Author's note: Well, before I finish this fic for once and for all, I have
to stop and thank (again, I know) all the people who took the time to read
and review this story. I've been an aspiring writer for a long time, but
I've never managed to get past chapter one in anything fictional I've tried
writing. So even if this is short, choppy, and bad, at least it's DONE!
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2 WEEKS LATER: Eowyn rolled over to look at her new husband. Faramir looked younger when he was asleep, the lines and cares of his responsibilities smoothed away. She smiled softly as she studied his face, and blushed remembering of the pleasures of the night before.
They'd managed, despite Eomer's dire predictions, to wait until their wedding night for consummation, but only just. They were honeymooning in Ithilien for two weeks, then they would set up a home. For the first time in her live, Eowyn was living not only for the present, but for the future as well. She smiled to herself. Why, she might already be carrying Faramir's child!
Sunlight streamed in over the bed, and she was happy.
*~*~*
1 MONTH LATER: Arwen rolled over to examine her husband. She winced as she felt a rock beneath her. The pain was fleeting, however, and she reminded herself that this vacation was for Aragorn, not her. They were spending a few days camping in the mountains, at her insistence. Aragorn had been growing too involved and weighed down with matters of State, so Arwen had suggested a relaxing trip into the Wild. He'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd pitched their tent, cooked supper over a campfire she lit herself, and tended to the horses. Lessons with Eowyn had paid off.
They would finally have some time to themselves. Arwen intended to make the most of it: she would be revealing that night that she was pregnant.
She looked out the tent flap at the stars, and was content.
*~*~*
6 WEEKS LATER: Lothiriel rolled over and stared down at Eomer. He had hay stuck in his hair. She plucked some of it out and reflected on their rather disgraceful behavior. No doubt if her father found out he would insist they be married the next day rather than in the planned three weeks. She wasn't worried, though. How could she ever regret being with Eomer? Theirs had been a whirlwind romance, but she knew in her heart that she would love him forever.
She curled up next to him, and he lazily put an arm around her. They still had a few hours before they would be missed. Why not make the most of them?
Lothiriel looked up at the moonlight on the roof of the barn, and felt free.
*~*~*~*~*~* AN: yes, yes, I know. Throwing the timetables out the window. And the parallel structure is probably horrendous, but I can't help it. I'm a sucker for sappy, happy endings... :) This fic was supposed to be about Eowyn, but it turned out that Lothiriel was a more fun character to write. She doesn't have such a pre-made, set-in- stone character to work with, so I can make her into whatever I want! Whee. Beware: Lothiriel/Eomer story coming soon. (*evil laughter*)
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2 WEEKS LATER: Eowyn rolled over to look at her new husband. Faramir looked younger when he was asleep, the lines and cares of his responsibilities smoothed away. She smiled softly as she studied his face, and blushed remembering of the pleasures of the night before.
They'd managed, despite Eomer's dire predictions, to wait until their wedding night for consummation, but only just. They were honeymooning in Ithilien for two weeks, then they would set up a home. For the first time in her live, Eowyn was living not only for the present, but for the future as well. She smiled to herself. Why, she might already be carrying Faramir's child!
Sunlight streamed in over the bed, and she was happy.
*~*~*
1 MONTH LATER: Arwen rolled over to examine her husband. She winced as she felt a rock beneath her. The pain was fleeting, however, and she reminded herself that this vacation was for Aragorn, not her. They were spending a few days camping in the mountains, at her insistence. Aragorn had been growing too involved and weighed down with matters of State, so Arwen had suggested a relaxing trip into the Wild. He'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd pitched their tent, cooked supper over a campfire she lit herself, and tended to the horses. Lessons with Eowyn had paid off.
They would finally have some time to themselves. Arwen intended to make the most of it: she would be revealing that night that she was pregnant.
She looked out the tent flap at the stars, and was content.
*~*~*
6 WEEKS LATER: Lothiriel rolled over and stared down at Eomer. He had hay stuck in his hair. She plucked some of it out and reflected on their rather disgraceful behavior. No doubt if her father found out he would insist they be married the next day rather than in the planned three weeks. She wasn't worried, though. How could she ever regret being with Eomer? Theirs had been a whirlwind romance, but she knew in her heart that she would love him forever.
She curled up next to him, and he lazily put an arm around her. They still had a few hours before they would be missed. Why not make the most of them?
Lothiriel looked up at the moonlight on the roof of the barn, and felt free.
*~*~*~*~*~* AN: yes, yes, I know. Throwing the timetables out the window. And the parallel structure is probably horrendous, but I can't help it. I'm a sucker for sappy, happy endings... :) This fic was supposed to be about Eowyn, but it turned out that Lothiriel was a more fun character to write. She doesn't have such a pre-made, set-in- stone character to work with, so I can make her into whatever I want! Whee. Beware: Lothiriel/Eomer story coming soon. (*evil laughter*)