"That, I do not doubt," he says dryly, a tone that says more about what teasing he has had to endure from his lawbrother-to-be than the stories themselves will do when he has leisure to repeat them to her. Still, it is not said without amusement or affection. Èomer is not another Borormir, cannot take the place of his own lost brother, and should not--but Faramir thinks they will do well as kin, if only because they both love and value Èowyn so highly. While they have that in common, all else will fall into place.
At that moment, to Faramir's quiet resignation, one of his own cousins comes to interrupt and be introduced properly. Faramir flushes a little as Amrothos makes a point of telling Èowyn just how besotted his cousin the Steward is, and reveals that he has been writing poetry about her, whereupon Faramir pretends to clout him upside the head and set Amrothos' own sister on him in revenge. This is apparently a potent threat, for the man subsides, and they all talk happily for a while.
And then another interruption, and another, and the hours pass. Pleasantly, he cannot deny that, but not as pleasantly as he would wish. Still, even though custom and courtesy should dictate he manuver around the room more, he does not leave Èowyn's side. Anyone wishing to speak to either of them must speak to both, for he will be damned if he parts from her now after so many months of impatient waiting, even if all he may do is stand with her and make small talk. If she must abandon him to fulfill her duties as hostess he will accept with good grace, but otherwise he will remain.
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Short timeskip seemed called for, will edit if you wish.
Date: 2018-10-16 11:51 am (UTC)At that moment, to Faramir's quiet resignation, one of his own cousins comes to interrupt and be introduced properly. Faramir flushes a little as Amrothos makes a point of telling Èowyn just how besotted his cousin the Steward is, and reveals that he has been writing poetry about her, whereupon Faramir pretends to clout him upside the head and set Amrothos' own sister on him in revenge. This is apparently a potent threat, for the man subsides, and they all talk happily for a while.
And then another interruption, and another, and the hours pass. Pleasantly, he cannot deny that, but not as pleasantly as he would wish. Still, even though custom and courtesy should dictate he manuver around the room more, he does not leave Èowyn's side. Anyone wishing to speak to either of them must speak to both, for he will be damned if he parts from her now after so many months of impatient waiting, even if all he may do is stand with her and make small talk. If she must abandon him to fulfill her duties as hostess he will accept with good grace, but otherwise he will remain.