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He shivers at the promise in her voice, and presses a kiss to the curve of her jaw, and thence down her throat.

"You will still have that chance, in the coming spring." He says hoarsely. "Or the summer, perhaps."

Her breath catches as his lips touch her throat, and she closes her eyes, tilting her neck. "When you come to claim your bride, and take her to the White City?" She gasps as he finds a particularly sensitive place, and her hands clench hard on his shoulders. "Or before?"

"Well..." He murmurs, pressing slow kisses as he works his way down her neck.

"I really should be behaving, and waiting until the wedding..."

"Mm." It is a sound more of distraction than agreement, for Eowyn's thoughts are much more concerned with the pleasant way she shivers every time he kisses her, and with his hands pulling her close, and the impatience in his breath. "And yet...?"

"And yet..." He kisses her again, slow and langurous. "You are a very great temptation, my lady!"

"Mm." More than a little pride in her murmur, this time, and she returns his kiss with open hunger, letting her hands wander as they will. She has often thought of this during the long months of their separation, remembering such explorations as they were able to manage under the night sky in the gardens of the Houses of Healing, before she left Gondor. They were more restrained at the time, with their understanding so new.

But now that he is here she finds she cares very little for conventions, or for what any might think of what they do. This is her beloved, he is hers as she is his. They are already bound together in honor and in their hearts if not yet in name, and what they to together in private is no one else's concern.

So when there is a loud clamour from outside, and the door thuds as though someone has just fallen against it, she pauses (not releasing him) and stares, glaring angrily at the entrance as though daring it to open, and the Valar have mercy on anyone who dares to enter, for she will not. Fortunately there are other noises, laughter and what seems to be drunken singing. Revellers passing by, rather than anyone truly seeking entrance or searching for the missing Steward and the king's sister.

After a few seconds there is silence once more, but the mood has changed, and Eowyn sighs, disengaging a little with obvious reluctance. "If it is this difficult to find a quiet moment to ourselves once we are wed, I will be most displeased."

Faramir, although mindful of propriety, is rather of like mind - they already know that they are pledged to each other, and he is not of any inclination to change his mind, nor does he doubt her sincerity. What harm a little exploration?

The interruption makes him sigh a little, but he cannot help the amused smile at Eowyn's very obvious fury.

"I think we should have chosen a different spot for this rendezvous." He says wryly. "Not that any other location would have been much better, considering the festivities!"

He kisses her softly as she pulls away.

"I certainly agree! But at least Ithilien will be peaceful. Less crowds!"

Eowyn sighs, leaning back against him, though this time for comfort rather than with more determined intentions. "I am not sure there are many other places available," she admits. "Aside from my own room, and there we would surely be found. Perhaps we should have braved the chill and attempted a midnight ride after all, and hoped to keep each other warm. We would surely not be alone in doing so."

She smiles and kisses him again, softer and less urgent than before. They have some time. He and his party will be here for many days before returning south, and the nights will not all be so crowded as this. Nor the days. "True. Unless the trees themselves interrupt us, which from the tales my friend Merry tells is not so impossible as it may seem."

"There is always tomorrow?" He offers.

"I know the morning will be occupied, and the afternoon likewise, but if the weather holds we might try and snatch some time for lunch. I do not think any would begrudge us that!"

He nuzzles back against her fondly.

"I would like to see an Ent." He muses. "Although perhaps not quite so close!"

She sighs. The morning will be taken with work, beginning to hammer out the legal details of their union; dowries and trade and the other things that accompany a marriage between two highly ranked individuals. They will both need to be present, and it will no doubt take days to complete.

In fact Eowyn does not need to be present. Traditionally, the bride is not involved in setting her own dowry, nor in the trade negotiations related to it. But she will not be bargained over and handed over to Gondor like a milch cow, even for Faramir.

"Lunch, certainly, though I fear we will find privacy as impossible then as now. But at least the afternoon will see a ride with your cousin Lothiriel." She chuckles a little, and runs a finger down his chin. "I believe she wishes to ensure that I am worthy of your regard. I trust I will not disappoint her."

Faramir is rather glad he hadn't had to insist she be there - Eomer, it turns out, knows better than to try and keep her away. But although the legal details must be done, for they are far too high profile for it to be any less - at least they will both know they have had their say.

He grins.

"I think you will have to work hard to do so! She rather admires you, you know - Lottie is independently minded, but she's never really had a chance to slip her leash, although uncle allows her to work in the Healing Houses, under the condition that she never ventures out of the city walls without escort. If she has managed to do so without anyone knowing, I will be impressed!"

"I look forward to knowing her better." She places her hand on his face, caressing his cheek. "But I would look forward more to time spent only with you. Would you come to my chambers, if invited?"

Truly, she is not certain. Nor is she entirely certain if she means the offer, which is a few steps past propriety, even for a betrothed couple of Rohan.

Faramir pauses, considering the implications.

"I... would not be opposed." He says shyly. "But if we are caught... I honestly don't think Aragorn would mind? But politically speaking..."

She laughs. "Politically speaking, I think my brother would know where to truly lay the blame," she admits, her pale skin flushed crimson. "And the idea is more than a little tempting. But I think any who missed you would quickly guess where to look." She smiles, caressing his face. "And you would look most foolish, if I had to suddenly hide you under my bed or behind the curtains. It is perhaps better that we not risk such folly. Unless we become truly desperate."

"The Queen would probably laugh." Faramir muses, "Aragorn too, quite possibly. But you are right, and we would probably be better served by being good. Sadly." He turns a little to kiss her hand.

"That, I did not agree to," she says, her mouth quirking a little with mischief as he kisses her hand. "Merely to finding less obvious places than my own bedchamber, or yours. Perhaps in a few days we might go for a ride by ourselves, and I will take care to bring extra blankets."

An undertaking still with some difficulty, as it is likely they would be expected to have an escort (such as she does not doubt they will have tomorrow, when they go riding with Lothiriel). But Eowyn trusts she can find a way.

Faramir laughs.

"In this weather, my lady? Although I suppose if we find ourselves a sheltered dale, and the snows hold off..."

But their guards, yes.

"Perhaps not if it is so cold as now," she admits, shivering a little, for the armory too is cold, with no lit fires and only their clothes and each other's body heat to protect them. That the metal arms and armor radiate the chill further does not help. "Truly we have timed all things ill in this venture!"

She looks a little sad, at that. Waiting another six months will be most difficult.

"Truly." He agrees, pulling her close as he sees her shiver.

"But equally so, I think I shall blame this also on Sauron, for his most inconvienient time of death, from which all other effects have flowed!"

He chafes her arms with his hands. "But perhaps we should seek warmer environs."

She shakes her head at once. "Not yet. Finding warmer environs means leaving your embrace, and I am most loath to do it." She rests her head on his, sighing. "We should have thought to bring some of the wine with us, to warm our blood a little. I confess I was in too great a hurry to think of it."

He pulls her close - technically to share their warmth, but he does not hide that he enjoys having her in his arms either.

"Wine, or some of that excellent spiced mead of yours - I hope you will share the recipe! But I should have considered it also, and I confess I was far too eager to find some time with you!"

"I certainly shall, and perhaps shall take to hiding bottles of it about the Meduseld, that we be not unprepared in the future!" She touches his face again, turns it towards hers for another kiss, glad that he was as eager and impatient as she.

This kiss turns more heated again, if not quite as desperately, distractedly so as the one that was interrupted earlier. Their breath steams a little, when they break apart enough to breathe. "I think," says Eowyn quietly, against his mouth, "that your visit will be one of sweet frustration, both cherished and maddening. I hope we may endure."

Faramir notes the steam and decides regretfully that they probably need to get indoors and by a fire again.

"I fear we will both be tested to the limits of our endurance, in this regard, but I think our time tonight is up - I can feel you shivering, Eowyn, and I cannot feel my toes!"

She would protest--she is no frail maid, to be deterred by a little cold!--but his comment on his toes is so absurd that it takes the sting out of the rest. "You should have brought warmer socks for your trip north, my lord," she chides, still not moving. Not yet. "We shall have to find you more fitting attire for our colder winters."

As if to prove she is not so easily driven off by a chill, she kisses him again.

"I'm sure I probably do - in my luggage!" He laughs at her and hugs her tightly.

"But come, before I develop frostbite. Let us seek the kitchens, and share a cup of mead."

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