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[withoutswords]

She tugs his lower lip between his teeth playfully, then presses his wrists harder into the mattress as she shifts her weight, moving to straddle him properly. He is the stronger of the two of them, but she has more leverage, and would be harder to dislodge from this position. Eowyn has much experience of knowing how to redress an imbalance of physical strength. Though when she was younger and first learning to fight, it didn't occur to her that such instincts would have other practical uses.

Now, however, she raises herself up a little so that she might view her captive husband, her expression decidedly smug--which might be anticipation as much as being satisfied with her tactics. "You yield so easily? Fie, what of the fabled courage of the men of Gondor?"

[withoutswords]

"But he is being as stubborn as a mule in the midden," she finishes for him, still scowling. "You need not break his confidence; I will worm the truth out of him myself. Though I fear it must wait until tomorrow, much as I would like to haul him off now and give him an earful. Two earfuls."

[theywhowait]

Faramir's eyes crinkle in amusement, and some sympathy to Eomer.

"I worry more Lothiriel will try something reckless, if this keeps on!"

[theywhowait]

The position gives her all the leverage, but although he might leverage his strength against her, he only wriggles in a token fashion, rolling his hips under hers.

"Courage must loose to sense, at times, and sense tells me where my superior sits!"

pft probably I'll send pieces sooner and ask what you think

[withoutswords]

"I have never agreed with that saying," she says, leaning on the balustrade next to him and looking out at the stars. "Then or now, though my opinion of it has changed. I no longer think that a death in battle is the highest, most honorable ending, at least for myself. But I still believe there are battles it is better not to walk away from."

She smiles at him. "All the same, I too learned how to value life more highly. Perhaps we were both lucky."

[withoutswords]

That bit of wit makes her laugh outright, considering where she is sitting and the effect that roll of his hips has; she can feel the hard length of him under her, and moves suggestively against it as she leans forward to kiss him again, her hands still pinning his. "So I am free to do as I will with you, my captive?"

[withoutswords]

With that, he regains Eowyn's attention, her fierce expression giving way to something more perplexed as she glances at Lothiriel, then back to Faramir. "I would not have called her reckless. What is it you fear?"

[whattheydefend]

He manages not to wince, though it takes effort. To wake and hear of your father's death is not the same pain as to wake and hear of the death of a son, for at least it comes in the proper order of such things. But the comparison is still too apt for his liking--and he does not like the shadows that cross her face.

He shakes his head, leading them with a little more purpose down a fork in the path, one that leads towards a wall overlooking part of the city. "Enough of such maudlin talk. Such things must be spoken of, lest the pain of them fester, but surely we have had enough for one morning. Come; I will show you the city, such as I can from here, and tell you what I may of it, since you are our guest for a time."

And so he does for the next while, leaning on the wall next to her and pointing out things of interest. He chooses his stories well, picking lighter fare, personal rather than historical, tales that often feature himself or his brother getting into one scrape or another. Such as the time he tried to climb a tree much too large for him at too young an age and got stuck, and was too stubborn and embarassed to call for help and ended up staying in it overnight while search parties wandered below, or the time Boromir attempted to catch fish in the well. Tales to make her laugh, if he can, and if he does not feature brilliantly in them--well, that is a small price to pay in exchange for her smile.

[rednightfall]

Useless to remind her that he intends to win, to live. To return. In her bleak state she does not believe it possible, even if she would give him credit for the intention.

But the sorrowing, wistful words that follow are almost harder to hear, for all their softness. "I, too, wish for that," he says. "As we were before these dark times fell, when you were fierce and laughing, and I could afford to be careless." There is the faintest twitch of a smile at his mouth, an echo. "Though I remember one time when I vexed you so badly that you put slugs in my armor. That experience I would not repeat."

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[returnedgold]

"Death in battle is death all the same." Glorfindel agrees. "It is glorious for those who write tales, maybe. I find it hurts terribly and is oftentimes tiring, messy, and in my case, actually a little embarassing, not that anyone will sing about that bit."

He grins at her.

"I think we are."

[theywhowait]

He shudders a little as she moves, and she can feel that he is hard beneath her, kissing back deeply.

"Most assuredly!"

[theywhowait]

"You didn't grow up with her." Faramir says dryly and shrugs. "In truth, I do not know exactly! But I would not put it past her to decide that she wants to talk to him, and if he won't speak to her in public, to corner him somewhere private where he cannot escape her."

[withoutswords]

"I would not call that reckless so much as sensible," she says dryly. "Though I can see how her kinfolk might think otherwise. But my brother would never dishonour her, nor let her compromise herself in their eyes. So if that is the worst she would do I at least am happy to leave her to it. Or possibly to assist."

She sighs a little and moved closer to him, leaning her head on his chest. "I would like to see my brother happy," she murmurs. "I would like to see him we'd for love, as we shall, and not merely for duty. The cares of the realm weigh heavily on him. Bad enough that I must leave him; worse if he does try to carry all alone in my absence."

[freo]

Èowyn cannot find fault in his line of reasoning, feeling somewhat wearied herself-- and if it is not entirely due to the heaviness of such topics, but also her persisting ailments and injuries, she refuses to acknowledge it. She allows Faramir to lead her over to the bankments without a word of protest, the chosen spot high and lofty with such splendid view of the city below. Though accustomed to dwellings with thatched roofs and wood walls, she has to admit this city of stone has unique beauty and nobility of its own.

She listens to his tales with silent attentiveness, head tipped slightly to the side even as she gazes out over the city at whatever location the points out. Here and there, she asks a short question or otherwise reacts accordingly; indeed, some of his stories pull a soft chuckle or a small smile out of her. His childhood recollections remind Èowyn of the trouble Èomer, Théodred and herself got into once upon a time, and she tells Faramir so-- even if she was usually an unwanted tag-along, those days. No boy on a cusp of leaving childhood behind particularly wanted to have a bothersome little sister trailing in their wake.

"But I was very insistent," she says a little wryly, telling Faramir how she'd given her nanny and sewing lessons the slip to wheedle the boys into teaching her how to shoot a bow instead. She feels a little lighter, an affect of these happier stories and memories, but there's an ache in her body and a heaviness to her limbs that's beginning to weigh on her, much to her chagrin. She determines to hold on for a little while longer, realizing to her surprise that she's loathe to end this moment.

[shieldofrohan]

Her mouth twitches in unconscious reflection of his. Oh, she remembers it well, in the days when such childish pranks were fair currency between them, when she was only a girl. Had the chance to be only a girl, and not Edoras' lady or her uncle's nurse or Dernhelm.

"Then you were as well not to vex me again," she says, and for a moment, recaptures that girlish levity and sharpness - only for an instant, before the pain in her arm draws her back to here and now. It feels like another loss, to have almost touched the past, and lost it again. That hint of a smile falls away.

[whattheydefend]

"I can well imagine, nor do I blame you." He smiles at her, just a hint of mischief in his face. "I too was forever tagging at my brother's heels, demanding to be taught whatever it was he learned--and I had not the excuse of avoiding so tedious a task as embroidery!"

Throughout all this discussion he has not ignored her injuries, nor his own, and he can tell they are both beginning to flag. He glances up at the sky. "I make it about noon, to judge by the sun," he says, shading his eyes. "No doubt Pippin could judge to a nicety with his stomach alone, but I must rely on more conventional means of telling the time. Shall we see if Merry is desirous of company over luncheon?" He offers her his arm again.

[rednightfall]

It is only an instant of herself, but it gives him some hope. Once again he takes her hand--the same hand that dealt the Witch-king his fatal blow, and the full tale of that is one he both wishes and fears to know, and will not yet ask to hear. "We will know such times again," he says firmly, and there is no doubt in his voice. "And if it is not as it was, yet it shall still be good. For all the changes we have both undergone, you remain the sister I love, and I remain your brother--uncouth and hardheaded and no doubt deserving of a bucket of slops over my hair."

[withoutswords]

She makes a small, pleased noise into his mouth as they move against each other, then sits back up. Her shift is rucked up over her knees; she releases his hands long enough to pull it over her head entirely, tossing it aside and leaving her clad in nothing but her own hair, Which, admittedly, covers a good deal.

That accomplished she looks back down at him, smirking a little as she takes in his reaction. "I must take thought, then, on how merciful I should be."

[rohirrims]

It occurs to Éomer that he and his sister often refrain from speaking their hearts to each other, especially concerning what they feel for the other. To hear Faramir say he knows what Éomer means to her must mean she has confided such to him, and that gladdens his heart.

"You flatter me, and yet I know you also speak truth and not honeyed words. I thank you for them. Tomorrow everything will change, but my sorrow in losing my sister will be alleviated knowing all that she will gain."

[theywhowait]

"You would not say that if you had not once caught her climbing out of her third floor tower room."

Faramir says dryly.

"But I trust your brother - tis Lothiriel I worry about."

He wraps an arm around her and leans on her.

"He deserves to be happy." He agrees. "Even though I think he does not believe so yet."

[theywhowait]

He is looking back at her, very clearly enjoying the sight of her, his hands now released tracing circles along her hips.

"I pray my captor to be merciful!"

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[withoutswords]

Eowyn has to laugh, for it does sound like Lothiriel. "Our buildings are built lower to the ground, so that at least you need not fear. I wish I could comfort you further; I take it you can see how she feels about him."

Indeed Lothiriel has hardly been subtle about it, and if Eowyn noticed there is no question that Faramir will have.

She sighs a little again, wrapping an arm around his waist. "It is not that Eomer believes himself unworthy, but that he places the Riddermark's needs above his own. Which is just, but seems unnecessary, for I do not see how they clash in this case. There would be much rejoicing if he were to ally himself with Dol Amroth, all the more if there were true feeling on both sides."

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[theywhowait]

"I think everyone except possibly your brother can tell."

Faramir says dryly.

"Also, don't forget Lothiriel has three older brothers, all of whom dote on her. They are fond of Eomer, but I suspect they will come down on her side, if it come to that. They certainly have all had a hand in her escapades til now, with the possible exception of Elphir, who always tries to be the responsible one."

He's not, but he does try.

Faramir nods. "On my part, I would agree to the match also, for it would make my cousin smile! And of course politically speaking, it is a good match too. But I am only her cousin - so I have little say in that arena."

[withoutswords]

"And for what reason should I show thee clemency?" She slides her hands under his shirt, pushing it and letting her fingers wander over the planes of his chest.

[theywhowait]

He shivers under her hands, and his own hands do not cease their exploration of her sides, long teasing strokes.

"None, but my lady's pleasure."