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"Then think how much more pleasant it will be to hold me when we are less chilled!"

Less exposed to the elements, and at less risk of being discovered. Edoras is not quiet this night, for the celebrations are not limited to the Great Hall. Eowyn has no mind to let anyone interrupt them.

But the armory is not far, and she has the household keys to hand on her belt, with that included. In younger days she would sneak to the armory to practice her swordplay, learn how to care for armor, to undertake all a warrior's tasks and skills. It is several months since she has set foot in it now.

There are no windows, and the lanterns are out, but it is a small matter to find a flint and make a little light, the better to see her beloved's face. There are chairs and tables here as well as weaponry; they will be comfortable enough.

And warmer, out of the wind, and above all private. She closes the door and locks it again behind her before turning back to him, sighing in relief. "I have little patience for all this cermony," she admits. "Did the nobility of our countries really demand so much?"

"Despite my first warning to you?" she smiles and lifts a hand back to his face, caressing it. I am a shieldmaiden, and my hand is ungentle. "I can take but little credit, for I have had an excellent teacher."

"I am endeavouring to do so!" He laughs. "But my lady is most distracting!"

But he follows and waits patiently for her to light the lantern, coming forward to kiss her again once the door is securely fastened.

"I wish it did not, but your brother is a new king, who needs must demonstrate strength to his allies - not Aragorn, who he knows and who knows and honors him, but those who come with him, who he does not know. And Aragorn likewise in the opposite way. That, and ... well. I think everyone just wants to celebrate, really."

He turns to kiss her palm.

"Your hands are strong and kind, gentle at need, Eowyn. I trust you more than any other."

Her breath catches as his lips brush against the delicate skin of her palm. "I fear I am as wounded by the bolts of love as you, my dearest lord," she murmurs.

Then she laughs, shifts so that she's leaning above him, her hair a wall of gold to block out half the world from view. "So we will do what we can to heal each other, and test our new furniture's soundness at the same time. Let no one say we are not industrious!"

"Or perhaps you are too easily beguiled, my lord!" she chides in return.

Though she is as easily beguiled and distracted, given how willingly she returns to his arms as soon as there is a little light and a closed door between them and the rest of the world. She should light a few more lanterns for them, and she will. In a moment.

"I do not begrudge them their celebration. Only our part in it." She turns her face up towards him, still smiling. Her joy at his presence can scarce be contained. "But surely all these demonstrations can go on without our involvement, for a while."

He looks up at her with eyes full of love and grins at her suggestion.

"That is a good idea, my love! But I fear we are not appropriately dressed. Should I aid you with that?"

"Perhaps! But I find that a failing I am happy to have, with you!"

He sighs happily and kisses her.

"For a good long while, I think, for I am certain that they will all while away the hours without much noticing our absence, now the festivities have started in truth."

"I am not so certain of that," she says, a little rueful. "My brother at least will mark our absence, and our flight through the kitchens will be known soon enough. But for a courting couple to disappear for a little while is no great matter in Rohan." She smiles. "Even if it is the king's own sister who vanishes, I hope. At the very least we will have time before they decide to seek us out."

Or so she hopes, and she intends to make the most of the opportunity, stepping closer into his embrace and kissing him thoroughly.

"In this and in all things," she confirms before kissing him again, reaching for the buttons on his jerkin and beginning to undo them. "For we will accomplish much more if we work together."

"Ah, but did I not see Queen Arwen engage him in conversation as we slipped out the door? No, I think we will have some time before anyone notices. I hope so, anyway!"

He manages, before she kisses him quite thoroughly, and he finds himself otherwise occupied.

He shivers a little at the feel of her fingers undoing laces and buttons and feels very clumsy as he does the same.

"As ever my lady speaks wisdom and truth." He says breathlessly.

"And damn whoever invented this corset!"

[Maybe it's a small thing. Maybe it's a major thing.

Whatever it is, for a few seconds, it works.

The block isn't elegant, but it's quicker. The punch he throws isn't up to his usual par, but it's a sign of some fight in his gut.

That's who he's supposed to be.]

That makes her laugh almost too much to continue, not least because it is so rare that Faramir expresses frustration at all. She abandons his laces in favor of helping him undo her own, pulling the offending garment over her head after it is sufficiently loosened. "So impatient," she teases. "Where is the fabled forbearance of the Prince of Ithilien?"

Kissing Faramir is an occupation to keep her busy for a good long while, even in dim lighting while standing in an armory. But gradually the absurdity of the situation sinks in, and Eowyn finds herself laughing. She breaks away enough to smile up at him. "I am sorry I have not found a more comfortable place for us. Though my brother would say it is very like me, to tryst amongst weapons of war!"

Faramir is quite happy to continue on in this fashion for some time, but he laughs when she does, struck by the absurdity of it.

"I suppose we must allow at least one of our stereotypes some leeway, as the Rohirrim do not much go for large libraries to get lost amongst the books in as I might have done!"

He laughs sheepishly, and the amusement settles into wonder as he looks up at her.

"I think, my beautiful wife, I lost it somewhere around the point where you started undressing me!"

No matter how often they lie together, he never gets tired of seeing her, skimming shyly worshipful hands up her side.

"Especially not when I get such a wonderful gift!" He tugs her down to kiss her.

She kisses him warmly, lingering, her tongue slipping easily into his mouth and darting against his in a dance they now know well. One hand drifts down his side and the other rests on the bare skin revealed by his half-opened shirt. "No gift, my lord," she chides, still amused. "This is serious work we attend to, so be mindful of your duties."

"We do have a library," she informs him, taking his hand and leading him to a chair near the wall. "Small compared to those of Gondor, but well stocked with histories and songs. If you tire of my company on your visit you should be able to amuse yourself there for some days."

Her eyes twinkle at him, for she trusts--knows--that he will not tire of her company at all, however great a lover he is of books.

"Ah. But...is it big enough for two young lovers to ....get lost for a little while?"

He grins at her. "Together, obviously. Perhaps a quiet, private, hidden nook?"

He sighs happily against her lips, smiling up at her.

"Ah, I stand...or rather lie! Corrected, and will endeavor to rectify my mistake."

He grins, tickling her sides before actually going back to what he was supposed to be doing.

She laughs and pushes him down onto the chair, sitting herself on his lap with a sigh of contentment. "I fear not," she admits ruefully. "True privacy will be hard to come by, unless we ride out to find it, and brave the cold winds. But I am resourceful, and know the halls better than any." She rests her forehead against his, smiling. "I am sure I can find a few places for us to lose ourselves, now and then."

She laughs, trying to twist away from his fingers as he tickles her, and ends up rolling off of him, curled on her side to try and protect her ribs.

This of course allows him to roll over and straddle her in turn, smiling down at her, flushed and dishevelled under him.

"You look so beautiful."

"Oof" he pretends to protest with a laugh, but rather than push her off he pulls her closer, making a lie of his protest.

"And I doubt we will be allowed that much freedom." He agrees with her ruefully. "Not until all the formalities are done, in any case. Hopefully they will not take too long." Although treaties can, and that is at least half the reason why they are here.

He smiles and nudges up so he can kiss her.

"I will trust to my lady's better knowledge and discretion!"

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You'll have to let me know when a fade to black is needed! Or I'll just keep going.

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