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She stares at him in wonder for a moment, being simply amazed that they have come to this point. That she may see him so, the naked love and need in him so fully displayed to her. Once again she leans over and kisses him, and as she does she begins to move against him in earnest, slow but with a definite, unbreaking rhythm.

"You do," she agrees, before sliding her tongue between his lips. She lifts one of her legs and slides it along his, then wraps it around him, rolling her body under his.

He chuckles. "What, did you think I was a perfect child? I assure you, Boromir and I caused just as much trouble as two boys with run of the city could!"

He kisses her again, needy and yet...

"Time to get to work then." He says and mischievsouly pulls away and turns to dart off.

He cries out, hand gripping hers, hips moving jerkily at first until he catches her rhythm.

"Haleth, oh Haleth, oh..."

His words are almost sobs of her name, and he knows full well he won't last.

"Haleth, I'm... I..."

He hisses approval and kisses her, reaching to slide along her sides again and pick her up, but only enough to settle them on the bed with her on top.

"Then, my lady should feel free to give me firm instruction." He smiles at her, reaching to touch her properly, fingers reaching for that one spot that he knows she loves.

She chuckles and spreads her legs for him, giving him free range to explore. She reaches for him in turn, cupping his erect cock in her hand. "You seem firm enough without my instruction."

"I know." Breathless words of comfort, offered as she moves with him. She can see the flush in his chest, remembers the signs of what is to come, and she expected it to be soon. "I know. It is all right. Ah, yes, Caranthir, yes--"

She tastes his own desire in his mouth before he breaks away. Eowyn makes a frustrated noise and thwacks him lightly on the backside as he turns. "Then mind that you are quick about it! Or I will tease you in turn, until you regret it heartily."

She laughs and bids him tell her the tales, and so they while away the time, until they are rejoined by their companions and all settle for the night, returning to Ithilien in the morning.

The days pass sweetly, turning to weeks, and then months. Elboron grows, passes the usual benchmarks of learning to roll over, then to crawl a little. Eowyn begins to get more sleep at night, and she and her husband are able to spend more time together without needing such extreme measures to achieve it.

Faramir returns to his duty, for both Ithilien and Aragorn greatly need him, but although he travels more between his home and Minas Tirith. Eowyn begins once more to pick up her own work as Ithilien's Lady and an apprentice healer. But they steal time, here and there: private breakfasts in Ithilien, in the sunny room Faramir had built just for the purpose, only now Elboron often joins them. Evenings reading to one another, or playing chess, or simply sitting in each others' arms and talking. Nights asleep spooned side by side.

The days pass, and the seasons turn. But they bring ill news with them.

The armies of Mordor disbanded with the loss of their Dark Lord, but have never fully vanished or dispersed. It has always been a risk that there would be bands of orcs roving through Ithilien, and both Faramir and Eowyn have kept the land's defenses strong and well guarded in expectation of it, even as they also strive to rebuild. But no danger has ever ventured near Eryn Arnen.

Until now.

"Haleth!"

He cries her name as he feels his orgasm hit, body convulsing under her, but he's blinded, his soul expanding, reaching, for it's other half, the mate to his, finding and tangling with in an embrace of joy.

He hisses in approval, reaching to stroke and touch, teasingly swiping along the outside of her folds but not actually dipping in.

"Ouch!" He laments with a laugh as he 'flees' from her into the kitchen.

"My lady is a slavedriver!"

Faramir hears the news with solemn gravity, and in the council that follows he hears what his captains have to say and agrees to the drafted plans to ride out in force and seek to find the source of the increased numbers and eradicate it, if they can.

It is only later, in their private rooms, that he holds his son and his wife in his arms and trembles.

"I have to go."

They both know it, but saying the words...

Faramir has been true to his word, as he ever is; whenever he can he joins Éowyn for Elboron's evening feed, to support her. Elboron himself now sleeps, curled against her shoulder. Éowyn holds his head. The contrast between the sweetness of the moment and the gravity of the subject could not be greater.

But all Éowyn's life has been spent watched those she loves ride to risk and war while she remains behind. She feels very different about it now than she once did, but she remembers. "I know." Her free hand she lifts, placing it against his cheek. "They will have much need of you on the battlefield. And rightly so."

"I would I could take you with me." He says softly, leaning against her hand and memorising the warmth of them in his arms.

Not to war, for she might never chose the way of the blade again, but to have her by his side, a stalwart presence to ward away the night, even if only in the healing tents, would have been a salve to his soul. But they have responsibilities to more than themselves, to more than Ithilien, now.

It hits Haleth like a lightning bolt.

It is nothing like anything she has ever experienced, nothing. Caranthir had tried to warn her, in a way, but she had not understood. Possibly he had not either, not in truth.

She has not words for it, nor capacity for understanding. Something within her expands, reaches, entwines, joins. It's a far, far more fundamental and irrevocable joining than the act they perform with their bodies. That is joyous; this is transcendent.

Haleth feels for a moment as though she will turn wholly into light, as though there is no division at all between them, all empty corners filled, all parts connected. Where there was one there are two and then two made back into one, indivisible.

She is very distantly aware that she does climax again, his release pulling hers with it. It's almost an afterthought.

Such intensity cannot be borne for long, and it is more relief than not when as quickly as it happened the blinding flash of--everything--is gone, and she collapses on top of Caranthir, gasping for breath. For a while all she can do is breathe, as she tries to resettle within herself, aware that something has happened, something has changed, everything has changed. She is different than she was. She cannot say how, but knows she is, can feel it as surely as she feels gravity pulling her to the earth. As intangible and inarguable a thing.

They lie together for a long time, his arms around her as she lays on his chest, breathing, recovering, recalibrating. It is a long time before she speaks. "I am no longer surprised," she says quietly, "that your kind love only once, in all their long lifetimes."

She too strokes and touches, teasing and exploring, drifting her finger over his shaft, his balls and the tender areas behind, back up to the tip. All the while she tries not to move against his fingers, tries to wait for him to delve further. It is difficult. This tryst began slowly, but it becomes less so.

It is fire, and it is light, and it is drowning and flying and Caranthir is no longer alone as they crash back to earth, shivering.

He nuzzles against her sleepily, and the fire of his spirit laps against hers, warm and full of wonder and love.

"Nor I."

"For that insult, you may prepare the food, while I see to the house!" she fires at his retreating back.

It's harder to tease, now, the building urgency between them rising, and Caranthir shudders under her attentions, retaliating by dipping into her, a stroke, a touch.

He laughs as he flees, but heads obligingly to the kitchen to see about cudgelling them something from the masses and masses of food Eomer has left to them.

"I will try to be swift, so as not to tax your patience!" He calls back to her.

She smiles at him warmly. "I know," she says again, softly. "And it means much to me that you do." That he would bring her if he could, would trust her on a battlefield in any capacity, would never leave her behind and dismiss her by saying war is the province only of men.

But she looks down at Elboron, sleeping quietly. "But I must remain, to watch over Ithilien and our son." A duty she now sees the honor of, as she could not before in younger days. But more, it is her wish, little though she likes being separated from her husband. Eowyn has had enough of battlefields.

"See that you are!"

Eowyn looks over the rest of the lodge, and notes with approval that everything is as she might have ordered it herself: towels, blankets, soap...things kept here in storage have been brought out for use, fresh linens brought and aired, and all made ready. It occurs to her that too much has been done for her brother have managed it only today, and he likely foresaw their intention.

Smiling and shaking her head, Eowyn bestows the saddlebags she and Faramir brought with them, unpacking what clothes and necessities they brought and stowing them appropriately. She also takes the time to wash the day's journey a little from her skin, or at least her hands and face, and to change out of her riding clothes.

None of it takes long, and when she returns downstairs she is wearing a long, warm woolen robe in a creamy color a few shades darker than her hair. "Well, my husband?" she asks, leaning in the doorway. "Have you vanquished the pantry?"

She inhales sharply, and now she does move against his fingers, manuvering so he will touch the places that most ache for contact.

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works for me!

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BTW did we want to soul bond them ala LACE XD

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Why not. =) I don't mind. And it will surprise Haleth.

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This okay? Also which of them shall we injure?

lol ok tell me if it doesn't work!

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hmmmmmmmmmmm. Well Eowyn has to start her healer training somewhere XD

True! Her turn for some worry. Ish.

lol

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