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"Perhaps I should try and cultivate an air of mystery to discourage them... but I fear it might only backfire!"

He grins at her shyly.

"I am glad that they approve though - it would not have mattered what they thought, but it warms my heart to know that they do."

"Bema, no!" She laughs, shaking her head. "That will only make them wonder more, and I dread to think what conclusions they might come to. In any event I think it is too late and they aleady know you too well."

She grins back up at him. "It would have mattered a little. If the White Company is to accompany us to Ithilien, it might have been difficult if they disapproved your choice of a bride. But from what I have seen all they wish is for your happiness, and so long as they are assured of that they will be content." Her eyes twinkle. "Which leaves my duty very clear! Fortunately it is one I shall not find onerous, for it is one of my greatest pleasures to find ways to make you smile."

"That is probably true." He kisses her smile.

"But thy love makes me reckless, and I care not a jot who sees me with thee."

She kisses him with as little self-consciousness, as little caring who may see them. It is but a kiss, after all.

But she does laugh a little. "You think that reckless? Merely to kiss your betrothed under the open skies? You and I may define the word differently."

Just a kiss, under a clear sky. Enough to make him breathless, all the same!

"A kiss, by itself, may not be so reckless! But a kiss, and then another, and another..." He suits actions to words, peppering her with light kisses, teasing.

Eowyn's breath catches as he kisses her repeatedly, mouth and forehead and eyelids and back to her mouth, until she is dizzy from it. "I see what you mean," she murmurs, not holding him so much as clutching at his tunic to keep herself upright. "And I am reconsidering certain ideas involving midnight rides and piles of blankets."

The innuendo in what she's said only occurs to her after she's said is, and her skin flares pink even as she smirks at the idea. Reckless, indeed.

He laughs, breathless himself

"Now who is being reckless?"

"That is not reckless," Eowyn corrects him. She winds her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes a little, for he is tall. "This is reckless."

Heedless of any who might be watching she grips his hair in her fingers, pulling his mouth to hers and plunging her tongue in to battle with his. It is the sort of scorching, hungry kiss best done in private, and between those who are already man and wife, and she does not care.

Faramir squawks a little in surprise, and then his eyes slide shut and his hands wind about her waist, and he kisses her back as thoroughly as he can.

They might go on in this manner if not for the loud cheers, which recall Faramir and cause him to pull away slightly.

"I think we should take this away from prying eyes." He says wryly

Eowyn is flushed, but looks more proud of herself than embarrassed, judging by her smile. "We should," she agrees, unwinding herself from the embrace and taking his arm once more. "Though I am not sure where we should take it to. Prying eyes are in very great supply."

And she is supposed to meet with her brother before the evening meal, and no doubt Faramir has obligations of his own...but perhaps they can ignore those a little longer.

"Sadly true." He draws her far closer to his side than is technically proper, but considering the heat of the recent kiss between them, this seems very tame.

"As are our duties." He adds with a grimace, spotting a herald hurrying towards them. "I wonder which of us he is coming to summons - or both of us!"

Eowyn sighs, reluctantly separating from him a little further, so as not to embarass the poor messenger, who bows when he reaches them before stammering that indeed both of them are summoned: Eowyn by her brother, and Faramir by the king. They thank him graciously and promise to follow in his wake as quickly as they may, and once he is further out of earshot Eowyn chuckles.

"I would bet good coin," she says, as they begin walking together (arm in arm, but decorously so) back towards the Golden Hall, "that my brother intends to berate me for not being more restrained, and that he is not relishing the necessity. The more so since he knows full well how little use such a conversation will be."

"Ah, and so you will smile and nod and murmur pleasant nothings, making him eye you suspiciously?" Faramir laughs softly.

"Or will you argue back at him? I suspect I will receive a mild scolding too, although I doubt Aragorn's heart will be in it either."

She tosses her head, and her long, unbound hair billows in the breeze. "I shall listen and smile and then do as I wish, as he knows full well. He knows I would not disgrace my position or our name, which is why I have usually been given my head and allowed to run unbridled." Her smile turns into a smirk, for a moment. "Also I know too much that I could chide him with in return, for him to tax me unduly. Poor Eomer! Our uncle could probably have swayed me more, and he knows it."

"Your uncle was your guardian, as well as your king." Faramir reaches to tuck her hair back behind her ear and agrees with a laugh.

"Poor Eomer may be king, but he is but your brother, and I too, know what it is to ignore an older brother's scolding! Especially one half-hearted."

"He was." Sorrow tints her face for a moment, for grief for her uncle and foster-father is still very near.

But the day is beautiful and Faramir by her side, and she cannot be too overcome by loss in such circumstances. It is not difficult to take a breath and marshal another smile. "I am almost curious to see if it will be a half-hearted scold or merely embarrassed. Though for his sake I hope there has not been some complaint."

He squeezes her hand in understanding, and smiles as she does.

"I do not think we have been so forward as to be complained about! I suspect more embarrassment than anything - you are, of course, his beloved sister! I am surprised he has not asked to see me to threaten me!"

Her eyes flash with sudden anger. "If he dares, I will have his hide to use as a saddle cloth."

Faramir blinks and laughs.

"Eowyn! I'm sure he wouldn't mean it!"

"He might. He can be...over protective." She looks downright mulish for a moment, then sighs and shakes her head, the anger fading. "But I run ahead of myself. Hopefully he will have more sense. Though if he ever does threaten you thus, I pray you will not answer him, but instead redirect him to me that I may deal with the matter." Her smile is dangerous, and if such an event were to occur it is clear the King of Rohan would not be the better for the battle.

Faramir eyes her smile and laughs softly.

"I feel I should be protecting your brother, almost! I'm sure it won't come to that."

Her eyes gleam, and she grins at him. "Come not between a shieldmaiden and her foes, man of Gondor," she says, and now her tone is merry rather than dangerous. "Lest you become numbered amongst them! Though I, too, believe it will not come to that, if only because my brother knows better."

"Far be it from me to deny you your rightful prey!"

He laughs softly back at her.

"And I'm sure he does, growing up with you and loving you right well."

She kisses him lightly at that, glad of his instant acceptance of her nature as a warrior, for all that she can no longer use a sword. Such acceptance is too often hard-won, in her experience, and the way he has never questioned it is part of why she cares for him so deeply.

But a brief, almost chaste kiss is all that can be managed, for they are nearly at the doors of the Meduseld. Reluctantly, she squeezes his arm and then releases it, squaring her shoulders to face whatever is to come. "Let us hope you are right then, my love, and we are not to be too grately chided for behavior neither of us regrets."

They are almost immediately separated by respective errand-runners come to lead them to their various interviews, and there is no chance for further leave-taking. And then it is time to bathe and dress for the evening's feast, and they are not seated near enough each other for easy conversation, so it is many hours until they speak again, not until the feast tables are moved aside to make space for the dancing adn drinking and music that the Rohirrim love so well.

Faramir finds Eowyn leaning against one of the pillars afterwards, speaking to an elder lady who excuses herself (with a meaningful look and a hint of a smirk for Faramir) as he approaches. Eowyn herself has looked somewhere between annoyed and chastened all evening, the latter unusual for her, though she brightens a little to see Faramir. "My brother is a better strategist than I credited," she says, as though no time at all has passed since they last spoke.

"Let us hope so!" He agrees, and resigns himself to a long day parted from her. Still, the busy nature of the day is enough to ensure he has no time to dwell on missing her.

He smiles to see her, hurrying over and blinks curiously.

"How so?"

XD

Oh lord, the pranks they'll probably play in the run-up to the wedding...!

Faramir doesn't want to think about it!

Poor, poor Faramir. Though Beregond will probably keep thing from going *too* wild.

Faramir hopes so XD

He should be so lucky.

let him live in hope!

They probably won't go too far. Not by Rohan standards, anyway!

that is only very slightly reassuring XD

Count your blessings, Faramir. Should they have two weddings, one in each country?

I think they will have to, they're too noble to not XD

Oh Noes (bwhahaha more things to write!)

(all the torture!)

(however will we cope? I can't imagine)

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Poor, poor Faramir. Though Beregond will probably keep thing from going too wild.