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Only another battle. She brightens at once at the phrase, some of her usual steel returning. It helps to think of it in such terms, instead of as a strange, unknown process in which she is inexperienced.

"Always you have a gift for knowing what to say." She kisses him sweetly. "If I did not love you so much for it, I think it would be maddening!" She kissed him again. "You will be the best of fathers, that is certain."

"That depends." She needs her head closer still, resting her forehead against his, entirely heedless of the company and merriment around them. They have a small bubble of intimacy amidst the noise. "On if you would be willing to wed your wild shieldmaiden as soon as may be."

They're so close he can feel her breath, and he doesn't even think before he closes the distance and kisses her, her lips warm under his.

"I think." He murmurs as he backs away. "That this poor captain of Gondor would be utterly delighted, if she would have him."

He laughs softly, happy to return her kisses.

"I say only what I see, as you well know! And I will do my level best to live up to your expectations!"

"If?" Her laugh is a quiet but infinitely joyous thing, as is the kiss that follows. It is not unchaste for all its sweetness, though it perhaps goes on longer than it should.

It's broken off abruptly when Éowyn makes a startled squeak of not-quite-pain, as the lady she was speaking to earlier has just rapped her on the head and now eyes Faramir, clearly wondering if she can administer the same to him without causing some sort of diplomatic incident. This, clearly, is Hilde, and obviously she is taking her appointed duty seriously. There is amusement and understanding I'm her measuring gaze, at least, rather than outright reproach.

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"But you see further than most. All know that."

She looks deep into his eyes as she says it, caught as always by the well of emotion and understanding in their depths. Even on the first day they met, his gaze was arresting, piercing through her unrest and grief. "I love your eyes," she murmurs, unaware that the words have been spoken aloud. She spoke truly, before; she deeply hopes any child they have inherits them.

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Faramir makes a startled sound when Eowyn squeaks, and when he sees the lady, long-ingrained manners promptly bring his hands down from where they were around Eowyn's waist.

"Ah... good even, mistress?" He tries.

Eowyn almost rolls her eyes at this interruption, and stands. "I will speak to my brother," she says pointedly, briefly taking and squeezing one of Faramir's hands as she walks by.

Hilde makes a small tut noise at her charge's back, and turns back to Faramir with a raised eyebrow. "My lady has ever fought against her jesses," she says, meeting his eyes squarely. "But I've heard you described as a man of both sense and wisdom, my lord Steward. I hope you are not going to disprove your reputation."

"I will see you soon then." He smiles at her and squeezes back, before turning his attention to Hilde.

Faramir flushes a little, the scolding tone reminding him of his own nurses from his youth. But he stands straight and politely nods.

"Yes mistress. I apologise for my, er, forwardness. I love your lady very much, and will do my best to not disgrace either her, nor myself."

"Do I?" He reaches up to brush against her cheek fondly.

"I don't always think so, myself. I do like to think I try." He tips his head to kiss her softly.

"And I like yours!"

"The way you feel about her is moderately obvious," the lady says dryly, taking a seat and gesturing for him to do the same. "Don't mistake my meaning. It's a pleasure and a relief to see her so happy. She hasn't looked so since...oh, years, long before even the Worm's coming. And those years were dark indeed." She shakes her head. "He was too well named, that one, and good riddance to him."

"You know full well you do, my love," she chides lightly. "You saw through me clearly even from the first moment we met, and I am daily grateful for it." Her arm wraps around his waist, pulling him closer.

Faramir sits obediently, but his eyes darken when she mentions the Worm.

"She speaks little of those days." he says grimly. "But the little I can glean is none too pleasing. I am sorry for your king! A poor counselor is unfortunately not always escapable, but one who speaks words of poison to king and people alike is a terrible burden."

He pauses, hesitantly. "He did not... hurt her?"

He nuzzles against her.

"My dear Eowyn, some would argue you are terribly biased! But I am very pleased you think so, all the same."

He pulls her just as close himself.

Hilde looks a little grim, remembering. "I doubt in the way you mean; he was not a man to take direct action when he could have others do it for him. But there are ways and ways of hurting." She waves a hand. "You would do better to ask her yourself. If she has not spoken of it, all the more reason she should."

She nuzzles right back. "And some would argue that you are too modest."

It is an old, fond argument between them now, and between that and affection they are kept more than busy until the sun is fully set and it is time to join the rest of the household for the evening meal. Both Eowyn and Faramir eschew greater formality unless called for, and all the house eats together in the large room set aside for the task. On some nights the two of them keep to themselves for a more private meal, but tonight Eowyn finds herself glad of the distraction of greater company. Her thoughts are still whirling.

They make no announcements; she has no doubt the news will spread quickly enough regardless, but wishes more time to get used to the idea. And more time for the babe to grow, for miscarriages are not uncommon, and she is new to this.

Usually their evenings after dinner are free, unless work intrudes or they have guests. But neither is the case at the moment, and without needing to consult they find their way to the library, a favorite place for spending the evening in talking or reading or playing chess. Eowyn sits on the couch, holding a book of Hobbit poetry (a gift from Merry, recently arrived), but not really seeing it, obviously still distracted.

Faramir's face darkens.

"Wretch." He says softly. "I am glad he is dead. I will, if you think it would help her."

He laughs fondly and lets the argument lie, content with things as they stand. He says nothing, makes no annoucement, but if he is rather pleased with himself at the moment, who can blame him. Still, in the evening he comes to sit beside her, rather than opposite, as they sometimes do when they wish to read to each other.

"Will you tell me what is on your mind?" He rescues the book and draws her into his arms.

She smiles briefly and lets herself be thus drawn, leaning against him comfortably. "All the things we cannot yet have answers to," she admits. "As if by wondering I might divine them somehow. Whether it will be a boy or a girl, what it will look like, whether it will have your temper or mine--"

She turns to flash a quick grin at him, for her temper is still more quick to flare than his. But her face settles into a more serious expression. "What sort of mother I will be. I do not have many clear memories of my own mother to use as an example, and some of those I have, I would not follow."

Hilde raises an eyebrow. "You would know better than I if she is at all troubled by such memories," she says bluntly. "Or her brother the king, perhaps. Guilt over that time weighs heavily on his conscience still."

She glances towards the front of the hall. where Eowyn and Eomer are standing a little apart, engrossed in conversation. Eomer looks serious at first, then says something that makes Eowyn push him on the chest--not lightly, from the looks of it, though he doesn't budge--and both laugh. Hilde chuckles. "But here, let us have peace between us. I'll make amends for taking you to task for your forwardness--" There's a slight dig in the way she emphasizes the word he used earlier, though no unkindness in her gaze, "--by telling you a few stories of the lady's youth, if you'd like to hear them. And you can even the trade by telling me about the land you're taking her to. Is it a fair offer?"

He echoes the smile, for he has begun to daydream of the same, but as she sobers, so also does he.

"I think you will do well." He says slowly. "And what you do not know, we will learn together. I have no memories of my mother either, as you know, and I do not wish to be a father as my father became. We will both be fumbling in the dark, I think!"

Faramir nods, understanding, his eyes gentling with fondness as they find her and Eomer talking.

"I would with good will, my lady, for I love Gondor right well, and I wish her who holds my heart to love my land too."

He has no time that evening - but the next day they have their lunch together, and in the semi privacy of a ride he wonders if he should broach the subject.

"Eowyn?"

The thought has impact, it seems; she had not yet remembered that he too had a parent he would not wish to emulate. "Husbands and wives have managed it since time began." She reaches up to stroke his hair. "We will manage, no doubt. But it is strange not to know how to begin."

Éowyn had returned to find her betrothed chuckling as Hilde told a tale of the first time she'd disarmed an opponent, and been so overexcited and determined to follow through that she'd tripped and fallen into a nearby haystack. She'd ended the conversation as quickly as possible before more embarrassing tales could be told, and the rest of the evening had passed happily enough.

The next morn saw more work for them both, but then a private lunch, where she revealed that Éomer had promised to think on her idea and discuss it with Aragorn, but no further.

A ride was a welcome diversion into fresh air for them both, not least as the weather had gentled. "Hmm?" she said, looking across the plains and only half-attending.

He watches her, for a moment distracted by her very clear joy at riding.

"The Lady Hilde ... loves you very much. She expressed... her concern for... a darker time in your life. If... I don't wish to push, but Eowyn, you know you can talk to me about anything, yes?"

Idiot he berates himself.

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Ohhhh I like that. Must not steal for a plurk name...

LOL go ahead if you want

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Should we do this thing?

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Yesssssssss

pardon me while I BS

I won't tell =p

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AN OPENING!

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XD

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small timeskip seemed good, pardon while I BS, yadda yadda

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give me all your BS /chinhands

All of it? That's a lot of BS

I leave it to you to decide if he'd want to broach the subject now or later. Happy to timeskip. ;)

that's ok, we have time XD

o7 eh, he'll do it in a little while, probably XD he won't want to

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