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[withoutswords]

It is such an unguarded, delighted sound that it makes her laugh also. Faramir is so contained in so many ways that any such exclamation catches her by surprise, and she cherishes them all.

She steps back, taking hold of his hands and pulling him towards the bed. "You may judge for yourself." Her smile still has that edge of mischief. "If you are not too busy thinking of other things."

[theywhowait]

"I am sure you will keep me very distracted, but I will do my best!"

He laughs again, giddy with delight as he lets her tug him to the bed, kissing her and pulling her down with him as they reach it.

"But I think I will be very, very distracted." He says softly, looking at her with joyful eyes.

he's got pants XD that's about it

[theywhowait]

He chuckles at the indignation of that look and the pinch turns into a gentle caress.

"Oops." he says, and sounds thoroughly unrepentant.

She will never instigate anything. It won't occur to her. Just warning you. ;)

[takesnoshit]

She nods, her relief contained. It is not truly a surprise that he is willing to agree; he has said more than once he would welcome them as vassals. But she has not agreed to swear to anything and he has not asked, so this remains temporary. That will do well.

"They would be welcome in our encampment, should they wish a stay," she says, bowing her head a little, one leader's acknowledgement to another. "I do not intend we should build anything permanent, so bread and board will be spare, but such as there is we will give, and that most willingly. Would you have us remain here, or move on to another area for the moment?"

For this space is over-hunted and over-fished, from the two weeks they have all remained, and also still near the recent battle site, and her people no longer have horses. Yet they could and would make do, and Haleth will not move further on Caranthir's land without his leave. Not as her father and his father did. He has been good to the Haladin, and she will not squander that good-will, particularly not as he has proven it genuine, and not condescending. That, she never expected--and she does wonder if other lords of the Eldar will be the same, if she meets them.

Not for long, he doesn't.

[withoutswords]

"'Oops'?" she repeats, eyebrow raised. Clearly this is not considered a sufficient response. Though it is equally clear she is not truly annoyed, given how her eyes shine.

[withoutswords]

She has seen him look at her with joy and tenderness many times, but his expression now is tenfold what it has ever been. She lies next to him on the bed, their legs tangled together, stroking each others' sides and arms and faces as she kisses him and he kisses her until they lose count, and Éowyn could not care less about the mattress.

After many blissful moments of this she suddenly laughs, pulling back a little. "Did you perhaps bring a copy of that book?"

Lol he's just shy

[grumpycatanthir]

He scowls thoughtfully.

"It might be best if you relocate. Your injured can't manage a long trip yet but a short trip is feasible, and we don't want to overstress the land."

He rises to pace.

"Short relocations might actually be a good option for your people."

Lol

[theywhowait]

He grins at her.

"My hand slipped?"

[theywhowait]

He blinks at her, derailed.

"Book...? Oh! Er well I do have it somewhere...in my baggage..."

Which isn't in the room, obviously.

[withoutswords]

Her mouth twitches a little as she holds back laughter, more at the grin than the excuse. There being more than one way to extract vengeance, she leans close, her face a little above his--and reaches behind him to run her nails up his spine. Not hard enough to mark him, but definitely hard enough to be felt.

[withoutswords]

His distraction is obvious, and she cannot say she was not warned, so she merely smiles and kisses him once more. "I am certain we will manage without," she murmurs, and leans up above him a little, her hair falling as a curtain beside their faces. A stray strand tickles at her face, and she pauses again, making a faint moue of annoyance. "I should perhaps take a moment to tie this back," she says reluctantly, not wanting to part from him even for that long.

She's not at all but has some prejudices and assumptions in the way. About herself as well as him!

[takesnoshit]

She nods, opening her palms to the air. "I propose we travel alongside with you for some little ways, for you will be moving towards safer ground. When we find a suitable place to stop, there we will remain for a season before choosing our next course." It is early spring now; they may delay a season in strengthening themselves before beginning a longer trek. "You may thus also continue your watch on your patients for a little longer, and young Linneth may continue to learn what she may."

Linneth is their only surviving healer, far too young but taking her responsibility seriously. Haleth has been teaching the girl some plant and herblore herself; she is no healer, but Linneth has much to learn in little time and is anxious to gather as much knowledge as she may, from any source.

"We will slow you down," she continues. "But not overly much, for many of your horses are still recovering from the pace you set to get here in time, and you could not move with great haste in any event. It seems little cost to benefit all."

[theywhowait]

He gasps as she does.

"Cheat!" He accuses, kissing her.

[withoutswords]

The kiss is thorough and occupies her for a minute. "Did you not begin it?" she asks, more than a little breathless.

[theywhowait]

"We will have plenty of time later."

He smiles and reaches up shyly to curl a finger in her hair.

"I like it. But perhaps... it might be easier."

aww

[grumpycatanthir]

"That is wisdom."

He agrees, and walks over to his saddlebags to filch a map.

"Here. We will be headed back to Amon Ereb, here. Likely, we will take this path. There should be grazing and good hunting... here, I think. And here, also."

He taps the map as he speaks.

"My own outriders will be reaching us soon with fresh supplies, as well. That will give us carts, which will make it easier to carry those of your wounded who cannot yet ride or walk."

[takesnoshit]

She smiles as she joins him and looks down at the map. Her smiles are almost as rare as her laughter, and make her look younger than her years, briefly erasing a few of those lines of grim responsibility etched into her brow.

"That will do very well," she says, nodding to approve this plan, relaxing just a little. "Yes. Let us wait for your outriders, and move on then, with all well-supplied and as many carried as may be."

There is the faintest hint of a grin as she looks at him. "I would ask again what repayment we might make you for such assistance. But if your only wish is that we live to defy the Enemy, it is clearly in your advantage for as many of us to survive as possible." By Haleth's standards, this is a joke.

[withoutswords]

She looks surprised, then pleased. "Do you? In that case..."

She moves into her back encouraging him to roll atop her. "Perhaps we should lie this way, instead..."

Or perhaps she simply does not wish to stop, in truth.

[grumpycatanthir]

He's struck momentarily dumb when she smiles - it lights up her whole face, and he flushes, looking away.

"Yes." He's very grateful that he doesn't stutter. He manages to smile back at her at the joke.

"Indeed so. And I... would like it. If you lived." He adds and wonders if that was too forward.

[theywhowait]

He laughs and bends to bump their noses together.

"Tis true, this does rather solve that problem." He agrees, and follows the line of her cheek down to kiss her neck.

[withoutswords]

"Though only...for the moment..." Her answer is interrupted by a few hitches of breath, every time he kisses her neck. The sweet, slower mood they had built is suddenly overwritten by a greater, growing need, and she clutches at him.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth tilts her head, birdlike, looking at him with open curiosity. "You are blushing again," she says. "Why is that?"

Last time it was embarassment over admitting he made clothing. She cannot fathom what in this conversation would cause it.

[theywhowait]

"Perhaps I did." He agrees, smiling as he pulls back a little.

"But you continued it, yes?"

[theywhowait]

"Is not a moment all we need, for now?" He murmurs as he continues to kiss her, one hand coming up to tease her breasts as she pulls at him.

"Eowyn, Eowyn, how I need you."

[grumpycatanthir]

"I... " he looks away and clears his throat.

"It was only. I thought. You looked. Very. pretty Just now."