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The kindling of interest in his eye makes her smile. "I would not disagree. And I am certain."

Of that, there can be no doubt. Haleth does nothing she is not sure of. She would not have accepted, nor made her own offer, if she were not fully committed to her course.

She squeezes the hand she still holds. "But you should first return to your own camp, to tend to whatever needs tending, and to ensure none will worry at your later absence. I will await you."

Elboron's face gets a soft laugh from his father as well, Faramir taking the leaf away obliginly.

"This is true. I only worry as he seems so small and fragile! Still, the lambswool blanket your brother sent will be a boon outside, I am sure."

He laughs, reaching over to reel her in close in answer and press butterfly kisses over her.

"It is very much to my liking! Tis no hardship at all to consider a few days all alone!"

"The curse of a leader." He agrees, lifting her hand to kiss it. "And you have work that needs doing as well, I imagine. I will come to your tent later, perhaps? Tis not as if we do not meet regularly anyway, if any of your people are suspicious."

"It matters not if they are," Haleth says firmly, as his mouth touches her fingers. "I do not intend to hide you. Even if I do not wed you formally, I will not sneak and pretend. Come to me as openly as you please."

The corollary also applies, it is unspoken: if ever she visits his encampment, or even his city, she will be just as bold and unashamed, as uncaring of gossip and idle tongues. The approval or disapproval of others is of no consequence.

The light fluttering of kisses makes her laugh helplessly, for they tickle as much as please, playful, teasing touches. "Nay, but let me go, my husband, or else we will not be able to leave at all!" Her eyes gleam. "Although the temptation to pull you back into bed is not very great..."

"So it is." Her look at him is fond, despite the slight warning of a moment ago. Faramir worries for all those he loves, but she well understands why. "As will the lined carry-sack your cousin Lothiriel sent. When I am allowed to ride once more, I hope to take him with me." She picks Elboron up, lifting him above her head, grateful for the renewed strength that lets her do so at last. "Do you think you will like that, my little one?"

He laughs softly.

"Bold and unapologetic." He agrees. "Let them see and know." He bows a little to her. "Then I will go, and go swiftly, that I might return all the sooner."

He chuckles at her, eyes crinkling with pleasure and warm with his love.

"Ah, but you would rather push me down instead?" He teases.

"He will, for he is a Rider's son!" He smiles at them both.

"We should take him to the stables to meet the horses, I think. Do you think he is old enough yet?"

The light in her eyes turns mischievious, and she pushes him backwards until she has him pinned against the closet. "I would," she purrs, before leaning against him and kissing him again, with more heat, one hand splayed on his chest and the other pushing his shoulder against the wooden door.

"Merely to meet horses? Certainly. They should get used to his smell as soon as may be, and he to theirs. I would have done it before now were I able." She grimaces a little, for it has taken much effort to convince the healers to loose the leash they have placed her in.

But she sighs a little and lets it go, turning a smile once more on the subject of this discussion. "But he is also a Ranger's son, and perhaps it will be that he prefers to move silently and stealthily through the forest like his father, rather than galloping wildly over the plains as his mother does." Her sideways smile at Faramir is affectionate.

"It is good that they get to meet each other and get used to each other early." He agrees.

"If he does, I will be very glad!" He laughs. "And will obviously teach him. But I suppose he is too young, yet, to know!"

"Ah, so already I learn to anticipate you!"

He laughs and pulls her close, kissing her until the pounding on the door resumes.

"Ai!"

She bows over his hands in return, kisses his fingers before releasing them. "Go swiftly and return swiftly, Caranthir." There is more warmth in the way she says his name, her voice making a caress out of the syllables. It is clear that while she has taken long to make her choice, she is no longer inclined to waste any time.

Eowyn chuckles into his mouth, enjoying this new position--she has never pinned him to a wall before, and there is much potential in it--then breaks away with a low curse as they are again interrupted. After a few more muttered (and extremely impolite) oaths in Rohirric, she looks up at him, smiling a little ruefully. "How quickly do you think you can pack? For I am minded to leave as soon as we may."

His cheeks heat at the gestures, and his eyes are smoldering with desire as he pulls away with a brisk nod. The sooner he's gone, the sooner he's back, and he doesn't quite pick up the pace as he heads back to his own men.

The day crawls, but equally there's too much to do to brood overly, and he's heartily sick of acting the prince by the time the day is done.

He comes striding into the main encampment unapologetically after supper, looking for her.

"I think we can be gone this evening, for we will have to put in something of an appearance, if only to ask your brother and my men not to come looking!" He says regretfully, clearly wishing as badly as her to be gone right that moment.

She kisses him briefly, squeezing his hands before releasing them, reaching around her back to tie the laces of her dress. "This afternoon. At the absolute latest." Her voice is firm and determined.

"It might be wise to wait until he can walk," Eowyn agrees, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Haleth cannot be found at first, as she is deep in conference with several others. When someone comes to deliver the message that the Lord Caranthir has returned and awaits her, she merely nods and returns to the discussion as though no interruption has occurred, just as she has for the past several days. If her heart beats faster with anticipation, it does not show.

She gives her orders, and everyone disperses to carry them out. Only then does she go to see Caranthir, who waits near the great bonfire that stands in the center of the camp. She is wearing the clothes he made her, and her hair is decorated with beads and feathers in the manner of the Haladin. It is not perhaps fit for a wedding night of sorts, but it is all the finery she has. A small smile touches her mouth when she sees him. "Lord Caranthir," she says formally, as she still does whenever they meet, nodding her head in greeting.

He reaches for his own overtunic.

"If you can convince your brother." He agrees. He sincerely doubts Aragorn will be hard to convince, considering he spent the first two weeks of their wedding having to track down his king and queen from wherever they'd sequestered themselves at random intervals.

(once, he'd found them up a tree)

"I think it would be very hard to sneak when one cannot even crawl!"

He agrees mock solemnly, and kisses the laugh in her smile.

"I do not intend to make it a subject for debate," Eowyn says firmly, finding a brush for her hair. She left it loose all through the night, and now it is impressively tangled in places. Though Faramir had certainly enjoyed it..."Though I do not think he will argue much. More likely he has anticipated me, for he is not inclined to watch us make doe-eyes at each other across the Great Hall, as he put it."

She does not sound even remotely repentant. Quite the opposite. And she is far too satisfied to be annoyed at her brother's teasing.

"Put that way, no doubt he will be eager to see us off!"

Faramir agrees, and comes over to her as he's done with his buttons.

"Here, shall I help with your hair?"

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timeskip?

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yus!

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Mind largely gone blank. I can think of some thing Faramir might instigate but not Eowyn!

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LOL he's not likely to initiate much until she's a bit better XD timeskip?

okay what were they doing in that tree

hiding XD