Eowyn blushes a little and makes a face. "It was not he who waited to speak with me, but Hilde, the wife of Elfhelm." She knows Faramir will have met the man who is now Marshal of the East-Mark, one of her brother's most trusted advisors and commanders, as well as something of an unofficial uncle to her. "She dressed me down most thoroughly, and spoke in no uncertain terms of where our behavior would lead--and why we had better make certain it does not."
And indeed the color is high in her cheeks, though she still looks more defiant than repentant. Hilde, herself a mother several times over, was clearly more blunt and less embarassed than Eowyn's brother could have managed.
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Date: 2018-06-25 11:17 am (UTC)And indeed the color is high in her cheeks, though she still looks more defiant than repentant. Hilde, herself a mother several times over, was clearly more blunt and less embarassed than Eowyn's brother could have managed.