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[withoutswords]

"We neither of us can rush anything, for the babe will come in its own time, whatever we wish." She sounds a little rueful, forseeing a long seven months of having her own wishes overturned by her body's limitations. "I hope I will have the patience for it, and that you will have patience with me in the meantime."

She touches his face. "But your delight brings me delight. And I cannot deny that I too have sometimes longed for such a child, even if I am caught by surprise now." She smiles. "I hope it will have your eyes, clear and far-seeing."

[theywhowait]

"True enough." He holds her close.

"I am sure you will - as equally sure as that the process will test your patience - and mine! - at times. But this is only another time of battle, eh? And I have never known you not to do well at everything you have put your mind to."

He laughs. "And I hope it has yours, bright and full of life!"

[withoutswords]

Only another battle. She brightens at once at the phrase, some of her usual steel returning. It helps to think of it in such terms, instead of as a strange, unknown process in which she is inexperienced.

"Always you have a gift for knowing what to say." She kisses him sweetly. "If I did not love you so much for it, I think it would be maddening!" She kissed him again. "You will be the best of fathers, that is certain."

[theywhowait]

He laughs softly, happy to return her kisses.

"I say only what I see, as you well know! And I will do my level best to live up to your expectations!"

[withoutswords]

"But you see further than most. All know that."

She looks deep into his eyes as she says it, caught as always by the well of emotion and understanding in their depths. Even on the first day they met, his gaze was arresting, piercing through her unrest and grief. "I love your eyes," she murmurs, unaware that the words have been spoken aloud. She spoke truly, before; she deeply hopes any child they have inherits them.

[theywhowait]

"Do I?" He reaches up to brush against her cheek fondly.

"I don't always think so, myself. I do like to think I try." He tips his head to kiss her softly.

"And I like yours!"

[withoutswords]

"You know full well you do, my love," she chides lightly. "You saw through me clearly even from the first moment we met, and I am daily grateful for it." Her arm wraps around his waist, pulling him closer.

[theywhowait]

He nuzzles against her.

"My dear Eowyn, some would argue you are terribly biased! But I am very pleased you think so, all the same."

He pulls her just as close himself.

small timeskip seemed good, pardon while I BS, yadda yadda

[withoutswords]

She nuzzles right back. "And some would argue that you are too modest."

It is an old, fond argument between them now, and between that and affection they are kept more than busy until the sun is fully set and it is time to join the rest of the household for the evening meal. Both Eowyn and Faramir eschew greater formality unless called for, and all the house eats together in the large room set aside for the task. On some nights the two of them keep to themselves for a more private meal, but tonight Eowyn finds herself glad of the distraction of greater company. Her thoughts are still whirling.

They make no announcements; she has no doubt the news will spread quickly enough regardless, but wishes more time to get used to the idea. And more time for the babe to grow, for miscarriages are not uncommon, and she is new to this.

Usually their evenings after dinner are free, unless work intrudes or they have guests. But neither is the case at the moment, and without needing to consult they find their way to the library, a favorite place for spending the evening in talking or reading or playing chess. Eowyn sits on the couch, holding a book of Hobbit poetry (a gift from Merry, recently arrived), but not really seeing it, obviously still distracted.

give me all your BS /chinhands

[theywhowait]

He laughs fondly and lets the argument lie, content with things as they stand. He says nothing, makes no annoucement, but if he is rather pleased with himself at the moment, who can blame him. Still, in the evening he comes to sit beside her, rather than opposite, as they sometimes do when they wish to read to each other.

"Will you tell me what is on your mind?" He rescues the book and draws her into his arms.

All of it? That's a lot of BS

[withoutswords]

She smiles briefly and lets herself be thus drawn, leaning against him comfortably. "All the things we cannot yet have answers to," she admits. "As if by wondering I might divine them somehow. Whether it will be a boy or a girl, what it will look like, whether it will have your temper or mine--"

She turns to flash a quick grin at him, for her temper is still more quick to flare than his. But her face settles into a more serious expression. "What sort of mother I will be. I do not have many clear memories of my own mother to use as an example, and some of those I have, I would not follow."

that's ok, we have time XD

[theywhowait]

He echoes the smile, for he has begun to daydream of the same, but as she sobers, so also does he.

"I think you will do well." He says slowly. "And what you do not know, we will learn together. I have no memories of my mother either, as you know, and I do not wish to be a father as my father became. We will both be fumbling in the dark, I think!"

[withoutswords]

The thought has impact, it seems; she had not yet remembered that he too had a parent he would not wish to emulate. "Husbands and wives have managed it since time began." She reaches up to stroke his hair. "We will manage, no doubt. But it is strange not to know how to begin."

[theywhowait]

"It is." He leans into her hand.

"I wish there were more that we could learn from, but it is not as if folk have written of their experiences! I suppose we could ask around and see if any of our people have advice?"

oh lord, imagine if he had access to the internet. He'd research *everything*.

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little. "I do not doubt we will have advice pressed upon us from all directions, whether we wish it or not." As had been her experience during their betrothal, in the days leading up to her wedding night...to say nothing of advice given to her about how to quicken a child's conception, none of which she had followed.

She laughs again, more fully, as another thought occurs to her. "Bema, I wish I could be there to witness Eomer's reaction when he hears."

he'd come back so traumatised! And also with random bits of useless information XD

[theywhowait]

"True! But hopefully some of it will be actually useful?"

He smiles, laughing with her.

"Are you going to wait to surprise him with the news, or write?"

ohhhhh yeah. "Eowyn, did you know that the octopus has three hearts?" "What's an octopus?"

[withoutswords]

"It could hardly be less so!" She laughs and leans her head back to kiss him a little. They had hardly needed advice (much less encouragement) on their wedding night. And the advice about how to conceive a child had been an endless run of folklore and superstition, which Eowyn had early on decided to accept graciously and then ignore. It would have taken her a year to try every suggestion, if she'd attempted them.

"I hardly know." She places a hand on her abdomen, wishing she could feel some evidence of the life growing there. "Wait a little, at least. It is not uncommon to miscarry before three months are passed. I should be at least that cautious." Even as she says it, she has an inkling of how devastating such an event would be, and swiftly moves on.

"But we are not to see him again for almost half a year. I do not think I can wait that long!" She curses suddenly. "Bema, by that point I will barely be able to move, I will be so round. We may have to alter our plans. A number of our plans. How strange, to reorganize our lives around something we cannot yet see!"

So true XD

[theywhowait]

"Ah, good point." He grimaces.

"Odd indeed! Although not all I think. We will see what comes and adjust accordingly. As you say, we will wait for a while. Did you want to give birth here or there did you know?"

oh look more bs, but I swear they'd do this

[withoutswords]

"Here." It is said firmly, with no doubt or hesitation whatsoever, even with some surprise. "This is our home, and I would have our child born nowhere else. Or in the Houses of Healing at Minas Tirith, at the least, should it come to pass while we are there."

It had not even occurred to her to pilgrimage back to Edoras for the childbirth, but she does not wish it. They are however often in Minas Tirith, for Faramir still has duties as Gondor's Steward and the king's counsellor, and Eowyn often accompanies him.

"Though there are a few traditions of my homeland I will wish to include, for the babe will be half of Rohan even if he is to be a prince of Ithilian thereafter." She considers, musing. "In the royal household we make sure a babe's first food is mare's milk, for example. I do not know if there are other traditions in Gondor."

quite possible!

[theywhowait]

Faramir kisses her fondly for her determination. "I too, would prefer the babe to be born here. We will have to do our best to see it done!"

He considers that thoughtfully.

"We may have a problem there, as none of our mares are in foal, yet. Hopefully some will be obliging! And we have no great traditions saving only that it is tradition, as it was for the Noldor of old, that the first name the child has is from the father, and then the mothername will come after, as she sees fit, although it has fallen out of fashion, these days, and few hold to that any longer. Some still refuse to name the child until after the first sennight, however, beliving it unlucky.

Nope strike that only during foaling time I am sleep-deprived. must not BS while sleepy

[withoutswords]

"Ensuring the babe is born here is easy enough," she says ruefully. "All I must do is refuse to travel anywhere else from my ninth month onwards, or perhaps a little earlier, and then he will have no choice!"

She turns her head and kisses him. It is a point on which they are agreed, on which their hopes had been well-founded and proven true: for all that she loves Edoras and he loves Minas Tirith, both are happiest when in Ithilien, in the home they've made.

"So you will get to name the child, despite my doing all the hard labour?" she teases. "That hardly seems fair."

lol

[theywhowait]

"We will have to do our travelling early, then!"

Faramir kisses her back fondly.

"I thought so! Father did not abide for that - mother named us both, although I do believe he had some say in the matter. But I think for the elves it comes down to the mothername have some prophetic impetus. I would prefer it if we could name the child together, myself."

shhh you saw nothing I never fail at logic

[withoutswords]

"We must plan sooner rather than later, then," Eowyn says dryly. "Rides across the Eastfold are not done lightly or without preparation, even during midsummer." The weather, at least, is in their favor. Their child will be born after the harvest, if all goes well. "And alas, we are not free to merely saddle our horses and ride off at a moment's notice, much as I would like to."

She considers Gondorian names. "I too would prefer a name we both choose," she agrees. "Not something out of the past, as you and your brother were named. Something more personal."

I saw nothing XD

[theywhowait]

"True." He smiles, hugging her. "And we should try and get out while it is still comfortable for you, I think. I suppose we should plan early."

He nods. "Hm. Well, I suppose we could pick a name for both a boy and one for a girl - not that we need to decide yet."

this is why you are the best

[withoutswords]

She leans back into the embrace, contentedly using him as a pillow, his breath stirring her hair. "Perhaps in...two months, or one if we can manage it. Could Aragorn spare you?" She still calls their king by the name she first knew him by, when they are in private, for they are on friendly terms with their liege-lord and his lady. "If we can go that soon, it would be fun to surprise my brother and see his reaction to our news in person. If we can keep him from becoming suspicious at why we have moved up the time of our journey by so much."

She could go alone (well, not alone, but without Faramir, which would feel much more alone), and has done once...but would much prefer not to.