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She turns her head to kiss him, languid and thorough, then sighs and shifts, moving instead to lie at his side, pulling a blanket to cover them both.

It is only then, when they are warmed and no longer trembling in the aftermath, her hand spread over his heart, that she asks questions. That was inevitable; Haleth always has questions. "Will this--this awareness of you--" She can feel him with her, inside as well as out, passionate and intense, a bonfire on a starry night. "Will it remain with me, even when we are separate? What is this that has happened?"

"Yes." He murmurs, running a gentle finger over Elboron's cheek, careful not to wake him.

"Ah my son! I will miss you both, these next few weeks. I hope he does not forget me."

Faramir is not great cook, but a ranger must be able to at least make do in the wilds, and Eomer has not exactly been skimping on his provisions!

He looks around and settles on a basic stew, something that he can put together swiftly but that should be nutritious and tasty. His eyes are a little red as they light approvingly on her, for he had been chopping onions.

"I think I might have done!"

"I think so." He murmurs, his soul still happily purring around hers.

"Mother and Father could speak to each other over distances, although I don't know how far that the bond stretches. As to what the bond is... it is us. A part of me is yours, and a part of you is mine. It is everything that we have promised to each other."

He would laugh, but her own hands are on him, and he can only groan, obediently stroking, dipping into her and curling the finger, seeking the places that make her cry out.

"I would like that," Haleth muses. "To speak to you even when you were not before me, and to feel you even when you are not near. Will it last also beyond our lifetimes, does anyone know?" She leans up on one arm, looking down on him, her hand still resting on his chest. "Are there other pairings such as ours, of Eldar and Edain? I have heard stories of such but know nothing as to their truth."

Yes, she should be lying still and enjoying the moment. But, Haleth.

She gasps, murmurs his name, seizes his mouth in a fierce kiss. By now she is stroking him in earnest, moving against his fingers with growing need.

"He will not, for I will tell him of you every night before he sleeps. But speaking of sleep, make your farewell for now."

Carefully, so carefully, so as not to wake Elboron, she lifts him from her shoulder and hands him to his father. They will see him off properly when he and his company ride away, but that will be very different from this quieter moment.

Eowyn smiles warmly, walking to join him. "I am glad to have a husband who does not think it beneath him to manage a meal," she says approvingly. She already knew this about him, but it is worth mentioning anew.

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "Go tend yourself for a time, if you wish, while I keep an eye on this." Though there is not so much to do, aside from stir it now and then and be sure it does not burn on the borrom.

"I don't know. I don't think this has ever been done before." He reaches up to tangle a hand in her hair.

"Well, Finrod's brother has his Andreth, but by all accounts he is one to pine and not to wed."

He groans, doubling his own efforts.

"Haleth, Haleth, if you keep this up, I will spend before I can please you." He murmurs breathlessly against her lips.

"Goodbye, my son." Faramir accepts him carefully, rocking him and memorising the smell and weight of him.

"I go to fight for your future, as your mother remains to safeguard your present. Do not be too quick to grow, for I will be home soon!"

"No fine dining, I fear!" He smiles back at her and eyes the pot.

"But at the least I can manage this much." He hands her the spoon. "It should need no more than watching to make sure it does not burn. I will be back shortly!"

A quick scrub to wash the travelling dust off, and he reappears. "Your brother is very generous! I found me a robe for myself, also!"

"That is well, since we had agreed on something more quick!"

It is no trouble to tend the stew and cut bread for them both, and she smiles approvingly when he reappears looking more comfortable, in a similar robe. "I think the credit for those will more likely go to Hilde, rather than my brother. She is a great believer in keeping warm."

Elboron does not stir, wrapped in dreams as he is. But Éowyn memorized the sight, to keep with her: the small, still bald head, the large hand gently cradling it. Strength and fragility, side by side. "See that you are," she answers, for herself and Elboron both. "Soon, and unharmed, for we have great need of thee."

He leans over their son to kiss her softly.

"I will do my best! For all our sakes."

The next morning the Rangers of Ithilien ride out in solemn company. No bright banners or bright armor, but the dark colors of the woods to better blend in. But their faces are set and calm, looking forwards resolutely. Faramir is not the only one thinking of those who will wait to see them return, but they all have their duties to perform.

He comes over to wrap his arms around her and kiss her.

"Then I will have to say thank you to Hilde! They are certainly very nice and warm, although I am sure we will be even warmer, later."

"Ah. So the stories are only that." It neither a comfortable nor uncomfortable realization; it merely is. And regardless, she has chosen her course. Even if they were not now thus bound as they are, soul to soul, her choice would be irrevocable.

Haleth smiles at him, leaning in to the touch on her head. "I am glad you are more active than Finrod's brother, and not content with an eternity of being wistful."

"We have all night," she whispers into their kiss. "We have every night, forever."

And every day, every moment they wish...just now Haleth wants them all, all of them, with a greed and zeal she was never before free to have. She releases him and rolls them over so he is atop her, kissing him, then pushing down on his shoulders so he may attend to other parts of her.

Eowyn watches them ride out, and her heart tugs at her, and briefly she wishes she were accompanying them. But their son lies sleeping in a room behind her, and that pull is stronger yet, binding her here.

She does not resent the binding as she once would have. There is work to do, and she does it, speaking with the captains Faramir has left to tend Ithilien's defences in his absence, ordering the house, assisting the healers when she may. They know that however the battle goes, there will be much need of...many things.

Eowyn is no stranger to organization, nor to being prepared. Nor to defence.

Nor to waiting.

It is three weeks before the battle is wholly ended, and a rider comes ahead to tell Ithilien's lady that among those worst wounded is her own lord, and to beg for healers to be sent at once.

Eowyn rides with them, her face so fierce with determination that none dare gainsay her.

"For now." He smiles wryly at her.

"I suppose we might set a precedent."

That gains a snort. "The Arafinweans may like to debate philosophy rather than act, but I am more practical."

There is a low suggestive tone in his words, and she laughs again, kissing his cheek. She cannot turn to wrap her arms around him for she holds a knife in one hand and a loaf of bread in the other. "Later," she says, with a little more emphasis than he used on the word.

He chuckles against her lips.

"We do, but I want us to be together tonight." He growls and goes when she pushes, kissing and nipping his way down, across her breasts and skimming over her stomach, pressing kisses up the inside of her thigh.

The healers are met by the outriders, the wagons pulling those unable to ride or walk, and amongst them, Faramir lies, breathing shakily around what looks to be nasty bruises on his chest, and bandages on his arms.

He opens his eyes when Eowyn approaches and smiles up at her faintly, eyes dark with pain.

"I am home, my love. In a rather bruised package, I fear."

They eat and tease each other over the meal fondly, leaning against each other, bumping feet together like young lovers, and when the meal is over and the dishes washed, Faramir kisses his wife in the doorway of their bedroom.

"I do believe we are at 'later'," He murmurs

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such a cat

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(there's a matching robe for him if he wants one. Wedding gift)

NO!!! (*yes)

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dawwwwwwwww

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sliding just a liiiiiiiitle bit ahead

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It's okay, she'll pet him forever.

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diiiiiiitto

..........he is not sure if want but ok /purrrrrrrrrr

okay, let's skip to post-meal though. Unless there's anythign he wants to talk about.

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not really XD