“Let me go look in the Market,” Eowyn pleaded, trying to help with the search for Boromir.

“No, it would be impossible to locate him in that place without knowing where he is!” Faramir said, trying to reason with Eowyn.

“Fine, but be sure to look down by the stream,” Eowyn stated, sitting down at the table.

“I will,” Faramir agreed, nearly dragging Theodred and Eldarion out the door.

“I know he is at the market somewhere,” Eowyn said, staring at the dirty dishes on the usually clean table. Some random thought ran through Faye’s mind and she suddenly thought of where to look.

“Mother, I will be back in a little bit. I… I have to go look into buying a dog.” With that she dashed out of the door without a moment’s hesitation, leaving a bewildered mother standing at the door. She ran through the market not caring that people were staring at her, thinking she was crazy for running through the market in her kitchen apron.

She ran to the sword shop, the one where she got Tree marker, looking for Boromir. “Hello master Collin, have you seen Boromir?” she asked, standing on tip toe to see over the tall counter top.

“Why, yes’m. He was just here. Said he had to go get some new armor, so you might want to check over there,” he said, pointing across the street.

“Thank you! You have helped so much. By any chance, did he happen to buy a new sword?” she asked, hoping with all her strength that he had not.

“Why, yes in fact he did. He bought a long sword, two Elven daggers, and he had a new bow with arrows set from the archery tent across the square.”

Her heart sank, but she tried not to show it. “Thank you, master Collin.” With that she ran over to the blacksmith’s across the street.

She found Boromir standing there getting his measurements taken by the young blacksmith. He glared at her and said “So, you found me. Are you going to rat on me to Mother and Father?”

Faye felt tears threaten to spill over but she decided that for once in her life she would be tough. “No, but why did you run off before sunlight? It scared the living daylight out of me! Not to mention Mother and Father!”

Boromir shook his head sadly and said quietly, “They don’t understand. Not even Theodred understands this time. I have to go.”

Faye sighed – Boromir was as hard headed as a mule, and would not budge. “I understand. There are certain things I want to do, but am not allowed too.”

“Well, I am going. Can you help me hide all this stuff – I don’t think I have enough room to hide them all.”

Faye hesitated – should she help her older brother go to war and possibly his death? “I donÂ’t know…” At his frown she quickly agreed.

He smiled brightly and said, “Hide these in your room and I will come home as soon as I can.” Faye quickly grabbed the items he pointed to and ran home, not even stopping to catch her breath once.

She ran and tossed the items under her bed, then she slumped up against her bed, gasping for breath. Her mother came in and clucked her tongue. “Faye, is it true you were running around the market in your kitchen apron?”

Faye sighed – the whole town would know about it before night fell, enclosing the last whisper in darkness.

“Yes mother, it is true. But I had a good reason.” Faye stopped short, not daring to say another word.

“What?” Eowyn asked, prodding once more for answers where none could be found.

“Fine, if you don’t have answers then I won’t question you anymore.” Just then the door opened and shut, quick enough for only one person to slip through.

“Boromir?” Eowyn called, ready to race down the hall towards the door. Faye was fully aware that, if caught, Boromir would get in serious trouble.

“Mother, can I go and see if it really is Boromir? Can you wait here?” Faye asked and ran down the hall, colliding with him and his armor.

“Shh! Mother will hear you. Let me take this stuff outside, and you take her into the kitchen. I will run this stuff up to your cot and lay them under it.”

Before Boromir could refuse Faye had snatched his brand new armor and had dashed out the door. “Mother?” he called quietly, then a bit louder, “Mother?”

She quickly appeared, and squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Mother, I am okay!” he said, shying away from her hug. He was rather embarrassed. If Eldarion saw him, he would have died of embarrassment.

“You had me scared to death! Why did you run off like that?” she said, taking his face in her hands.

“I just went to the market to get you this –” With that he pulled a lovely blue-stone set belt from behind his back. She gasped – it looked very expensive and fit only for a queen.

“But – it’s beautiful!” He handed it to her and she slipped it around her small waist.

“It’s a perfect fit!” She swallowed – it would have taken almost all of his savings to buy such a extensive gift.

“Are you sure that this is for me?” She eyed him warily.

“Of course. What is for supper? I am starving!” He led her into the kitchen while Faye quietly slipped up the stairs to his room. There was about two feet of space underneath each cot, where the children in each house could store their stuff.

There would hardly be room to fit a mouse under Boromir’s bed – it was filled with junk. Theodred’s, however, was rather organized. She sighed and somehow managed to shove it under the bed and go running down to her room before her mother checked on her.

“Faye, come and help me with supper! Boromir claims he is starving and keeps eating all the food before it can reach the table!” Eowyn teased, and Faye went running to her mother’s aid.

“Where is Father and Theodred?” she asked, setting the last platter on the table.

“They will be here,” was all Eowyn would say.

After about ten minutes of waiting Boromir began to start sampling foods, again.

“Will you stop?” Faye said, slapping at his hands.

“What? I’m hungry!” Boromir said, whining and pouting.

Eowyn called, “Boromir, can you go look down by the stream for your father? If he is not there then come straight home!” He nodded even though she could not see and ran off, looking for his father, brother and friend.

“He is pretty fast – what were you doing outside? You used to never go outside after dark!” Eowyn asked, curious.

“Oh, just seeing if Father was out there,” Faye stated, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay.” Eowyn eyed her suspiciously.

Eowyn sat down and said, “Did I ever tell you about the ‘War of the Ring’?” Faye shook her head ‘no’ and sat down to listen to the story. Her mother was a natural born story-teller, but she had stopped telling stories long ago.

“Well, it all began when Sauron, the dark lord, was looking for the one ring that would allow him to become the lord of all Middle Earth–”

The tale spun itself, making Faye lean in farther and farther as the plot thickened. Just at the part where Frodo was entering the lair of a deadly spider the door opened, making both of them jump and scream.

“Whoa! What’s going on in here?” Faramir asked, jumping back in surprise.

“Oh, we were just telling a story,” Eowyn answered, jumping up to start serving the food.

“Eldarion is here, he is going to sup with us,” Theodred said, grinning from ear to ear.

Faye wordlessly set another spot at the table for her brothersÂ’ best friend and they sat down to eat.

The days flew by, until about a week later Faramir announced, “They are starting to recruit people, getting them to take the oath to go to war. I want you all to stay away from the market.” When he said that Boromir soundlessly got up and grabbed Faye and took her to his room.

“Where are my weapons?” Boromir asked, pulling his armor out from underneath his cot.

“I hid them,” Faye answered, making her chin jut out.

“Faye, you know I need them! I have got to get them examined.”

Faye started to cry. “You are leaving, arenÂ’t you? You’re going away and never coming back. All because you want to be a hero!”

“Faye, I have to go!” Boromir said, grabbing her hand he lead her to her room.

“Where are they?” he asked, clearly angry.

“Under the bed. Just please don’t go!” she pleaded, begging him.

Boromir grabbed the weapons and said, “Faye, I have no other choice.”

A/N: Please review! I have no idea how my story is and what you all think if you don’t tell me! Constructive criticism is welcomed, if it can improve my story, I’m all for it! Thank! Eyowen