Meanwhile. Eowyn in her room. Drinking bloody Maryīs and crying her eyes out. Gimli is comforting her.
Eo: *sobs*Why oh Why?? Why is he so danm attaractive?? I have a married woman. I have a wonderfull husband and two adorable children.(in backround two little monsters, setting barbiedoll on fire)Why donīt I have myself under control? BUT HE IS SO HOT!!! I know he was totally drunk. I was totally drunk too. *sobs* What if Faramir finds out? What if that damn Arwen tells him? What if he divorces me? What if....
Gimli: There, there... itīs not that bad... really... at least you donīt have a beard...
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