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Because Eowyn knows her beloved very well, she does not take offense at this. "I expected some pain, but there was none." Once again that small breath of a laugh, as she caresses his face. "Perhaps our experiments served some use beyond our delight. But was it well for you?"

Truthfully she was too distracted by the end to notice, which seems a bit of a pity. She would have liked to see him overtaken by his own bliss.

She cries out, her head falling back a little, long hair trailing in the water and spreading around them. "Harder." She does not care if he leaves marks. They have days left of their holiday, time for any such signs to heal, and even if they do not, she does not care. Let all see how her husband loves her. That thought excites her, and she moves harder, tries to take him in deeper, for pressure is building and beginning to demand release.

That is helpful to know, and something of the stiffness of his shoulders eases.

"I will see you tomorrow then." he says and slips out, to nurse his wounds where they cannot hurt anyone. He'll feel better, and be less likely to say anything stupid tomorrow.

And he does come to see her the next day, coming to walk beside her quietly.

He leans into her hand and sighs in relief, smiling as he shifts a little to make sure he's not squashing her too far.

"You were divine." He says in all sincerity. "It was very well."

He doesn't bother to answer with words, eager as always to please her, biting a trail of lovebites up her neck, his own hips starting to jerk out of his control.

Haleth walks alone, a little apart from the bulk of the group. When a dark shadow joins her she looks up, and once again that brief smile crosses her face. There is a warmth in it most of her people would be surprised to see. She is not even aware she does it.

They walk in silence for a minute or two more before she speaks. "My father was not born Chief," she says, not bothering with small talk first. Of course they are picking up from their conversation of last night. What need for any unnecessary preliminaries? "Our previous Chief had been brave, but foolish; he died fighting a bear when I was but a babe. My father was elected, and after he had ruled more wisely for many years, it was decided that the Haladin would henceforce have their leaders from his lineage, instead of choosing them anew. My twin brother Haldar was the heir, for he was male, and the older by ten minutes besides."

Her mouth twists with pain at the mention of that familiar argument, which he had teasingly held over her more than once. Her twin's loss is so great a grief to Haleth that she does not speak of it. Even to Caranthir she has not said a word about Haldar as of yet. Caranthir has two brothers who are twins; perhaps he will understand.

That is not germane to the point, however, and she moves quickly on, looking up at the sky. The sun falls warm on her face, and she closes her eyes for a moment, drinking it in. "A year later a young man of the village paid court to me. I was not indifferent, for he was comely and intelligent and well-spoken. I was fifteen, and curious."

She does not look at Caranthir as she says it, but there is a moment's silence that is faintly suggestive. She has already told him that courting is not the same for Men as he has said it is for the Firstborn. She and her suitor did not do so very much at the time, for all that she dislikes the memories now, but it was clearly more than any Eldar would lightly undertake. If that changes Caranthir's wishes, it is better that he know now rather than later.

She looks pleased, though in truth she did not doubt it, and caresses his face. "Divine is the word. If I had known it would feel thus..." She shakes her head a little, smiling. "Waiting would have been even more intolerable than it was, impossible though that seems."

Her heart swells again at the reminder that the wait is done, not merely in that they may now enjoy each other thus, but that they will not be parted again. This time when he leaves, she will go with him.

"Ai, yes--" She gasps every time he bites her, the pain a sharpness that thrills through her and makes her toes curl. She can feel his need matching her own, the way their rhythm becomes unsteady, and tries to keep ahold of it. But oh, his mouth, and the water, and her own fingers with their quick flickering movements, and the way they are joined together...

She gasps and tenses in his embrace as she cries silently up at the sky, her body trembling against his as a wave of ecstacy rushes through her.

It is a thorough, practiced kiss, one Eomer should save for someone with more experience, or at least for his wedding night. But she has kept the upper hand so alarmingly this evening that he cannot resist reclaiming it, if only for a few minutes.

He breaks it off before things can get too heated, pulling a little away, as much as he can with her clinging to him like a vine. "I trust," he says, and his voice is lower than usual, "that any question of whether or not I like you is now put permanently to rest."

(ooc: lol fair. I am trying the email trick...)

He comes to walk beside her and keeps his silence, allowing her to decide when and how she will reopen the conversation. He's not surprised that she jumps straight into it - that has been her way for as long as he's known her, and he appreciates it. He stays silent for the most part, allowing her to tell her story, but in the silence after that statement, he can feel his temper rousing.

He knows, she has told him, how courting is not the same. The Haladin are his first experience with humans proper, but he has read the missives from Finrod, and Fingon, and he can hazard guesses.

"Did he hurt you."

He doesn't bother to hide the way his fists clench in fury at the thought, although he does try not to outright snarl. It isn't Haleth he's angry at, after all.

He smiles tiredly at her, turning to kiss her cheek softly.

"You speak wisdom! But now we are wed, my wife, and you have me, and may have me, as often as our duties allow."

He bites, suckling a trail of roses around her neck, enjoying her gasps and pleas. As she convulses and her walls grip him, he buries his face in her shoulder with a shout, following her over the edge.

"Oh Eowyn." He gasps for breath. "How you undo me, every time."

Lothiriel blinks up at him, kiss dazed, lips swollen and eyes bright, her whole body swaying towards him like a lodestone to the pole.

"I... " She clears her throat and makes an attempt to sound pert (mostly, she just sounds very well-kissed)

"I think I would like to be convinced more often."

It's the first hint of Caranthir's temper Haleth has seen. She raises an eyebrow a little, but otherwise doesn't react. "Not then, no. It was...interesting." Not unpleasant, exactly, but messy and strange. She hadn't gotten much satisfaction out of it all at the time. Whether that was a fault on her part or her lover's she has never known for sure, but she cares little either way, for truthfully that part was the least of the matter.

Haleth shrugs a little again. "No, the pain was in realizing my own foolishness, for of course I was a fool. I learned before too many weeks had passed that his goal was to win his own way to the Chieftainship through me. Once I realized he held the knowledge against me, hoping to humiliate me and thus use his leverage that way. He failed, of course; I will not be used, as I made most clear."

She hesitates very briefly before continuing, some swift shadow crossing her face, but plunges on. "He paid dearly for all his presumptions. I have had little interest in such matters since then. Not because I cared for him, for even at the time I was more moved by curiosity and a sense of being flattered than by any real affection, though it shames me some to admit it. But I learned valuable lessons from the experience. A man may wed where he wills, but a woman will always risk becoming subservient, or being expected to be subservient. So I would not marry, for I will let none rule me, in truth or even only in seeming. And there has been no need for me to marry, nor any temptation, for there have been none who moved me to reconsider. But you--"

Haleth breaks off mid-sentence, stops, looks up at him with her focused, measuring gaze. "You are nothing I could have foreseen. You do not court with sweet promises but with plain speech. You would not seek to take the Haladin's leadership from me, for you have your own duties to tend; you understand my priorities and do not challenge them. You have never treated me as less than an equal, though you could and even I might not gainsay you. You are intelligent and generous and passionate, and you make beautiful things, and I have never met anyone like you. You have disrupted my mind, and I dislike it, for before my path was clear to me and my duty unclouded." She grimaces a little. "I spoke truth yesterday, when I said I did not wish it undone. But things would be much simpler if it were."

"May I?" she asks, eyebrow arching a little. "You should perhaps beware what you offer, Man of Gondor, for I may tax you beyond your ability to perform..." She kisses him again, teasing, though in truth she is tired now also. It was a long day even before all this activity, and she was awake well before dawn to prepare for it.

Eowyn too gasps for breath, fallen forward onto him, her head resting alongside his and her arms twined around his shoulders. "How you complete me, every time." They sink a little lower in the water, its buoyancy to their advantage now that they are both drained. "Never do I tire of this, or of you."

(ooc: well so far it seems to be working... XD)

He relaxes a little when she denies it - Haleth is not the sort to sugar coat things - which eliminates the worst possibility. He is still angry, although he is aware enough of his own emotions to know that this is jealousy, that a mere human pup was allowed what he is being denied.

"No woman of the house of Finwe could ever be described as subservient." He notes wryly, for all of the Finwean women are as strong as their brothers and fathers and husbands, even those who married in, in their own ways. Father might have disagreed, but he had never been outwardly rude to any of them saving Indis alone, and that was always a complicated issue.

"But Men do things differently, I am told." He nods in answer to her look. "I would ask no more of you than you can give. And never would I part you from your people. I am sorry that I caused you discomfort."

"I do not think I am sorry," Haleth says simply. "Though I have not yet concluded what I can give. Were I as practical as I have always thought I was, I would simply refuse you, if only to protect my people from the Doom that follows you."

And yet she has not. Which says a good deal about what she wants.

Haleth turns begins walking once more. "I have been trying to determine our options, and the benefits and risks of each. I would know your thoughts."

He grins at her sleepily.

"Please note that I specified 'as our duties allow', for my beloved wife has just as many as I do, if not more!"

He shifts so that they are both floating, letting the water cradle them for a change.

"Nor I! I am so glad I suggested this holiday."

It was Eowyn's idea first.

Sssh he's controlling his temper well at the moment.

"For myself..." he sighs.

"Logically it would be wisest not to involve yourself with me, romantically or otherwise. The Doom was quite specific. And you have your people to consider."

"But..."

He looks away briefly.

"But for myself, selfishly...I would spit in the face of Doom and seize what happiness I can."

"If none were at risk but myself, so would I. But it is not so."

Haleth walks in silence some few minutes more, then nods her head firmly as she settles her choice in her mind. "This is too important a matter to decide so soon, and I am not free to think on it as much as I must. I asked for a season to give my people time to recover, and they deserve all my attention until the wounds of this massacre are more healed."

She does not mean only the physical injuries. All the Haladin lost kin, friends, possessions, everything. The Haladin have been all but destroyed, and there is much to do even to begin their recovery as a people, if recover they will.

"That is my choice." She looks up at Caranthir, now firm. "Give me a season, then seek me out and ask again, if you are of the same mind. By then it will be more clear to me if it is a passing matter or not, and by then I will know better what my Haladin need and what options I have, if any."

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"Mm." She might protest it being his suggestion, but she is too sated and pleased just at present, and more interested in holding him and stroking his back. "It is a pity we are unlikely to have another such opportunity."

Once the babe is born, she does not add. There are so many things they plan or say lately that end with ...once the babe is born. That event is never far from her thoughts, even now.

"Ah, but now this is one of our duties," Eowyn says with mock-solemnity, stroking his back, her eyes mirthful despite her lassitude. "To each other, and also to Gondor. For the Prince of Ithilien will need an heir, and there is only one way to get one."

He nods, understanding.

"You speak wisdom, and your people are fortunate indeed to have a Chief who truly cares for them. When you are settled, I will leave you to grieve, and to heal, and to build. And then when the winter snows lie deep and the orcs are sleeping, I will come and find you."

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this wall of text kept going but I figured I should let him have a chance to talk a bit!

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Re: this wall of text kept going but I figured I should let him have a chance to talk a bit!

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GOOD LUCK with the email trick!!!!

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Re: GOOD LUCK with the email trick!!!!

Yay I'm glad, have a late night phone tag. Also she is Leaving Stuff Out.

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Re: Yay I'm glad, have a late night phone tag. Also she is Leaving Stuff Out.

yeah he won't like the rest of the story if she ever tells it. Except maybe the bloody retribution.

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he would definitely enjoy the bloody retribution