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[theywhowait]

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn!" He groans in counterpoint, hands flexing on her hips as he falls into her rhytm, moving with her.

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her, arms tightening comfortingly.

"I could do little enough during the birth! Tis my honor to support you now, little as I can do here, either."

He nods, reminding her, "Tis probably the blood loss. Time will mend that, I am sure. Time, rest, and good food, as we have both been reminded multiple times today."

[withoutswords]

"I know it. I have treated it often enough, by now." She sounds a little rueful now, at least, instead of only irritated; Eowyn is aware she is still a poor patient. Greater knowledge has improved her understanding but done only a little for her patience in such matters.

There is a pause as Elboron suddenly protests, and with some effort (and some assistance) she manages to shift so he may change sides, and within a few moments he is latched on to the other side, and she sighs and relaxes again against her husband's arm. "Will this be one of your official duties now, then?" she says, her mind wandering a little from exhaustion. "To be my support as I feed our son? You are more comfortable to lie against than most other furniture, it is true." She turns her head and smiles up at him.

[withoutswords]

It is different from the other way they have tried--not as forceful, not as intense, or rather the intensity is more drawn out. The pressure is slower to build, but she is more aware of it, of both their bodies and how they move. She gradually increases their pace, wanting more.

When she finishes it catches her by surprise, washing over and through her like a wave instead of crashing down, and she gasps and shudders around him, her head thrown back.

[theywhowait]

He grins back at her.

"I would like it to be. We should make it official! That the lord and lady of Ithilien are to spend this time together and not be disturbed."

[theywhowait]

He cries her name as she clenches around him, tumbling rapidly over the edge after her, hands almost bruising on her hips.

"Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

She does not collapse on him; that much control she maintains. She rides out his pleasure as she rode her own, feeling him pulse deep within her, and when they are both spent she lifts herself off and lays herself down at his side, in the circle of his arm, breathing hard.

[withoutswords]

She snorts, but smiles. "You are unaware of how disruptive babies are, my lord, and how often they must be fed, if you think that a wise course. It is appealing but I fear will not be practical."

[theywhowait]

He's heavy lidded again from tiredness, but his arm tigthens around her fondly.

"That was new. Very pleasant." he murmurs sleepily.

[theywhowait]

"It would save us a good deal of bother!" He points out merrily, but she's right and he knows it. "I suppose we could compromise on only part of the time."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles, turning her head a little further to kiss him. "Any time you wish to aid me in this, my lord, your assistance will be most welcome. Though you may not thank me if it is before dawn, and the third time that night, or worse."

[withoutswords]

She too is tired, for they did not have so very much sleep the night before, and their exertions have filled her with lassitude. She smiles a little, nuzzling into his embrace. "Only pleasant?" she teases, also sleepily.

[takesnoshit]

A small smile touches her mouth. "Thousands of years of life, and you have not yet formed a preference?" she teases. "You are slow to make up your mind, Caranthir of Thargelion."


[ooc: RIGHT dammit Haleth get back here. Also we need timeskips. Is there anything else you/Caranthir wants to do with this visit, in particular?]

[theywhowait]

He grins wryly.

"True. Tis all fun now...perhaps not after the fourth sleepless night! But I will do my best to aid thee."

[theywhowait]

He laughs sleepily.

"Magnificent?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He smiles wryly at her.

"I thought I had! But I am open to changing my mind, should new information come to light."

He moves to test her defences.

[withoutswords]

"Better." She turns her head a little and kisses his shoulder, her eyes closed. "Mmm...I definitely like waking like this..."

And sleeping again afterwards, to judge by the heaviness in her voice.

[withoutswords]

"Mm," is her tired agreement, and she yawns. A moment later, so does Elboron, abandoning his meal in favor of snuggling against her skin. Eowyn smiles down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, stroking the down on his head. "He will have your hair, I think," she murmurs sleepily.

[theywhowait]

"As long as he has your eyes." Faramir reaches over to touch the baby soft cheek, marvelling.

"I think you had best snatch some rest, now that he is himself sated."

[theywhowait]

"I could definitely get used to it." He agrees, cuddling her closer, already dropping towards sleep again himself.

"Hopefully we remain undisturbed a while longer."

[withoutswords]

"None will disturb us." She lifts her head and smiles sleepily at him, stroking his face. "Among the Riders there is sometimes a tradition, whereupon a bridegroom is seized in the early hours of the morning after his wedding, and taken out and dunked in a horse's trough to wake him. But you are not a Rider, and besides I told my brother I would be most displeased if any such disruption occurred. I think he will heed me, in this."

And prevent any other mischief, she trusts, whether it is generated by his own Riders or by Faramir's guard, many of them former Rangers who are used to treating their Captain with teasing affection as much as respect. Eomer has a hearty sense of humor, but he loves his sister. They will be safe from mischief for today. Though tomorrow may be another matter...or even this afternoon...

But for now she settles herself back down comfortable, nuzzling against the warmth of her husband's body (wonderful thought!).

[withoutswords]

"He may have your eyes," she protests mildly, her mouth quirking into a smile at the end. "But I hope he has inherited my nose instead of yours, for his sake."

She loves her husband dearly and his manly beauty is considerable--but larger noses do seem to run in his family.

"I should," she agrees, then sighs and tries to sit, with difficulty componded by her own weakness and her arms being occupied with holding Elboron. "But I did promise to eat something first, little though the idea appeals. I will be a poor healer if I cannot listen to my fellows.

[theywhowait]

"I like my nose!" He protests mock dolefully, although secretly he agrees.

"True. Here, shall I take Elboron for a while?"

[theywhowait]

"That sounds very unpleasant." He agrees, blinking at her in bemusement. "I am very glad there is no such tradition in Gondor, or at least, none that any have ever spoken of to me."

"There are traditions before the wedding night, but I doubt any would dare to try and 'kidnap' you, even in jest."

[withoutswords]

"I love your nose," she counters, smiling "But mine is the fairer. Yes, take him."