The End and the Beginning
For Faramir and Eowyn on their wedding day
The bright sunlight crept in between the draping tapestries on the
window, and found its way to the face of the sleeping figure on the
bed. Faramir leaned against the doorframe, and sighed. She was so
beautiful,this white lady of Rohan, who today would be his wife.
Eowyn, the name conjured so many images, that his head fairly spun.
Just gazing upon her features stirred something inside him; for he
loved, and was loved in return. What greater gift was there in life?
How was it possible, was it fate, luck, or just pure chance that they
had found each other? With her, life would never be dull.
At that moment, he heard Eowyn sigh and begin to stir. Not wanting to
interrupt her, or let her know he was spying and practically drooling
all over her, he quickly closed the door with the faintest of squeaks.
"Arwen, where is Arwen?" Eowyn was in her dressing gown, pacing the
floor of her chamber back and forth, back and forth. The sun was making
steady progress across the sky, and she was beginning to feel a panic
lay claim to her senses. She wanted to see her friend quickly.
Merry couldn't stand to hear her pacing any longer. "Lady Eowyn, I shall go fetch her immediately."
"Oh, thank you Merry." she called through the door. If she wasn't sure
this day had finally come, and pinched herself to prove this was real,
Eowyn could've sworn she was living in a dream.
A few minutes later, Arwen opened the door, and opened her arms to the
trembling Eowyn. They sat on the bed, as Arwen held Eowyn for a
reassuring hug. "Now tell me, what has Dernhelm to fear? On your wedding
day, you should feel joy, not sorrow, or fear!"
Smiling over the past, Eowyn took a deep breath and folded her hands in
her lap. "Arwen, I am afraid. I'm afraid that I am not at all what
Faramir is expecting. I'm afraid of being a disappointment or
embarrassment to him in some way. I'm afraid I'll kill him with my
cooking!" Arwen struggled to keep a straight face, without much
success. Aragorn had confided in her the sorry truth that Eowyn was not
gifted in the culinary arts, as he could attest to the swallowing down
of her infamous stew.
Sobering in time, Arwen nodded her head and thought of her answer
before she spoke. "So, you do not fear the man himself, or the love you
"No, of course not. I have never had any fear of Faramir. I have known
the fear that a man can elude, Wormtounge was my constant shadow, my
tormentor." Her eyes brightened with her next words. "But with my love,
everything changed. I changed! And I realized that life is good, and
that my life was not deemed to die a glorious death in battle, but to
go on and live, and that I was loved, and most remarkably of all....I
loved him in return."
Arwen smiled, and patted her friend on the shoulder. "All will be well. Just you wait and see."
"You know that if you hurt my sister, I'll kill you."
Faramir choked on the sip of wine he'd been drinking and came up
gasping for air. "What?!" he stammered. He blushed crimson as Eomer
stared at him bemusedly. "Eomer, you know as well as I that the woman
will have some pain with uh...with the uh...well, you know..." He was
struggling to get the words out, and fighting off his embarrasment at
the same time, his free hand waving in a circular motion, trying to get
the words past his lips.
Eomer raised one eyebrow, then took a long draft of his own cup of
wine. "By the love of Valar, I wasn't speaking of that! I was speaking
in general terms. Be good to her, or you'll hear from me and my men."
"Oh." Now feeling even more the fool, Faramir took a seat while he
still had his wits about him. "Sorry." The discussion of such an
intimate subject around his soon to be brother-in-law was hard enough,
and now he'd made himself look like a simpleton. It didn't lay well
with him. "I give you my word of honor, all will be as it should be.
She deserves nothing but the best, and I do believe she's settling for
"Nothing of the sort! Aragorn was a passing fancy, but I see how she
has changed internally, and the sparkle in here eye, something that was
never there when she looked upon Aragorn. It is you, she loves."
Faramir smiled. " I'll defend her with my life, praise her to the stars, and love her for the rest of our lives."
Now it was Eomer's turn to look decidedly uncomfortable. "Well, just
see that you do. And have fun along the journey." He rose to his feet
and headed for the door. Turning on his heel, he faced Faramir. "Just
know this, for I will only say it once. I'm glad, and honored that you
shall be my brother-in-law. No other man could marry my stubborn,
willful sister but you and make her happy. Welcome to the family,
brother." And smiling at the look of surprise on Faramir's face, he
left him to his thoughts, mouth agape.
The time had come. Faramir was standing ready for Eowyn, holding his
hands behind his back. The sky was clear, with a calming breeze to cool
off his overly warm face. All eyes turned to Eowyn, as she was escorted
by her brother to Faramir. They both forgot to breath for a moment.
Then, Faramir smiled at his bride, and all the anxiousness, and all the
fear evaporated as they held hands.
Their vows were spoken in clear steady voices. Eowyn was first.
"Faramir, where to begin? For you saw in me my inner strength, and my
outward pain, and pitied me. But that pity turned to love, and you made
me realize that life is worth living for! Your love is endless, and I
shall always be grateful to you for all you have done for me. I
promise to support you, to be your confidant, your wife, and your best
friend. For I love you, now and forever. My knight, my prince, my
captain, my Faramir."
Wiping away her tears, and seeing that Faramir dabbed at his own eyes,
they smiled at each other. Faramir blew her a little kiss before he
spoke his vows to her.
"Eowyn, shieldmaiden of Rohan, captor of my heart. I thank Valar every
day that we found each other, that I found you! For my life was
darkness with the loss of my brother and father. I never expected to
feel as strongly as I did for you, in so short a time. But love crept
upon me swiftly, and I thank you for your love towards me. I vow, and
promise, to take care of you, to see to your every need, and yes, even
permit you to practice swordplay with me every morning if you so wish."
There were several chuckles over that, and once the laughter died away,
he continued. "I am not complete without you, I shall honor you, and be
assured, that you have my undying love forever. My dear, sweet Eowyn.
Eowyn my own."
As they leaned into each other and kissed, the crowd gathered around,
clapping. Eowyn and Faramir paid them no heed. For they were complete
in their love for each other. Nothing else mattered.