She laughs and bids him tell her the tales, and so they while away the time, until they are rejoined by their companions and all settle for the night, returning to Ithilien in the morning.
The days pass sweetly, turning to weeks, and then months. Elboron grows, passes the usual benchmarks of learning to roll over, then to crawl a little. Eowyn begins to get more sleep at night, and she and her husband are able to spend more time together without needing such extreme measures to achieve it.
Faramir returns to his duty, for both Ithilien and Aragorn greatly need him, but although he travels more between his home and Minas Tirith. Eowyn begins once more to pick up her own work as Ithilien's Lady and an apprentice healer. But they steal time, here and there: private breakfasts in Ithilien, in the sunny room Faramir had built just for the purpose, only now Elboron often joins them. Evenings reading to one another, or playing chess, or simply sitting in each others' arms and talking. Nights asleep spooned side by side.
The days pass, and the seasons turn. But they bring ill news with them.
The armies of Mordor disbanded with the loss of their Dark Lord, but have never fully vanished or dispersed. It has always been a risk that there would be bands of orcs roving through Ithilien, and both Faramir and Eowyn have kept the land's defenses strong and well guarded in expectation of it, even as they also strive to rebuild. But no danger has ever ventured near Eryn Arnen.
This okay? Also which of them shall we injure?
The days pass sweetly, turning to weeks, and then months. Elboron grows, passes the usual benchmarks of learning to roll over, then to crawl a little. Eowyn begins to get more sleep at night, and she and her husband are able to spend more time together without needing such extreme measures to achieve it.
Faramir returns to his duty, for both Ithilien and Aragorn greatly need him, but although he travels more between his home and Minas Tirith. Eowyn begins once more to pick up her own work as Ithilien's Lady and an apprentice healer. But they steal time, here and there: private breakfasts in Ithilien, in the sunny room Faramir had built just for the purpose, only now Elboron often joins them. Evenings reading to one another, or playing chess, or simply sitting in each others' arms and talking. Nights asleep spooned side by side.
The days pass, and the seasons turn. But they bring ill news with them.
The armies of Mordor disbanded with the loss of their Dark Lord, but have never fully vanished or dispersed. It has always been a risk that there would be bands of orcs roving through Ithilien, and both Faramir and Eowyn have kept the land's defenses strong and well guarded in expectation of it, even as they also strive to rebuild. But no danger has ever ventured near Eryn Arnen.
Until now.