28. Presence of Presents
"So, what do you think?"
Aragorn looked thoughtful, appearing to give the question great consideration. "I think you are mad, my friend."
"You don't think she will like it?"
Aragorn grinned. "You are marrying Eowyn. I am not sure those are the actions of a sane man. And, no, I don't she will like it," he said, becoming serious at last.
Faramir sighed. He was, he had to admit, at something of a loss. "She's from Rohan, so she likes horses. I thought I couldn't possibly go wrong with horses."
"Just wait until she beats you round the head with it." Aragorn could not help but chuckle at the notion.
"You think this is funny, don't you?"
"Well, yes," Aragorn conceded.
"So," Faramir turned on his friend, "what have you got for the Lady Arwen?"
"Ah, well, I'm... working on that."
There was a pause. "Help!" Aragorn pleaded.
"Only if you help me first."
The two friends shook hands.
"Just don't tell Arwen."
"I won't. As long as you don't tell Eowyn."
And the two women never had any idea what their future husbands originally had in store for them, so pleased they were with their eventual gifts.
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