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[withoutswords]

It was she who said earlier--twice--that there was no need to hurry, but now...oh, she does not want to wait, she will not. They are pressed so close, rubbing against one another, that it only takes a twist of her hips to position herself so that the tip of him is at her entrance. "Faramir--" Her voice is urgent with need, all her pale skin flushed, and she presses again on his backside, to encourage him.

[withoutswords]

"Always," she agrees, a little rueful. She strokes her belly. Truthfully she is not very hungry at the moment, between an all-over ache, and tiredness, and the particular pain in her lower back. But she knows better than to miss a meal. There were one or two times early on in her pregnancy when she fainted from not taking her hunger pangs seriously enough. Which no doubt contributed to Faramir's tendency to hover. She has no desire to repeat the experience.

But her breathing is easier today, which helps, and she takes a long drink of cool, clear water. No more alcohol, not for the past months; it makes the baby kick too much, and she is uncomfortable enough as it is. Also, he kicks enough as it is, every few minutes. "The nausea, I do not miss at all. But I do wonder if I am carrying a bucking foal rather than a baby." Eowyn winces at another, stronger one.

[grumpycatanthir]

He accepts the hand up but does not release her, after, twining their fingers together.

"True. It is good for us to learn together." He agrees. "At the very least, it will teach my people how to interact with others."

[takesnoshit]

"They do not already know this?" she murmurs. She blushes a little as he refuses to let go of her hand. Foolish, for they have been sitting here kissing for no small while, but she blushes anyway. Like some green girl instead of a Chieftain. Absurd. But she does not release his hand either, as they begin walking back.

[theywhowait]

He groans as she shifts.

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn."

It's barely any work at all to thrust within her, and his head falls back with a breathless cry.

"Oh, beloved!"

[theywhowait]

"Must be a boy." He says wryly. "And so my first words to him will be to scold for being so inconsiderate to his mother!"

He keeps to water as well, since she cannot drink, and he offers her first serve, also. He's gotten used to finishing any leftovers since her appetite is not as good as it was.

[grumpycatanthir]

"I would hope they know it."

He observes dryly.

"Else I will be having words with them later." He keeps his steps slow, not wanting to hurry, although he doesn't tarry overmuch.

[withoutswords]

"I doubt that," she murmurs, then winces at another throb of pain in her lower back. How he the babe even able to aim there? "But even so, I cannot blame him for his impatience. So too would I be, in his place."

She takes a few bites, but they are slow and distracted, and she looks uncomfortable.

[withoutswords]

"Faramir, Faramir..." She gasps as he pushes in, filling her the way she needs. Her fingers clutch at his back, as though she can somehow pull him closer still if she tries, until there is no division between them at all.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth chuckles. She too walks a little more slowly than usual, even given that she must keep up with Caranthir's longer strides. Normally she is more brisk in her movements, but...she is reluctant to let this idyll end.

More foolishness, she knows. But...let it be so. Let her be foolish, for a little while. She looks up at him, with that small quirk of her mouth that serves as a smile. "And do they fear your temper enough to heed you?" It is almost teasing, certainly fond.

[theywhowait]

"Perhaps my second or third word." He acknowledges, and looks concerned.

"Should I massage your back, love?"

[theywhowait]

He groans, words escaping him as he cannot help but begin to thrust.

[grumpycatanthir]

His answering smile is sharp.

"The young ones do." The older know his bark is worse than his bite.

"How goes your own people?"

[withoutswords]

She moves with him, moaning with every thrust and withdrawal. Her hands wander fretfully over his back and sides. She captures his mouth briefly, but the kiss is broken almost at once by her cries as pleasure builds within her.

time to make Faramir panic. *rubs hands and cackles*

[withoutswords]

Eowyn glares at him. "You should tend to your meal, and--"

She gasps mid-sentence, abandoning the rebuke. This time the pain in her back is so great that she forgets all else for a moment. When it passes she is pale and clutching the edge of the table, breathing hard.

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles again at his answer, but it turns to a grimace. "They wait. There is little else to be done until the winter ends. Our stores should see us through, for we took care to hunt and gather and trade all we could before the snows came. But until spring returns there is little to do but wait, and the coldest months are yet to come."

She sounds a little grim. This will be the worst, this winter of recovering, and when they overcome it they may begin to regain their strength in truth. But Haleth does not like being unable to act. Still, frustration will not bring game out of hibernation, nor make the plants grow. "We busy ourselves with crafts, or with storytelling and songs." Or with sharing a bedroll, in many cases, but that she does not mention. Though they need to repeople themselves, and she imagines there are worse ways to spend a cold night...

She shakes her head, refusing to blush. "At least now the days will grow longer, even if they remain cold. That will help us."

[grumpycatanthir]

He nods, understanding.

"In the winter with the ground hard and game scarce, there is little enough else to do." He agrees. "I have asked for patrols to be particularly careful, in this region. Your folk do not need another attack so soon, although it is not likely to happen until the snows melt."

[takesnoshit]

She grimaces again, disliking the charity, but nods. It is done for her people and she now believes he would do the same for any on his lands, so she accepts. If it were done as an attempt to earn her favor, to her away her good opinion, she would refuse to permit it.

But he knows that, and they have struck a careful balance, with his courtship stating a separate thing from the duties of lord to tenant.

Too careful a balance, too easily overturned, and Haleth turns her thoughts elsewhere. "What do your people do at such times, when all is dark and cold?" she asks instead. "Have you any midwinter celebration of your own?"

loooooooooooooooool

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn!" He gasps, for although she has told him not to fuss, this is highly irregular.

"Eowyn, Eowyn, what's happened?"

[theywhowait]

He breathes her name in broken chants, hands gripping her hips tightly as his movements become irrregular.

"Oh, oh, Eowyn, Oh!"

[grumpycatanthir]

"We do. Although winters were mild in Aman - nothing like they are here. We adopted many of the Silvan practices with fire and music and dancing in the long dark, and will probably adapt others, as time goes on. But particularly relevant to us is the Long Night, where we celebrate the sun's first rising."

He shrugs. "That's a new tradition, technically, but we blended it with our own midwinter traditions and then also those of the Silvan. It's a night with no large fires, but every household lights a single candle for every family member, and we set a single lantern in a high place of the house to light the road for those who might be journeying."

[takesnoshit]

"Not so unlike our own celebration, then." She smiles up at him, pleased by the similarity. "I am glad your companions enjoyed it. And you."

They are drawing near to the camp, and she releases his hand, drawing herself up and pulling the mantle of Chieftain around her once more. "If you need aught, you know where I may be found, or if I am unavailable you may consult my Second, Tir. He has some of your language. I had planned to join the hunters this afternoon, though if your men are supplementing our ranks that may now be unneeded. I will decide when I wake." She hesitates a little, then reaches for his hand again and clasps it briefly in both of hers. "I will see you later this day, after some rest."

He's had a blissful time of it since they married. They need *some* difficulty.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn does not, at first, even hear him, much less answer. She is too distracted, first in those first few moments of relief from pain, and next in taking stock. She has had contractions off and on for the past few days, but irregular ones, and the midwives judged them to be false labor rather than true. Which is still a good sign, one that means the babe will be due in the next few days, but while they were irregular and light they told her to pay them no mind, and so she has not.

This is different. It does not feel like a contraction, not such as the others were. It starts at the base of her spine and rolls forward. Is that right? None of the descriptions she was given about labor sounded like this...

Another one begins even as she thinks it. It lasts several seconds, and at the end she is once again left gasping and shaky. "I think--" she manages, her mouth dry. She swallows, and tries again. "You should send for Elana."

The foremost of the midwives among the healers, a stout woman who brooks no nonsense. She and Eowyn have gotten along well, both of them being practical-minded and not inclined to put up with foolishness. Whether this is the babe coming or something else, she will know.

[withoutswords]

She tries to pull him back into a rhythm, but it is difficult, distracted as she is by hands and pressure and movement and the desperate sound of her name in his mouth. They slip in and out of sync for a minute. It's still good--dear Valar, it is good, beyond all her imaginings--but it's so much better when they manage to work together. An instinctive process, but one that will still require practice...her moans are high-pitched and brief, and her fingers dig into his back. Close, so close now, but not enough, not yet enough...

[grumpycatanthir]

"Not so unlike." He agrees with a small answering smile. "Different enough to be interesting, while similar enough to be comforting. A reminder we are all still Eruhini, no matter our fates."

He releases her hand reluctantly, but nods, accepting.

"Rest well." He squeezes once, lightly. "I will see you when you wake."