touch down," Faramir retorted, and Boromir gave a small sigh as if to tell Faramir that it what he said wasn't funny. Faramir then knew that this memory was going to be filed under the ever growing 'Never think about this ever again' file.

Pippin gave Faramir a small pat on the back, not as strong as Eomer's, and then said, "I thought it was clever," before he turned to Merry and said, "Celebratory handshake?" in a hopeful tone.

The glare that Merry gave Pippin made Faramir shudder, but Pippin seemed unaffected by it. Faramir wondered if it was due to the fact that Pippin had grown up with this glare. Merry gave a heavy sigh, and then said, "After the game."

"Great! We can show it to Eowyn!" Pippin beamed at his cousin, and Faramir wondered if he was just imagining the murderous glint in Merry's eyes.

Faramir watched the rest of the game without comment, occasionally stealing a handful of popcorn from Pippin's stash. Boromir and Eomer cheered loudly, all the while Faramir was slowly cringing away from them in order to save his eardrums from further damage. The rain fell as steadily as ever.

At the end of the game, after her coach's lectures, Eowyn met up with them. She was soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her face, and was wearing her soccer jersey with only a sweater on overtop. Faramir got the guts to offer her his jacket, stammering and blushing like a fool the whole while. He could have sworn he heard Boromir and Eomer making bets on who was going to ask out who, and Pippin mutter something about Aragorn and Arwen being bad enough.

Eowyn accepted it, but instead of having Faramir take it off completely, she just slipped into it with him, and curved a soaked arm around his waist. Faramir never thought that he could turn so red. Boromir had to look away he was laughing so hard.

Finally, Pippin turned to Merry, "You promised that we would do the handshake. A victory handshake for the Middle-Earth University's soccer team!"

Eowyn gave a small laugh, and Faramir felt extremely self-conscious due to the fact that he could feel her body shaking with her laugh. He watched as Merry gave a small sigh, before the two second-year students began to do their handshake.

To Faramir's surprise, it was rather long, intricate, and was done in perfect synchronization with no slip ups. He was laughing at the end of it, as was Boromir, Eomer, and especially Eowyn. She was clinging onto his shoulder to keep herself from falling out of the shared jacket.

"Tadaaa!" Pippin said, posing with his arms outstretched. Merry glared at Pippin yet again, causing the group to start laughing harder.

"I think we should go inside and dry off," Faramir finally said once the tears of laughter had been wiped away.

"Good idea," Eowyn commented.

"I have hot chocolate!" Pippin exclaimed.

"Hot chocolate sounds nice," Eowyn muttered, "Especially since the café..."

Nobody wanted to finish her sentence for her, but all of them agreed that a hot chocolate at Pippin's dorm would be very appreciated. And so they went, Faramir and Eowyn still huddled together, walking for an escape to the downpour.

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