Aragorn saw her, standing on the edge, her golden hair was being tossed about in the cool, night breeze. Sweat glistened on her brow when the moon shone on her face. She was clad in green (so that Arwen would be the only one in white on her wedding day), and a gold belt hugged her slim waist. When he approached, he saw her eyes were closed and a trace of a smile danced on her pink lips.

"Congratulations, my Lord," she said, sensing his presence. "The Lady Arwen will make for a fine Queen."

He smirked. "Yes, she will. Thank you. What of me?"

She opened her eyes and met his gaze. "It goes without saying that you will be a great King. The people of Gondor have long looked to your coming. And yet, you are still their brother by blood...their captain in war…and it is in doing these things that makes you their King. Lady Arwen is of a different kind, and had yet to fulfill any duties to her new people. You, my Lord, have already saved Middle Earth."

He gave her a quizzical look. "I never knew you had such a way with words, Eowyn."

She laughed. "I have been spending far too much time with Captain Faramir, I fear. He is quite scholarly, and therefore a very fine speaker."

He chuckled. "Well, clearly you have not spent enough time with him, or you would not have pledged to spend the rest of your life with him."

She looked down, as if suddenly very interested in the stone upon which they stood. "Yes…" she trailed off as she closed her eyes again, thinking of her fiancé. She loved everything about Faramir. She loved how handsome he was, the way he looked at her, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his hand on her icy exterior, the feel of his lips on hers…

"My Lady?" Aragorn's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I was just thinking about him."

Aragorn had mistaken the look on her face. While in truth, she had been thinking about how much she loved Faramir, he perceived her lack of response as thinking Faramir was only her second choice; that she would rather have the King instead. This troubled Aragorn.

"What drove you out her, Lady?" he inquired. "Why be in solitude while others celebrate?"

"I was in need of fresh air," she explained. "The sweat on my brow is from ceaseless dancing."

"You were not afraid to come alone?" he asked.

"Is there cause for me to be afraid?" she retorted.

He put his hand on her cheek. "I have always admired your bravery, Eowyn."

She stepped away from him, discomfort creeping up on her. "It is best that admiration is expressed strictly through words, my Lord."

"My apologies, my Lady, it is not my wish to make you uncomfortable," he lied. In fact, that was exactly what he was trying to do. Then he turned to back inside. "Now, I take my leave, as my wife is likely to be searching for me."

She replied only with a nod as he swept away, impressed with her. She had passed his test.