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[shieldofrohan]

Her hand tightens on his, and she brings it to her lips, kisses it and then rests her forehead against his knuckles. "If we know such times again," she says at last, shaking her head a little, "if there is yet hope, then let me remember that. For I feel less myself than ever I have, and I fear I know not who Éowyn may be, now."

I love teal deers, bring 'em on. =)

[whattheydefend]

When Faramir does not see Èowyn on that second morning, he makes an effort not to be downhearted. That the lady enjoyed his company--their company, he sternly reminds himself, for surely much of the credit goes to Merry--was clear, and should content him.

When he discovers that she is absent because she is aiding the healers in their work, he sees at once that it is a better use of her time, not merely in practical value but in that anything which distracts her from her own troubles and sorrows, anything that eases her thwarted dark longing to take part in the battle to come, can only be for the good.

He misses her all the same, with a strength that surprises and even unnerves him.

But the new Steward of Gondor has work of his own to attend to, for all that he has not yet officially taken up his duties or his new title, and he is more than able to fill the time, even if not as he might wish. Even so it is both a relief and a pleasure when Èowyn later joins him and Merry for another meal and more conversation, and if most of that conversation is between himself and the hobbit, still she is there, and he is never not aware of her.

That night his thoughts are more troubled.

But the morning air is sweet and fresh, and he leans against a tree in the garden with his eyes closed as he breathes it in. He smiles when he hears her voice say his name, and smiles more when he sees her. "Èowyn," he greets her in return, her name feeling more intimate without the my lady in front of it. "You are looking well." It is an understatement, for in fact she is breathtaking, not least because of the smile she wears. "And I see you no longer have need of your sling! Congratulations."

[freo]

Èowyn lowers her chin to escape that wondrous expression upon his face when he looks at her and smiles a little deeper-- she can't help it. There's something in his eyes and the way he speaks her name that sinks under her skin, sticking like a burr.

"Ah, yes," she agrees on a slight, vaguely embarrassed chuckle, latching gratefully to the change of topic and touching her good hand lightly to the bandages largely hidden by the sleeve of her gown. "The healers deemed at last that I may try to go without, provided I am cautious."

And she intended to be, for that sling was a cumbersome thing she did not want to wear for much longer were it not absolutely necessary. "And how fare you this morning?" she asks gently, for to her eyes Faramir also seems less encumbered by his own ails and injuries.

[theywhowait]

"I do like challenges." He agrees rather breathlessly, arching against her hands.

"Are there terms?"

Stable might work, yeah. I've put a tag up for breaking into his room =p

[theywhowait]

"You say that, but I am sure you are just as aware how much they cost." He points out, amused, and looks over them interestedly.

"Ah, for Lothiriel? Aye, she will enjoy these, and as you say, e'en if they were meant to be used in one way, they will help going the other."

[whattheydefend]

By all the Valar, she is beautiful when she smiles. He was moved by her loveliness and sorrow on that first day, but when she smiles...there is no comparison.

"Also better," he answers, with an ease that belies his innermost thoughts. He stops leaning against the tree, rolling his injured shoulder a little--a gesture that's become habitual in the past few days, and one which he really ought to stop, lest he slow its healing. His shirt is still open at the collar, and the bandages can be seen, clean and new-laid. "Though I too am under orders to be cautious, for it was deemed I overworked myself yesterday." He looks somewhat rueful.

I saw, trying to get Eomer brain back in gear. =) His room is better!

[withoutswords]

"And you think I should therefore judge their worth above my own safety? I think not." She teases, takes the books back and lays them flat on a shelf, where she may retrieve them again later. She gives him a sideways grin. "It occurs to me that you have your wish of several days ago. We are quite alone in here, at least for the moment. And while I had previously thought that it would not be private enough, I now think I was mistaken."

Clearly it is private enough for some things, as evidenced by how she winds her arms around his neck and kisses him. It is the first time in several days she has been able to do so unobserved, and she is most enthusiastic, lectures from Elfhelm's wife notwithstanding.

[withoutswords]

"Is not all fair in love and war?" She smirks against his mouth, kissing him long and slow as one of her hands slides around to the front and drifts lower, brushing deliberately along the hard length of him.

\o/

[theywhowait]

"And in this way we demonstrate why you are not the librarian." He agrees with a laugh, and wraps his arms around her waist when she comes to hold him.

"Ah, so we are..." He muses with a twinkle in his eyes, and is very happy to kiss her back, just as thoroughly.

"Are you sure no one will come in?" He does remember to ask.

[theywhowait]

He gasps when she does, train of thought scattered as his hips instinctively jerk up.

"That... was very definitely in the realms of unfair." He manages breathlessly, and pulls her down to kiss her thoroughly.

for zarahjoyce

[withoutswords]

lob things at me

[withoutswords]

"You said you enjoyed a challenge," she murmurs somewhere between heated kisses. Her hand is still trapped between them, stroking him firmly but with a slowness she knows he will find more maddening than satisfying. They have danced this dance many times, and never tire of the steps.

[withoutswords]

"No," she admits. It is unlikely any will come to this room of their own accord, for it does not see much use, but there were a few who knew it was her destination for the next while. And at least one who knows Faramir sought her here, given that he knew where to find her.

She leans up and tangles her hands in his hair. "But we are out of sight, just here, and would have a moment or two if it were needed. Or if we were quiet anyone who entered might think the room empty..."

She kisses him again, nipping teasingly at his mouth, the long line of her body pressed against his with complete trust and ease.

[rednightfall]

"You are Éowyn of Rohan." With his free hand he brushes a stray hair from her face. "Proud daughter of the house of Eorl, of Éomund and Théodwyn, beloved sister-daughter of Théoden King, who even in his last moments thought of you. You are the slayer of the Witch-king of Angmar, and will likely be remembered as such in song and story long after my reign as king is forgotten." His smile is a little rueful, but not without pride in her accomplishment, despite what it has cost her. Despite not being certain how much it has cost her.

"But in addition to all those things you are also Éowyn, proud and stubborn and quick-tempered, practical and efficient and fearless. Who learned swordwork with the determination of the bravest Riders, and who would sooner ride the entire length of the Eastfold than thread a needle." Another smile, another lock of hair brushed back. "Who I will be much dependent on to rebuild our ravaged homeland, when this war is done. All those things remain part of you, even if you know them not. If you cannot remember it all, I will remember it for you."

poor, poor king

[rednightfall]

Eomer has taken more pains to avoid Lothiriel since his conversation with Faramir, which forced him to recognize all too clearly what a complication the situation has become. A complication he cannot yet face, for his duties demand otherwise. He belongs to the Riddermark, and the Mark has great need for its king. Avoiding one woman--even one as prominent and effervescent ad Lothiriel, and kinswoman to his lawbrother-to-be and daughter of his good friend--is not difficult with so many urgent matters requiring his attention. All it needs is for him to remain focused on tasks at hand.

That does not mean he likes it, or that it does not hurt him to see her eyes following him with a hurt, bewildered expression.

It is always a relief to finally come to his own rooms at the end of the day, or in this case the end of a long evening. He shrugs off his formal overrobe, draping it over a chair, and pours himself a goblet of mead from the bottle waiting there, sitting down with an exhausted sigh.

And proceeds to nearly choke on his first sip as he sees the small figure calmly sitting on the edge of his bed as though she has any right whatsoever to be there, as though this isn't a flagrant breach of both privacy and security. "Béma's balls--" Hardly an appropriate thing to say to the daugther of Prince Imrahil, and he clamps his mouth shut on the rest of the obsenities he'd like to utter as he recognizes her. He stands at once, gloweing. "What are you doing here?"

[worming]

hey girl

hey

[withoutswords]

[ignoring you]

[worming]

gurl

gurl hey

[withoutswords]

[she's very busy

ignoring you

with a sword]

[worming]

look we have all the time in the world to do this

i mean not like you're going anywhere after all

[withoutswords]

Will wonders never cease! Behold, all: a talking snake.

[worming]

A talking snake who sees you for your beauty and all you have to offer, no less

[theywhowait]

"Well, that much is true..." He murmurs, unable to resist the urge to kiss her, teasing nips at her lips.

"At the least, we should hear anyone coming, probably." Unless they're sneaking, like Faramir was.

[theywhowait]

"There are challenges and there are challenges." He manages, biting back a groan.

"But since my lady has asked..." His own hands go wandering, seeking the very heart of her, looking for that one special spot.

well he did bring it on himself.... XD

[leftbehindthesea]

"He speaks!" Lothiriel glowers at him. "And behold, he can even speak to me directly! I was beginning to think you had forgotten that I existed."

She's been sitting for a while, clearly. Long enough to work up a good head of indignation.

"I know you've been busy, but surely you could manage more than 'hello'!"