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[grumpycatanthir]

He grins at that sound, and curves his hands to scratch a little in the same place, watching her like a hawk.

[theywhowait]

He wraps his arms around her contentedly.

"Tis strange, is it not? At times I look around at all of this and marvel, for in those days when first we met, I had in my heart of hearts feared that there would be no dawn. Never did I think to be this happy!"

[theywhowait]

"I suppose we are!" He smiles up at her, the light turning her hair to gold.

"For not even Vana the Ever Young herself could look more fair at this moment." He twines a finger through her hair as he kisses her.

"I say yes!"

[withoutswords]

She chuckles again against his mouth, and would tease him for his flattery, but his mouth is warm against hers, the taste of him sweet, and they waited so long for freedom such as this...that freedom is intoxicating to her now, for many times they have made opportunities such as this and not been able to act on them as fully as they now may.

So she laughs and kisses him, then moves to sit astride his hips, leaning above him with her hands pressed to the clover on either side of his head. The shift rides up her legs, barely covering her hips. "How shall we wed, min heorte?" she muses, smirking. "Shall I ride you as I did this dawn?"

[withoutswords]

"And in those days when first we met, I had no hope at all." Eowyn has not forgotten how dark the world seemed to her then, despite all the gifts she has been given since. On the contrary, she remembers it well, and the memory makes her all the more determined.

She reaches up and touches his face softly, smiling. "The life we live now was utterly beyond my imagining. I am glad if I have caused your happiness, beloved, for most surely you have been the architect of mine."

[takesnoshit]

"Ah--" She breaks off the kiss with a cry, arching into his hand. "That--that is good." Haleth licks her lips, looking down at him, and raises one eyebrow. "Is it so for you?"

She suits action to word, skimming her nails across his chest, lightly grazing his nipple.

[theywhowait]

He curls fond hands along her legs, and up to her hips, moving her shift as he goes.

"I did enjoy that." He smiles up at her. "It gave me a most excellent view of thee."

[theywhowait]

They have endured their darkest night, and the day has dawned all the brighter.

He turns his head to kiss her palm softly.

"And together we have built ourselves a new world."

[grumpycatanthir]

He grins again at her response, pleased to be able to elicit such reactions, and gasps softly as she does the same.

"Mm... that feels good, although I think I like your reaction better." So he does it again.

[withoutswords]

"With new people in it, even." Her glance flickers to Elboron, still sleeping quietly a few feet away, and her eyes soften. "Thank you."

[withoutswords]

"Mm, the view on my side is also most worth seeing..." Her smile softens a little with appreciation as she looks down at Faramir, at ease below her, his gaze openly admiring as he lies back on the hillside with his hair scattered around his head. She reaches up and brushes a few tendrils back from his forehead, her expression suddenly smug. "I am most fortunate among women, to have such a husband. Lúthien herself could not boast a better."

[takesnoshit]

She is not caught by surprise this time, but still catches her breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You asked me to show you," she says after a moment. "But it seems to me you would prefer to explore."

She does not look as though she minds. At all.

/la la la we dance through the fields of random invention

[takesnoshit]

For most, this would be a longer ceremony, filled with speeches and stories and further promises. But they are both of them straightforward speakers, not bards. No doubt Caranthir's brother Maglor will make up for the lack later on, and others. But for Haleth and Caranthir, there is only this, and it is all that is needed.

She smiles as few in life ever saw her smile, unguarded and open, as they join and lift their hands. Her ring is returned to her finger, where it belongs, scratched and marred by time but still beautiful to her eyes. As are they both.

"Here do I, Haleth, swear to leave all others to cleave to thee, Caranthir, to love and honor thee in all things, to hold you in your tears, and to rejoice with you in your joys."

No titles, no son of or daughter of, for all are beyond such things now. As she speaks she radiates happiness unclouded by any taint or reservation.

[grumpycatanthir]

"I am being shown." He points out with a smirk. "I am, after all, merely following your ... vocal encouragements."

boom de yaada~

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir is happy to leave the grand speeches and florid declarations to others. Right here and now, all he wants is for all the world to know that he has chosen Haleth and been chosen in return. The vows spoken, he sweeps her into his arms to kiss her soundly, to the sound of cheering.

[theywhowait]

He laughs. "Then shall I be Beren, struck dumb by my Luthien's beauty?"

He's not exactly still though, still teasingly slowly lifting her shift.

[theywhowait]

"Maybe more than one." He laughs softly. "Much, much later though."

He kisses her gently. "You are most welcome, my love."

[whattheydefend]

"I neither accuse nor flatter," he retorts, finishing his attentions to her shoulders and moving his hands up into her scalp. How he loves her hair! To his eyes it shines like elven-gold, bright enough to rival even the famed woods of Lothlorien. Though he acknowledges he may be a little biased.

Even so he cards his fingers through it, stroking the length of it and spreading it out on her back, then moves to massage her scalp. "I speak only truth, as you know. And for me, the truth is that you are entirely--" He traces the whorl of her left ear with one finger, teasing the delicate skin. "--delectably--" This time the right ear, and he shifts his weight so he lies alongside her once more, bending over her as he whispers, "--delicious." Carefully he kisses her ear, nibbling a little at the lobe.

[withoutswords]

She groans a little, burying her face in his neck. "Much later," she agrees. No one has ever called Eowyn faint of heart, but the prospect of further children is nonetheless daunting.

[theywhowait]

His shoulders shake in amusement.

"Or we can stop with one, if my lady prefers."

[withoutswords]

"A decision for another time," Eowyn says firmly, the words muffled against his shoulder. She can feel his body shake with laughter, and it makes her smile. "A much later time. Not during these few hours of respite."

[withoutswords]

She is very aware of his hands sliding up her legs, pulling the shift further up as they go. "Be my Beren," she says, leaning down. "And dance with me." She moves her hips suggestively against his as she kisses him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, a slow press of desire.

boom de ay!

[takesnoshit]

He must lift her off the ground again to kiss her thus, but this time she makes no complaint. Their vows were made in clear, unwavering voices, but the unrestrained enthusiasm of the kiss speaks more eloquently of their choice than any words could.

"Let him have it, Sister! Give no quarter!"

Haleth chuckles a little against Caranthir's mouth as her twin shouts encouragement, which she does not need but is glad to hear. Firmly she wraps her arms around Caranthir's shoulders and kisses him in return.

she's more curvy than Eowyn, btw. Esp the hips.

[takesnoshit]

"So." It is said as in agreement, and the quirk of her mouth is amused.

Haleth rolls off of him, lying instead at side and reaching for his hand, pulling him up to lean next to her. "In that case, we shall have a practical lesson." Smiling more openly now, she pulls his hand to cover her breast. "And I will instruct you as you proceed."

[grumpycatanthir]

Somewhere, Celegorm is wolf-whistling, and Maglor is undoubtedly already writing something sappy, but Caranthir doesn't care. Haleth is here, in his arms, and kissing him back in the sight of everyone they love.

"Get a room, you two!"

He shifts a little to support her while freeing one hand, where he casually raises his middle finger at the Ambarussa.