Hey guys!

Before anyone starts panicking, no, I am NOT abandoning Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours. This is going to be a collection of oneshots/drabbles/whatever else, so when I'm in the mood to write something NOT all about dear Thiri and Eomer, I won't forget it. Suggestions, requests for things about your favorite characters or pairings, or anything else that comes to mind are always welcome!

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Title: Love Knows No Seasons

Rating: K+

Pairings/Characters: Eowyn/Faramir, cause they need fluff too. Of course Eomer, Lothiriel, Gimli, Amrothos, and our favorite Hobbits will make an appearance

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Ring

Eowyn had once been convinced that she was in love with Aragorn, the mysterious, wise, and kind man who had blown into her life quite by accident; but now as she spins the thin golden band around her finger and sees the reflection of her grey-eyed man in its surface, she has no doubt where exactly her heart lies.

Hero

Faramir knows he's making a fool of himself, clambering up the tree the rescue her favorite cloak, but the smile (and kiss) she gives him when he returns it to her is well worth the teasing simpering "my hero" looks Lothiriel and Amrothos are doing behind Eowyn's back.

Memory

When their eyes met for the first time, it was very much like they were speaking to a friend they had only just left seconds ago.

Box

All her life, Eowyn had buried away her more sensitive emotions in a tiny box in her mind (weakness was not the way of a shieldmaiden) but all it took was one kiss from him and that little box was no more.

Run

It wasn't fair, she was going as fast as she could and he was going to catch her anyways. ("Why bother darling? My legs are twice as long as yours!" "Damn Numenorian blood!")

Hurricane

It was eerily quiet as Eomer processed Faramir's request; vaguely he recalled Lothiriel mentioning the deceptive eye of the storm, where you were safe, but only for a few minutes.

Wings

When Eowyn told Eomer, "I'm in love with Faramir," the look he gave her was as if she had suddenly sprouted wings and begun speaking Elvish. Simultaneously.

Cold

The first time he saw her he wanted to do nothing more than wrap a large blanket around her; maybe if he melted the ice on the outside, the inside would thaw out as well.

Red

Faramir's eyes nearly bug out of his head as Eowyn comes down the stairs in a red dress; grinning, Lothiriel elbows him, asking "Enjoying the view, Fara?"

Drink

Gimli slumps over on the table as Faramir stares at Eowyn in amazement. "Alright, who's next?" She asks, setting her glass down on the table with a pleased thunk.

Midnight

She wakes with a start as the bells ring out the twelfth hour; Faramir kisses her forehead and pulls her closer, and suddenly the nightmare doesn't seem quite as bad.

Temptation

As yet another noble claims her for a dance and spins her around the room, Faramir has to resist the urge to grab her and declare her his and his alone to the entire room.

View

"They're not so very different than we were." Eowyn muses, eyeing Eomer and Lothiriel walking behind them. Faramir protests this statement to himself; he highly doubts he will threaten Eomer with disembowelment if he were to ask to marry Lothiriel.

Music

Eowyn smiles softly, watching her husband play a song on the lute and Elboron bobs in time with it. This was all the music she will ever need.

Silk

When they are alone, he always runs his fingers through her hair, despite her blushing protests; "It's just so soft." He whispers.

Cover

Amrothos grins impishly as Eowyn and Faramir return from their "horseback ride"; "Nice to see the honeymoon doesn't always end, eh Faramir?"

Promise

"Swear to me you'll come back." She whispers. He touches his forehead to hers. "Always."

Dream

Of all the dreams Faramir has had in his life, this one, the one where he's married and a father, is the best; and even more amazing, he never has to wake up from it.

Candle

During the war, Eowyn was surrounded by darkness, and let it fill her soul, leaving her to think the only way to escape was to die on a battlefield. Now, she's found her light, her one little candle that's growing bigger by the hour, and she'll be damned if she ever lets it go.

Talent

One minute Lothiriel and Eomer are glaring daggers at each other, and the next, the Princess of Dol Amroth has somehow fallen into the King of Rohan's lap. Eowyn shrugs under Faramir's bemused gaze. "It's a gift, my lord."

Silence

Some night, he curls onto his side of the bed and doesn't speak; Eowyn just wraps her arms around him and silently thinks I'll never leave you and hopes somehow he hears her.

Journey

When she first rode to Gondor, the journey couldn't go by quick enough. For some reason, the fact that she's now going back to marry him seems to make time go slower.

Fire

The first time they kiss, really kiss, the bottom of her stomach drops when she sees the thinly guarded emotion burning in his eyes.

Strength

Eowyn stands, back straight, glaring at the extremely foolish advisors who dared to insinuate Lothiriel was not fit to marry Eomer (Faramir knows all the strength of Middle Earth is inside his wife, and those advisors stand no chance)

Mask

The first time they spoke, Eowyn hid herself behind a mask of indifference and grief; she'll never understand just how Faramir managed to rid her of it so quickly.

Ice

He winces as something cold and wet collides with his head. What in the…? His wife grins at him, snowball in hand. "You know, for a former Captain of Gondor, you really can be oblivious."

Fall

Eowyn's lips quirk up in a tiny, almost unnoticeable, smile and Faramir can practically feel himself falling in love with her.

Forgotten

The second children, the younger siblings of two extraordinary men, both too young to remember their mothers when they died. Oh yes, Eowyn and Faramir know all about being forgotten.

Dance

She hates dancing (especially in Gondorian fashion), but when Faramir leans down and whispers, "Climb on to my feet, my lady, and let me do the footwork," how can she refuse?

Body

Eowyn laughs to herself as Faramir's eyes run over her when he thinks she's not looking. Later, when they're alone in their room, between kisses she'll say, "I'm afraid you're not very subtle, my love."

Sacred

Faramir never thought himself a particularly religious man, but when Eowyn appeared at the end of the aisle on their wedding day, Faramir was thanking gods from religions that he didn't even know about.

Farewells

Merry elbowed Pippin as the latter craned around the column to get a glimpse of Faramir bidding farewell to Eowyn; "It's not polite to stare, Pip."

World

He realized with a jolt, how painfully small his world had been, limited to charts and maps, fights and a brother's shadow, reading books and wanting a father's love. He'd take Eowyn as his world over the old one any day.

Formal

If there was one thing that Eowyn hated about Minas Tirith it was the too-stiff-and-formal clothes; however, Faramir always managed to look extremely dashing in them, so Eowyn found no reason to complain.

Fever

When he gets sick and dreams of the much darker times of days past, she always stays by his side, soothing his scorching forehead with her cool hands.

Laugh

Lothiriel knew something was going on between her cousin and the White Lady of Rohan; Faramir hadn't laughed this much since she was very small.

Lies

Faced with options of an angry Eowyn and a furious Lothiriel (not to mention a surely homicidal Eomer), Faramir shakes his head. "I had no idea they fancied each other, cousins. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Forever

Looking down at their son's face, Faramir finally understood the saying that children bring immortality.

Overwhelmed

Eowyn's face is bright red as Faramir cautiously slides the garter off of her leg; Lothiriel is howling with laughter until Eowyn glares at her and reminds her, "You're next."

Whisper

The first time he tells her he loves her he whispers; something inside of him fears if he were to speak too loudly she'll shy away. ("I love you too, you silly man." She whispers back.)

Wait

The kisses are like fire, and Eowyn is vaguely aware that she has been backed up against a wall, and her hands (treacherous, evil hands) are snaking up the back of his shirt to touch his bare back when Faramir breaks away. ("It's one more day, my sweet. We must wait.")

Talk

When they talk, they never seem to run out of things to say, something Eowyn is grateful for and Faramir is amazed by; they had never really enjoyed just talking before.

Search

"Ada, you have to find it!" Their daughter wails, and Faramir curses the day Eomer and Lothiriel presented his youngest with the blanket; somehow, it always manages to disappear.

Hope

Arwen, Eowyn, and Lothiriel are all laughing as their husbands come back from meetings; confused, Aragorn asks what is so funny. "Oh, we only hope that our sons are better at courting girls than you three were." Lothiriel giggles, gesturing to all three women's swollen bellies.

Eclipse

"Is the change in them not remarkable?" Imrahil asks Gandalf, watching his nephew (who looks younger than he has in years), spin his beautiful (and rather relaxed bride) around the dance floor.

Gravity

One day, when Eowyn is feeling horrid and miserable (thanks to a certain few shrewish ladies of Minas Tirith), Faramir captures her face between his hands and (between kisses), tells her, "You are my anchor, Eowyn. Without you, I would be a lesser man."

Highway

The road from Minas Tirth to Edoras gets more traffic than it has in the past hundred years, all thanks to two pregnant wives who only want food that is grown in the other city.

Unknown

Faramir watches Eowyn sleep, and wonders to himself; "If Boromir had lived, would it be him sitting here instead of me?" But then Eowyn rolls over and looks at him, and all of his morbid thoughts disappear. ("Come back to bed, love, it's lonely without you.")

Lock

After he returns after a particularly long trip to Minas Tirith, Eowyn sits on their bed, and laughingly tells him, "Bring on the shackles, my lord, I'm your prisoner." Needless to say, their door remained locked that night.

Breathe

Faramir would be content just to sit and watch her breathe for the rest of his life. ("Would you stop staring at me like that? I am not a painting!" He chuckled at that. "You're right. You're far better.")