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Brilliant ideas and clueless flailing all welcome.
AUs and cross-canon, drama and comedy and shipping.
Just throw stuff at me. It's all good.
this will take a bit of building. so lots of time for fluff on the way. ;)
But Faramir's voice is in her ears, more real than the dream-echo that already fades, and his arms are warm around her, and when she reaches up to hold his arms in place the fingers of her right hand close as she bids, and she can feel the warmth of his skin with them. She takes several long, deep breaths, willing her heart to stop racing and her stomach to settle. "Nothing," she says finally. "It is nothing. Only the old dream." She sighs, leaning against him. "It has been so long I had almost forgotten it."
excellent~
"I had lost track of the dates - are we getting close to the anniversary?" He knows that some days are worse than others, for both of them, and anniversaries are the worst of all.
"I am sorry it has roused itself love."
I figured you could cope with that. ;) And them sparring once a week or so is definitely a thing now
"No," she says. "No, I cannot think of any reason why it should return now." She reaches up and rubs her forehead. "It is but foolishness, old ghosts and old dreams." She forces a smile that becomes more real as she looks at his face, so concerned and loving and near, lifting a hand to his cheek. "It is well, love. Already it fades."
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"I am glad. I suppose these things do not have to have a reason, as much as it vexes me to know that there is no way of controlling or predicting them. Will you sleep again my love, or should we sneak out for a ride under the stars?"
Well, trying to. She probably still finds it difficult but is WAY too stubborn to quit.
And so they do--but even with Faramir's arm warm and close around her, Eowyn finds she cannot get back to sleep, and her stomach still churns uncomfortably even though her mind has calmed. When morning does break she is pale and poorly rested, and does not breakfast well, keeping only to toast.
he loves that about her
"Ai, my love. You do not look at all well."
She loves his patience while she keeps at it.
He loves her, and so, patience comes easy!
"It seems to unfair that our old hurts should revisit us this way. Would it be easier if you rested more this day? There is nothing so urgent, I think, that you cannot take a little break."
as I decide it must be late winter now
Eowyn finally abandons her breakfast entirely, pushing it aside. "Perhaps, but I would prefer not. You know how I cannot stand to be idle." She can smile at that, for it is now more of a jest between them than the hard, restless truth it once was. "And some fresh air will do me well. There is little tending to do in the gardens at this time of year, but at least I may plan for the spring."
works for me!
"True enough." He smiles at their private joke. "Sunshine and fresh air... I know the fields have been turned over. We can look to our private garden now. Did you not mention you wished to try both flowers and vegetables?
There'll probably be a few small timeskips along the way.
Legolas held true to his word and visited them at the end of their first year of being wed, to begin designing them a garden which will in a few more years be glorious indeed. And Irena, who oversees the gardens and orchards that grow fruit and vegetables for all the household, is nearly as skilled in her way. Thanks to her forethought they all eat well indeed, even in winter when few things grow.
But another word has caught her attention, and she tilts her head. "But did you say, 'we'? I had thought you needed to meet with Beregond."
all the better to move the plot along my dear~
"It is not urgent. I can always put it off til later, if you wished it."
Heh, yes
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"My lady speaks both wisdom and my heart's desire, and I will heed thee! To our duties then, and I will meet you in the orchard with a luncheon meal?"
You can probably see where this is going. ;)
Another kiss and an embrace follow; they have been married nearly two years by now, but are no less fond of each other's company. With that thought in mind Eowyn leaves for the gardens with a light heart, despite her troubled sleep and unruly stomach.
The latter continues to plague her for a time, but has settled itself by the time she and Faramir meet again, and she eats a hearty lunch (inside, alas, though informally so) as though to make up for her missed breakfast. They talk and tease as always, discussing the duties they share equally between them, and Eowyn knows she is content.
But later that evening she once more feels unwell, and finally loses the battle she's waged off and on throughout the day to keep from retching. To her private relief Faramir is not with her at the time to witness her discomfort; much as she loves him, there are some things better done alone. One of the maids is nearby, however, and Eowyn reluctantly agrees to go to bed early and allow the girl to inform her lord of what has transpired. In truth she is more tired than usual, no doubt because of the difficult night before.
Faramir is going to be so excited!
"Eowyn? Love are you well? Perhaps you are coming down with something..."
That's the goal! I'll skip ahead a bit in a smidge.
"Don't concern yourself so," she chides. "I am but a little unwell. No doubt due to not resting well last night, which I will amend."
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"Forgive me for the nagging! I only worry. But you are the healer, not I! So I will trust to your judgement. Are you tired now? We could adjourn to bed early."
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"Then go to bed, my love, and I will finish off the paperwork before I come to bed. I will not be long!"
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As it turns out she is already sleeping lightly when he does eventually arrive, and does little more than sigh peacefully as he slips into the bed and kisses her hair before fitting himself alongside her.
Her sleep is dreamless, but the next morning she wakes early again (though not so violently as the previous morn), still unsettled. Again she shrugs it off, eats lightly, goes about her work despite it. The feeling comes and goes but does not pass.
Things continue in this manner for several days, and Eowyn grows more and more irritated by it. She is not so fond of mint tea as to enjoy drinking it by the bucket, as she now seems required to do! She complains as much to one of the other healers in the Hall, who gives her a shrewd look and asks a few pointed questions that leave Eowyn openmouthed for a moment, gaping with astonishment and realization.
She saddles Windfola and takes him for a short ride on the plain outside Emyn Arnen, taking no one with her (except for the guard, who of course follow at a discreet distance). She always does her best thinking when on horseback, but she cannot pull her scattered thoughts together even with Windfola's help.
Finally, near sunset, she goes in search of Faramir. They often meet to watch the sun set together in private before joining the rest of the household for the evening meal. He finds her pacing and restless, as she always is when something is weighing on her mind.
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Seeing her pace makes him just as jittery, and he comes hurrying over, to catch her hands in his.
"Eowyn? Beloved, what is wrong?"
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Despite this when he appears and catches her hands, she is quick to embrace him, leaning her head on his chest and closing her eyes. His heartbeat is quick and strong against her ear.
It takes a few moments for her to find any words, and her mouth is dry. She swallows a few times, then pulls a little away, looking up at him. "My lord, there is some work that needs to be done on the house." Another swallow, another deep breath. Her hands hold hard on to his. "For we will have need of a nursery."
I think you broke him XD
He blinks at her. "Another project? Well with most of the fields and orchards now tended to, I don't see that it will be a ... wait. Did you say... nursery?"
His mouth opens in a "O" of surprise, "A nursery, that is, for a baby...? Are you...? Is that....?"
That was also the goal. ;)
The sentences trail off into nothing. Her hands still hold his tight, and they tremble a little.
LOL
Hey, it's never happened before. Something had to manage it.
*babies* Eowyn. *babies*
I don't think she yet really understands the appeal of babies!
That's fine, he'll do the excitement for both of them
She'll get there, she just needs to get used to the idea.
He's sure she'll be a wonderful mama
She has doubts, but we'll get to those. ;)
Faramir will do his best to reassure her!
He always does!
/blush =D
Is that him or you blushing?
Him XD
Silly Faramir. Your wife adores you, get used to it.
dawww
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small timeskip seemed good, pardon while I BS, yadda yadda
give me all your BS /chinhands
All of it? That's a lot of BS
that's ok, we have time XD
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oh lord, imagine if he had access to the internet. He'd research *everything*.
he'd come back so traumatised! And also with random bits of useless information XD
ohhhhh yeah. "Eowyn, did you know that the octopus has three hearts?" "What's an octopus?"
So true XD
oh look more bs, but I swear they'd do this
quite possible!
Nope strike that only during foaling time I am sleep-deprived. must not BS while sleepy
lol
shhh you saw nothing I never fail at logic
I saw nothing XD
this is why you are the best
NO U
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I accept all your Lothiriel headcanons ohmygosh.
=D
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Get him talking for a few minutes and she'll fall asleep on him.
he's so pleased by this thought
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don't ask how much research I (tried) to do into medieval underwear for this. (I disbelieve results)
/pats soothingly
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....seriously Eowyn braid your hair first next time...
lol they were otherwise occupied
pfft I've had hair that long I know how much trouble it is. He probably loves it though.
he does~
oh well, so long as they're happy
tbh these two are the biggest saps and are probably happy with each other irregardless
Absurdly so. Also, I am mean.
looooool so terrible
do you really think Eowyn would get along well with pregnancy? She's not that patient.
lol sadly true
I think the best word to apply will be "tetchy."
looool he will make sure to supply backrubs and footrubs
Smart man. He's also welcome to play with/braid her hair so long as it's in play.
He is not at all opposed to this!
They should take the whole day off and go riding and meandering and talking. Yes?
absolutely!
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oh lord I've just realized how nervous/hovering he'll be when she gives birth
he will be the MOST anxious
Oh lord, the midwives will probably want to kill him. We have to write it.
looooooooooooool yes
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gonna timeskip because writing people eating is boring. LMK if edits needed. =)
damnit it ate my reply D=
bad DW, no biscuit! (or jam)
GASP no *jam*?
NOPE not unless DW behaves
MY HERO
I'm a mom, withholding treats until good behavior happens is part of the job. ;)
dreamwidth had better shape up then!
damn right. Mamma don't take no mess. ;)
\o/
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