Chapter Eleven: Saying Farewell

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This is the real chapter title, and thus, it is the real end. I thank all of my faithful and not so-faithful reviewers for their patience with me and my habit of not updating quickly. And for those of you who still read this story and left no mark of your doing so (i.e. no review) beware! I will hunt you down…

Denethor decided that under no circumstances could he force the teens to stay out in the elements one more day. Three out of four of them had been knocked out, Gandalf was about ot explode with rage, and there were four animals running around like drunk ducks, obsessed that Boromir was going to kill them all. And so it was that everyone was back in what was left of Minas Tirith the next day. And then, Denethor remembered something that made his face light up with joy and happiness (I know they mean the same thing but I needed another word). Éowyn and Éomer were going home in one week. Which meant they would be prevented from causing any more wreckage on Minas Tirith for two days because they would have to make sure everything got packed. Therefore, there were only five days of torture left. Or so Denethor saw it.

The four teens saw it in an entirely different perspective. Boromir had a love/hate relationship with the thought of the two Rohirric royals leaving. The love part was that the mole would be leaving with them, (or so he believed) and the hate part was that they would be leaving. Éowyn and Éomer didn’t want to leave at all and Faramir was scared to show that he didn’t really care if Éomer left and it was really only Éowyn that he didn’t want to go. And the mole? No one knows what it was thinking, if it was thinking anything at all…

Anyways, the quintet (or whatever they are) of teens continued to cause havoc upon whatever they saw, and the five days passed, and then six, and then, much too suddenly, the last day had come, the day when Éomer and Éowyn would say farewell to Boromir and Faramir. The four teens had each gotten each other presents to remember the others by. Boromir gave his present to Éomer first.

“It’s a book I stole from Gandalf on how to potty train gigantic moles.” He said sarcastically as he handed Éomer a dagger. Éomer looked confused for a moment and then laughed wholeheartedly. Boromir then turned to Éowyn.

“I got you some perfume imported from Dol Amroth.” He handed a small bottle filled with liquid to her without any further explanation. Éowyn looked disappointed. Éomer decided to hand out his gifts next.

“I got you a book on the history of Rohan,” he says, handing a rather large volume to Faramir, “My uncle gave it to me but I nevr quite got past chapter one.” He then turns to Boromir.

“I got you a Rohirric dagger.” Boromir smiled as he received the new weapon, and he began to examine it carefully. Éowyn handed out her gifts next.

“Boromir, I got you a gold figurine of a maeras. It’s very valuable.” She hands Boromir a tightly wrapped package and then hands a small note to Faramir discreetly. She winks at Faramir and then beckons for him to hand out his presents.

Faramir looks slightly hurt, but he hands his presents out nevertheless. To Éomer, he gave a book on the various dangerous potions in Middle Earth. He gave Éowyn a ring that had a seagull on it with its wings outstretched and two small emeralds for eyes. Boromir looked at Faramir in surprise and shock when he handed Éowyn the ring. Faramir looked down to hide his red face. They all said thank you and dispersed in various directions except for Éowyn and Faramir.

“Aren’t you going to read your note?” She demands. Faramir shrugs and opens it up.

Faramir,

Meet me in the gardens by

The Houses of Healing

around four this evening.

Éowyn

Faramir looks at her questioningly.

“You really didn’t think all I would give you was a note, now did you?” Éowyn questions him in a laughing manner. Faramir blushes again.

“Well, no…”

“So I’ll see you there!” And then she ran off towards her room.

Later that day, Éowyn was waiting in gardens. She had just succeeded in getting rid of Boromir and Éomer who had conveniently gotten into another fight over the mole again and when questioned by Gandalf, she swore that she was had nothing to do with it.

There was a step behind Éowyn, and she spun around. There was Faramir. Éowyn ran towards him joyfully, and before he could say anything, she had thrown her arms around him. When they pulled apart, Éowyn spoke first.

“I’m really sorry I made you feel bad, Faramir, I did not mean it at all. And,” She dug into her pocket and gingerly withdrew her hand. She looked down at the object in her hand and paused. She then continued on in softer tone. “Faramir, what I am giving you is something very special…it’s an heirloom of all Rohirric princesses.” She opened her hands and revealed a thin silver chain that had lavender stone shaped like a tear hanging from the center of it. Éowyn placed it over Faramir’s head, allowing it to fall into place about his neck. Faramir looked at her questioningly.

“It holds one tear from every princess of Rohan’s eye.”

“Is yours in it?”

“Yes,” She replied, “Gandalf enchanted it us for it. Whenever you feel it grow cold, I am crying somewhere. The stone also changes to a pale blue when that happens.” She pauses as Faramir stares at the necklace in wonderment, “I want you to have it, Faramir. I want you to remember me after I leave.” She breathes in deeply, “I really do care about you, and I know I’m too young to marry anyone, but if…” she hesitates before revealing the truth, “if I were ever to marry anyone, I want it to be you.” She looked down at the ground and her face grew red.

Faramir smiled at her and lifted up her chin so that she was looking at him. “I feel the same way about you, Éowyn of Rohan. The ring I gave you,” Éowyn looked down at her finger, “Is a gift from my mother. She gave one to me and one to Boromir. She told us that we were to give these rings to the girl we wanted to marry.”

Éowyn smiled at Faramir, “So it’s settled, if we ever marry, it will be you or me that we wed.”

“Yes,” Faramir says, “I know we haven’t had much of a chance to actually talk because of—” Éowyn cut him off by growling “don’t even mention them” angrily and Faramir got the hint, “Yeah so, I guess this is it for now.”

“Yeah,” Éowyn begins, and then she stops in uncertainty. A sound is coming from one of the flower beds. Faramir walks over to the garden quietly and comes back dragging Éomer by the arm. Éomer is happily eating something.

“Éomer!” Éowyn shrieks, “what are you doing!”

Her brother stops chewing long enough to answer her, “I’m eating roses. They actually taste pretty good!”

“You’re what!”

“Eating…” Éomer paused to chew some more, “roses. They taste good.” He grabs another rose and starts chewing.

“But what about the thorns?”

“Oh, these are thornless roses.”

“I didn’t know there were roses that didn’t have thorns on them?” Éowyn turns to Faramir who shrugs and Éowyn starts yelling at Éomer again.

“Well, go!”

“Why?”

“Because Boromir’s about to kill your mole.” Éomer looks at her quizzically, and Éowyn grabs a rose and shrieks in pain as a thorn stabs her, “I thought you said they didn’t have thorns!”

“That one does,” Éomer says in awe, “this is a rare find. I should go get Gandalf, he’ll wanna see this.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever!” Éowyn says in exasperation, still clutching her hand. Faramir runs over to her in concern, and Éomer charges off in search of the wizard.

All of the sudden, Boromir comes running into the garden and sees Faramir and Éowyn. They are standing very close and it looks bad. Boromir starts laughing and Éowyn runs off in anger, leaving the rose that had stabbed her on the ground. Boromir smiles as she runs off and grabs Faramir before he can retreat.

“You like her don’t you?”

Faramir doesn’t answer and Boromir picks up the fallen rose.

“You see,” Boromir starts fencing with the rose in place of a sword, “I saw it all from the beginning.” He slashes at the air with the rose near Faramir, “The way she acted towards you, and vice versa.” He hacks again at the air, this time near Faramir’s face.

“That night when the roof collapsed,” He smiles at Faramir’s look of astonishment, “Yes, Éomer told me all about it. You were up there all alone, in a scene very similar to this one… you see Faramir,” he slashes the air again, “You are in love with the fair lady of Rohan,” he hacks one more time, and points the rose right at Faramir’s throat.

And so it was that evening came, and the Rohirric prince and princess departed from Minas Tirith. Éowyn and Faramir smiled sadly at each other before she left, each remembering the vows they had earlier made, and knowing that they would meet again. It might be in just a few weeks, or even in ten years, but they somehow knew in their hearts that this was not the ending, but the beginning…

The train of horses had just exited Minas Tirith and was making for Rohan. Faramir, Boromir, and Gandalf were standing on the bastion of rock that enabled them to look at the disappearing horses. Faramir stared after them silently, not saying anything. All of the sudden, there was a loud crack behind him, and Faramir smelled smoke. He spun around, as did the horse train below.

Faramir saw that Boromir and Gandalf both had smoking hair and blackened faces. He looked up at the sky and saw green and bluse fireworks shooting up into the air. In silver and gold lettering read the words “Faramir loves Lady Éowyn”. Faramir blushed, and Éowyn, who was looking up at the sky as well, looked back up at Faramir’s figure and smiled. Éomer was still trying to find out what the letters meant, (his eyesight wasn’t too good, and he somehow got the idea that it read “The mole loves Éomer” and he was blushing just as much as Faramir).

And then the train continued on, and Éowyn and Éomer returned to Rohan, and this story ends. But others will surely begin (i.e. I might write a sequel, still thinking about it…)

And what happened to the mole and psychotic penguins? No one really knows, although some people have reported seeing large shadowy creatures and three smaller ones inhabiting the plains of Pelennor...

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