It is with great reluctance though no surprise that Faramir watches Éowyn return to her duties when she must, for all that he has her promise to return as comfort. There are distractions almost at once, many of them meetings and conversations he would have welcomed at other times. But the time passes more slowly without her. More than one friend slyly tries to draw him into a drinking game, but he refuses; he has a good head for alcohol, but that is not at all the sort of intoxication he would prefer.
Besides, Éowyn would be justly furious, the suspects.
He is rewarded for this restraint when she returns, while the crowd is watching Merry and Pippin singing a song atop a table--both are great favorites in Edoras, it is obvious, and happy to make the most of it. Few notice when he and Éowyn slip away.
He breathes a sigh of relief once they are free of the pressing crowds, and another when the cooler night air hits their faces. Not so very cool, for it is late summer, but still it is welcome after the heat of the hall.
As soon as they are outside Faramir entwines her arm with his, the same way they used to walk together in the gardens of the House of Healing, and if his hold on her is tighter than would be seemly, well, it is dark. "By all means, my lady, I would welcome the fresh air." Formal words, but with an undercurrent of laughter lurking underneath. He doubts they fool the doorguards at all, or that they are the first to use this excuse this evening, but it is no matter.
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Date: 2018-10-17 11:30 pm (UTC)Besides, Éowyn would be justly furious, the suspects.
He is rewarded for this restraint when she returns, while the crowd is watching Merry and Pippin singing a song atop a table--both are great favorites in Edoras, it is obvious, and happy to make the most of it. Few notice when he and Éowyn slip away.
He breathes a sigh of relief once they are free of the pressing crowds, and another when the cooler night air hits their faces. Not so very cool, for it is late summer, but still it is welcome after the heat of the hall.
As soon as they are outside Faramir entwines her arm with his, the same way they used to walk together in the gardens of the House of Healing, and if his hold on her is tighter than would be seemly, well, it is dark. "By all means, my lady, I would welcome the fresh air." Formal words, but with an undercurrent of laughter lurking underneath. He doubts they fool the doorguards at all, or that they are the first to use this excuse this evening, but it is no matter.