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He should be so lucky.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn's breath catches as he kisses her repeatedly, mouth and forehead and eyelids and back to her mouth, until she is dizzy from it. "I see what you mean," she murmurs, not holding him so much as clutching at his tunic to keep herself upright. "And I am reconsidering certain ideas involving midnight rides and piles of blankets."

The innuendo in what she's said only occurs to her after she's said is, and her skin flares pink even as she smirks at the idea. Reckless, indeed.

[withoutswords]

"I am tired," she admits ruefully, "and will find it little hardship to take an early night for once. But if you are yet awake you need not join me yet, if you do not wish it. I know how tedious it is to lie in a bed and yet be unable to sleep!"

[theywhowait]

He kisses her gently.

"Then go to bed, my love, and I will finish off the paperwork before I come to bed. I will not be long!"

let him live in hope!

[theywhowait]

He laughs, breathless himself

"Now who is being reckless?"

They probably won't go too far. Not by Rohan standards, anyway!

[withoutswords]

"That is not reckless," Eowyn corrects him. She winds her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes a little, for he is tall. "This is reckless."

Heedless of any who might be watching she grips his hair in her fingers, pulling his mouth to hers and plunging her tongue in to battle with his. It is the sort of scorching, hungry kiss best done in private, and between those who are already man and wife, and she does not care.

that is only very slightly reassuring XD

[theywhowait]

Faramir squawks a little in surprise, and then his eyes slide shut and his hands wind about her waist, and he kisses her back as thoroughly as he can.

They might go on in this manner if not for the loud cheers, which recall Faramir and cause him to pull away slightly.

"I think we should take this away from prying eyes." He says wryly

Count your blessings, Faramir. Should they have two weddings, one in each country?

[withoutswords]

Eowyn is flushed, but looks more proud of herself than embarrassed, judging by her smile. "We should," she agrees, unwinding herself from the embrace and taking his arm once more. "Though I am not sure where we should take it to. Prying eyes are in very great supply."

And she is supposed to meet with her brother before the evening meal, and no doubt Faramir has obligations of his own...but perhaps they can ignore those a little longer.

[withoutswords]

She accepts both kiss and promise gladly. Many noble couples keep their own chambers, but they have never yet done so, and she has no wish for it. Even if it means he will wake her when he joins her later on, it is worth it.

As it turns out she is already sleeping lightly when he does eventually arrive, and does little more than sigh peacefully as he slips into the bed and kisses her hair before fitting himself alongside her.

Her sleep is dreamless, but the next morning she wakes early again (though not so violently as the previous morn), still unsettled. Again she shrugs it off, eats lightly, goes about her work despite it. The feeling comes and goes but does not pass.

Things continue in this manner for several days, and Eowyn grows more and more irritated by it. She is not so fond of mint tea as to enjoy drinking it by the bucket, as she now seems required to do! She complains as much to one of the other healers in the Hall, who gives her a shrewd look and asks a few pointed questions that leave Eowyn openmouthed for a moment, gaping with astonishment and realization.

She saddles Windfola and takes him for a short ride on the plain outside Emyn Arnen, taking no one with her (except for the guard, who of course follow at a discreet distance). She always does her best thinking when on horseback, but she cannot pull her scattered thoughts together even with Windfola's help.

Finally, near sunset, she goes in search of Faramir. They often meet to watch the sun set together in private before joining the rest of the household for the evening meal. He finds her pacing and restless, as she always is when something is weighing on her mind.

I think they will have to, they're too noble to not XD

[theywhowait]

"Sadly true." He draws her far closer to his side than is technically proper, but considering the heat of the recent kiss between them, this seems very tame.

"As are our duties." He adds with a grimace, spotting a herald hurrying towards them. "I wonder which of us he is coming to summons - or both of us!"

[theywhowait]

Farammir has been hovering, although he tries not to. She is clearly not doing well, but he trusts that she knows the best way to manage. It just... makes him twitch.

Seeing her pace makes him just as jittery, and he comes hurrying over, to catch her hands in his.

"Eowyn? Beloved, what is wrong?"

[withoutswords]

Things have been a little more strained than usual between them for the past day or so, for Éowyn is quickly annoyed when she is being hovered over, even though she knows his worry is but a reflection of Faramir's deep love for her. She has attempted to be patient with it but that patience has been much tested.

Despite this when he appears and catches her hands, she is quick to embrace him, leaning her head on his chest and closing her eyes. His heartbeat is quick and strong against her ear.

It takes a few moments for her to find any words, and her mouth is dry. She swallows a few times, then pulls a little away, looking up at him. "My lord, there is some work that needs to be done on the house." Another swallow, another deep breath. Her hands hold hard on to his. "For we will have need of a nursery."

Oh Noes (bwhahaha more things to write!)

[withoutswords]

Eowyn sighs, reluctantly separating from him a little further, so as not to embarass the poor messenger, who bows when he reaches them before stammering that indeed both of them are summoned: Eowyn by her brother, and Faramir by the king. They thank him graciously and promise to follow in his wake as quickly as they may, and once he is further out of earshot Eowyn chuckles.

"I would bet good coin," she says, as they begin walking together (arm in arm, but decorously so) back towards the Golden Hall, "that my brother intends to berate me for not being more restrained, and that he is not relishing the necessity. The more so since he knows full well how little use such a conversation will be."

(all the torture!)

[theywhowait]

"Ah, and so you will smile and nod and murmur pleasant nothings, making him eye you suspiciously?" Faramir laughs softly.

"Or will you argue back at him? I suspect I will receive a mild scolding too, although I doubt Aragorn's heart will be in it either."

I think you broke him XD

[theywhowait]

He pulls her into his arms and buries his face in her hair, as always marveling at how easily they fit together.

He blinks at her. "Another project? Well with most of the fields and orchards now tended to, I don't see that it will be a ... wait. Did you say... nursery?"

His mouth opens in a "O" of surprise, "A nursery, that is, for a baby...? Are you...? Is that....?"

That was also the goal. ;)

[withoutswords]

She has never before seen him stutter, or be lost for words. Not even when he was courting her. Later, when she remembers this moment, it will be a source of great amusement to her. Right now she is still too dazed by the enormity of the event to comprehend it, and well understands his reaction. "In seven months or so, as best I can estimate." She lets out a small breath that could almost be a laugh. "We have been so busy, I had not noticed--and then I did not think--"

The sentences trail off into nothing. Her hands still hold his tight, and they tremble a little.

(however will we cope? I can't imagine)

[withoutswords]

She tosses her head, and her long, unbound hair billows in the breeze. "I shall listen and smile and then do as I wish, as he knows full well. He knows I would not disgrace my position or our name, which is why I have usually been given my head and allowed to run unbridled." Her smile turns into a smirk, for a moment. "Also I know too much that I could chide him with in return, for him to tax me unduly. Poor Eomer! Our uncle could probably have swayed me more, and he knows it."

LOL

[theywhowait]

"Seven..." He mumbles, dazed. "But... we need to design the room... and... a cot... baby clothes! We'll need baby clothes...."

His hands are also shaky but he laughs, sudden and bright, and kisses her.

"Eowyn, we're going to be parents!"

snortgiggle

[theywhowait]

"Your uncle was your guardian, as well as your king." Faramir reaches to tuck her hair back behind her ear and agrees with a laugh.

"Poor Eomer may be king, but he is but your brother, and I too, know what it is to ignore an older brother's scolding! Especially one half-hearted."

[withoutswords]

"He was." Sorrow tints her face for a moment, for grief for her uncle and foster-father is still very near.

But the day is beautiful and Faramir by her side, and she cannot be too overcome by loss in such circumstances. It is not difficult to take a breath and marshal another smile. "I am almost curious to see if it will be a half-hearted scold or merely embarrassed. Though for his sake I hope there has not been some complaint."

Hey, it's never happened before. Something had to manage it.

[withoutswords]

A look of incredulity crosses her face as he babbles about baby clothes, and then she cannot hold back her laughter. Mirth bubbles into their kiss, and after it, and her face is radiant as she watches joy bloom in his eyes. Her heart is too full for more speech, so she kisses him again instead.

*babies* Eowyn. *babies*

[theywhowait]

He lifts her up and spins in a joyful, breathless circle.

"Parents! Oh Eowyn, thank you!"

[theywhowait]

He squeezes her hand in understanding, and smiles as she does.

"I do not think we have been so forward as to be complained about! I suspect more embarrassment than anything - you are, of course, his beloved sister! I am surprised he has not asked to see me to threaten me!"

[withoutswords]

Her eyes flash with sudden anger. "If he dares, I will have his hide to use as a saddle cloth."

I don't think she yet really understands the appeal of babies!

[withoutswords]

She laughs, her arms around his neck, dizzy from joy and spinning. "You are as responsible as I! I could hardly have done it alone!"

[theywhowait]

Faramir blinks and laughs.

"Eowyn! I'm sure he wouldn't mean it!"