Éomer has spent much of the evening closeted with Aragorn and his wife for a private meal, in which much of policy and necessity was talked of as well as more private matters. Such is the life of kings, he knows. Even on a feasting evening such as this, the work is not done.
Éomer's gaze shifts to where his sister and the Steward's cousin sit deep in conversation. Whatever they talk of clearly has Éowyn's full and thoughtful attention, though now and then she smiles, even laughs. He can only see the back of Lothíriel's head from this vantage, but can well imagine her bright eyes and expressive face. His eyes linger briefly on her dark hair...but then Faramir reaches him, and he wrenches himself back to more important matters.
He smiles again briefly for his kinsman-to-be, and gestures for him to follow. "A few minutes of your time, if you will spare it. There are matters we should discuss."
He leaves unspoken that the noisy alehall is not the best place for such conversation, instead walking towards the side door, waving aside the guards who would follow. They will not leave the Meduseld, and he anticipates no danger.
Once they have left the noise of the crowd behind him he relaxes a little, though his expression remains serious, as it usually is. He is not a man who often looks--or is--at ease. "There is also something I would show you, though I will ask you as yet not to speak of it to my sister. It is a harmless secret to keep, I promise."
GASP SURELY THAT'S NOT ALLOWED
Éomer's gaze shifts to where his sister and the Steward's cousin sit deep in conversation. Whatever they talk of clearly has Éowyn's full and thoughtful attention, though now and then she smiles, even laughs. He can only see the back of Lothíriel's head from this vantage, but can well imagine her bright eyes and expressive face. His eyes linger briefly on her dark hair...but then Faramir reaches him, and he wrenches himself back to more important matters.
He smiles again briefly for his kinsman-to-be, and gestures for him to follow. "A few minutes of your time, if you will spare it. There are matters we should discuss."
He leaves unspoken that the noisy alehall is not the best place for such conversation, instead walking towards the side door, waving aside the guards who would follow. They will not leave the Meduseld, and he anticipates no danger.
Once they have left the noise of the crowd behind him he relaxes a little, though his expression remains serious, as it usually is. He is not a man who often looks--or is--at ease. "There is also something I would show you, though I will ask you as yet not to speak of it to my sister. It is a harmless secret to keep, I promise."