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"Well, a bit! But it is mostly you doing the hard work!"

His eyes are bright with love.

"A bit? I remember there was more to it than that." She kisses him again when he puts her back on her feet. "Though I do not relish the idea of more weeks like the last, at least I now know there will be an outcome worth the effort."

"He might. He can be...over protective." She looks downright mulish for a moment, then sighs and shakes her head, the anger fading. "But I run ahead of myself. Hopefully he will have more sense. Though if he ever does threaten you thus, I pray you will not answer him, but instead redirect him to me that I may deal with the matter." Her smile is dangerous, and if such an event were to occur it is clear the King of Rohan would not be the better for the battle.

"I am glad my efforts were appreciated!" He grins. "Even if this was not the consciously planned outcome!"

He cradles her close. "Will the sickness persist long?"

Faramir eyes her smile and laughs softly.

"I feel I should be protecting your brother, almost! I'm sure it won't come to that."

Her eyes gleam, and she grins at him. "Come not between a shieldmaiden and her foes, man of Gondor," she says, and now her tone is merry rather than dangerous. "Lest you become numbered amongst them! Though I, too, believe it will not come to that, if only because my brother knows better."

"Your efforts were certainly appreciated, as they always are." Her voice is lower for that, and she kisses him soundly, a reminder of the activities that ultimately caused this joyous situation.

She stands content in his arms, his cloak wrapped half around her. "Some weeks or months, unfortunately. Or perhaps longer, it varies. But at least now that we know the cause there are some steps I may take to ease things a little. Though there will be more to come." She sighs, leaning her head against his chest. "I hope Windfola will be willing to tolerate the extra weight."

"Far be it from me to deny you your rightful prey!"

He laughs softly back at her.

"And I'm sure he does, growing up with you and loving you right well."

"I certainly hope so."

He manages as they break apart, slightly breathless as always.

"That is a pity - do let me know if there is anything I can do to help? But Windfola, I think, will likely be delighted to know he carries his lady's babe!"

She raises an eloquent eyebrow. "You can help by promising to cease this hovering anxiety, for if I must put up with it for seven months I fear I may slay you myself and leave our babe fatherless."

No, of course she would not. But it is vexing to be so closely and constantly watched, even by her beloved lord.

She kisses him lightly at that, glad of his instant acceptance of her nature as a warrior, for all that she can no longer use a sword. Such acceptance is too often hard-won, in her experience, and the way he has never questioned it is part of why she cares for him so deeply.

But a brief, almost chaste kiss is all that can be managed, for they are nearly at the doors of the Meduseld. Reluctantly, she squeezes his arm and then releases it, squaring her shoulders to face whatever is to come. "Let us hope you are right then, my love, and we are not to be too grately chided for behavior neither of us regrets."

They are almost immediately separated by respective errand-runners come to lead them to their various interviews, and there is no chance for further leave-taking. And then it is time to bathe and dress for the evening's feast, and they are not seated near enough each other for easy conversation, so it is many hours until they speak again, not until the feast tables are moved aside to make space for the dancing adn drinking and music that the Rohirrim love so well.

Faramir finds Eowyn leaning against one of the pillars afterwards, speaking to an elder lady who excuses herself (with a meaningful look and a hint of a smirk for Faramir) as he approaches. Eowyn herself has looked somewhere between annoyed and chastened all evening, the latter unusual for her, though she brightens a little to see Faramir. "My brother is a better strategist than I credited," she says, as though no time at all has passed since they last spoke.

He flushes, embarrassed.

"Ah. You've caught me out! Forgive men my love. I will try not to fuss!"

"Let us hope so!" He agrees, and resigns himself to a long day parted from her. Still, the busy nature of the day is enough to ensure he has no time to dwell on missing her.

He smiles to see her, hurrying over and blinks curiously.

"How so?"

Her face clears, and she smiles broadly before kissing him once more, leaning against him. Truthfully she does not believe he will succeeding in keeping this promise so well as she would like or as he intends, particularly not as her time draws near, but the effort will be appreciated all the same.

After some time she draws apart a little, resting her head on his shoulder and looking out at the sunset. "It hardly seems real to me, in truth. I cannot fully encompass the idea."

Eowyn blushes a little and makes a face. "It was not he who waited to speak with me, but Hilde, the wife of Elfhelm." She knows Faramir will have met the man who is now Marshal of the East-Mark, one of her brother's most trusted advisors and commanders, as well as something of an unofficial uncle to her. "She dressed me down most thoroughly, and spoke in no uncertain terms of where our behavior would lead--and why we had better make certain it does not."

And indeed the color is high in her cheeks, though she still looks more defiant than repentant. Hilde, herself a mother several times over, was clearly more blunt and less embarassed than Eowyn's brother could have managed.

He circles her waist, marveling that he still cannot feel anything.

"You have only just found out." He points out. "Tis not surprising that it has yet to sink in!"

He muffles a laugh behind his hand.

"O wise move! I had Aragorn, although twas less a scolding and more a gentle reminder that we are watched by many eyes and twould pay to be circumspect!"

He reaches over to take her hand.

"Still, I think we have done admirably well, considering!"

She has not noticed any changes yet in her form, though she has barely had a chance to check. The helpful (and much too amused healer) gave her more details of what to expect, and when. Eowyn has a strongly practical mind but so far the practical details of this endeavor are escaping her, lost in the general sense of astonishment.

The circle of Faramir's arm is more comforting than his words, for all that she recognizes their truth. She merely dislikes feeling so dazed. "Ask me tomorrow and I think I will be just as amazed," she admits. "I hardly know what to think, or how I feel. Though I am glad you are joyous."

To her credit, Eowyn at least seems to hold no resentment towards the lady for her admonishments, even if it is less clear whether or not she intends to adhere to them. She takes Faramir's hand with no hesitation, smiling at him warmly. "As do I. We were separated for many months, after all! And this visit will be all too brief, and then will follow more months of waiting."

She sighs and leans closer, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. "It is perhaps the first time I have wished to be a commoner. If I were, we could plight our troth here and now, and be done with it. Our wedding ceremonies are less complicated than yours in Gondor, from what I am given to understand. Though rather more...exuberant."

"I have long enjoyed the thought of us with little ones, as you know." He smiles and kisses the crown of her head.

"I would not rush you, but I cannot deny that this news is something greatly anticipated! But you've been so busy, I am sure you had not even begun to consider it yet!"

He smiles, leaning against her in return.

"Ah, the hard life of a noble! But I suppose at least we will have many long days to look forwards to, in the future. I hope to upturn at least one tradition, and have a very simple ceremony - or at least, as simple as I can get away with. Especially considering we will have to have two."

"I would prefer a simple ceremony," Eowyn agrees. "And it should not be hard, for all our countries' desire for celebration. Gondor had as grand a wedding as could be wished for its king and queen, and I have no desire to try and match it. And even less desire for it to be turned into an ocassion for political machination, used to cause tension between you and our liege-lord."

There are still those in Gondor not entirely happy with their new king, come from the north out of legend and mystery, and his Elven bride; they would prefer to continue with the line of Stewards as they are used to. Eowyn knows Faramir's loyalty to Aragorn is unshakeable, but others still seek to use him all the same. She is too shrewd not to expect it, well used to court politics herself.

A sudden gleam lights her eyes. "I wonder, could we convince them all to move the Rohirric wedding forward, to now? It would not count to Gondorian minds, but we would be wed by the standards of Rohan, for the remainder of this trip." Her grin is wicked. "And then we might share a bedchamber, and thus end all concern about our improper behavior."

"We neither of us can rush anything, for the babe will come in its own time, whatever we wish." She sounds a little rueful, forseeing a long seven months of having her own wishes overturned by her body's limitations. "I hope I will have the patience for it, and that you will have patience with me in the meantime."

She touches his face. "But your delight brings me delight. And I cannot deny that I too have sometimes longed for such a child, even if I am caught by surprise now." She smiles. "I hope it will have your eyes, clear and far-seeing."

Faramir raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"My lady is wise and canny indeed! We could always try." There is only so much he can do in Gondor to minimise things - indeed, he's already started organising what may be organised without her - but some things are political, and he cannot be either too simple, nor too grand. But here, in Rohan, in her home ground...

"Should we ask?"

"True enough." He holds her close.

"I am sure you will - as equally sure as that the process will test your patience - and mine! - at times. But this is only another time of battle, eh? And I have never known you not to do well at everything you have put your mind to."

He laughs. "And I hope it has yours, bright and full of life!"

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That's fine, he'll do the excitement for both of them

She'll get there, she just needs to get used to the idea.

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He's sure she'll be a wonderful mama

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She has doubts, but we'll get to those. ;)

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Faramir will do his best to reassure her!

He always does!

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/blush =D

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Is that him or you blushing?

ow ow ow I misspelled greatly and now it hurts my eyes ow ow ow

Him XD

Lol

Silly Faramir. Your wife adores you, get used to it.

Sob I wish we could edit comments that have been replied to.

dawww

/gently pets

Hi I've been reading too much Annafan on A03.

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lol nothing wrong with that. Also I saw a player on LOTRO the other day "Farawyn" XD

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