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"mph" Faramir mumbles sleepily into her shoulder. "Blanket. Right." He reaches over and tries to grab it without moving.

Eowyn laughs and stretches, which dislodges his somewhat, but she can reach the blanket and cover them both. She lets him settle back against her and lies there, looking up at the sunlight between the leaves as she plays with his hair, while he lies pillowed on her shoulder. "And I thought it was I who was supposed to need more rest, given my condition," she murmurs quietly, amused.

He grumbles at her half-heartedly but subsides swiftly.

"You quite wear me out, my Shieldmaiden!"

"It was your idea." She kisses his forehead. "Not that I mind. That, or this." Her voice is low and soothing, and from the way she caresses his hair, his falling asleep on her is entirely welcome. Appropriate, even, as she did the same to him last night.

"Mm, I should have good ideas like this more often, then." He says with drowsy content, nuzzling against her as he drops off.

A month later, on the anniversary of the day Faramir stood next to Éowyn on a wall high above Minas Tirith and asked if she did not live him, finds Faramir having kept his promise: a precious few days' holiday on their own. There is another month yet before they travel to Edoras, and Faramir has had to work all the harder to earn this respite, but for this moment they may enjoy themselves to the hilt.

Éowyn is over three months pregnant by now, and it has not been easy. The nausea is finally easing a little, but she has lost some weight because of it, and been much fatigued and irritable--not least because of the frustration at her body being so out of her own control. But things are easing, and the healers claim the next few months will continue to be easier, so she has tried to take heart.

And at this moment she is standing in a lake, clad only in a shift, waiting for Faramir to join her. The white shift clings to her form, and very clearly shows the new swell of her belly where the babe grows. "Are you not joining me?" she calls, teasing. "For this water is cold, and I had thought I had a husband to keep me warm."

They have both been busy, for the life of their fief does not stop for their leisure. This time has been planned for as best they can, and eagerly anticipated, and Faramir takes the time to admire his wife.

"I am enjoying the view!" He calls back with a laugh, setting out the last of the picnic and removing his own tunic.

"Enjoy it from closer by, I pray you!" she calls back, splashing a little in his direction (to no effect, as he is not yet even in the water). She watches with open affection and pleasure as he disrobes. Two years of marriage has not dimmed her enthusiasm for his body even slightly.

"Impatient!" He laughs and sloshes in to join her, catching her to kiss her.

"But there, I am here."

"How could I be otherwise, with such reward to look forward to?" She laughs, flinging wet arms around him and returning the kiss with enthusiasm. She hikes up one of her legs around his also, under the water, enjoying the playfulness of it.

He kisses back with equal enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around her, if a little awkwardly, now.

"Are you trying to drag me under, wife?" He protests the leg laughing as he wobbles.

Her eyes go wide. "Of course not," she demurs, twining her arms around his neck. "For if I were..."

And at that she hikes herself up, climbing him and wrapping legs around his waist so he is forced to hold her in place, unless her manuever unbalances them both and lands them in the water. "You would know!"

"Eowyn!" He yelps, laughing and wobbling as he balances her, flailing as he struggles to keep his balance.

"You scoundrel." He accuses fondly and kisses her.

Not for the first time, Eowyn is glad her husband is strong. Holding her up is no difficult feat for him, even preoccupied as they soon both are. For of course she returns his kiss in earnest, her tongue darting against his, loosening her grip around his neck to run wet fingers through his still-dry hair. She is more than a little damp, and her wet shift clings to her skin.

She can feel his interest stirring, pressed close against him as she is, and his laughter rumbles in his chest, pressed against hers.

"You are truly insatiable, my wife." He tells her in between kisses.

She chuckles against his mouth. "I? What have I done, but to embrace my husband? Perhaps it is you who cannot be satisfied." She moves a little against him, teasing, then kisses him again and unlooses her legs so she can stand once more. "But we were going to swim."

"If I am, tis because my wife is far too tempting!" He retorts and pouts a little at her with a smile.

"Were we? I forget."

"Or you too easily beguiled!" She lowers herself back into the water, standing once more on her own feet, though still within his embrace. "And forgetful too. We stand in a lake; what else would we be doing in such waters?"

"It must be because my wife is far too lovely!" He laughs.

"I hear that some folk just float." He suggests merrily.

"We will see if you still think so in a few months, when I am twice this size!" She rubs her nose against his playfully. "Perhaps then you will be less easily distracted from your purpose. And floating is much the same as swimming but with less movement, so I think your argument a foolish one."

"You will always be lovely - and I don't just say that because you carry my child!"

He tilts his head and kisses her nose, one hand curving fondly over the curve of her belly.

"You will always be my favourite distraction."

Her gaze softens a little, and she kisses him once more. "I thank you for your certainty, on both those counts." Her hand reaches to covers his where it rests on the swell of her abdomen. "Though I think it possible our child may distract you even more than I, once it is here. I look forward to seeing."

"This is true - a possibility worth considering! But even so, I find it difficult to believe any could take your place."

He smiles at her.

"Not my place." She smiles, an expression confident and even serene, running a finger along his mouth. "I know none could do that, for I alone am your wife and helpmeet, as you are my husband, and that will not change. But a child is an eclipse, or so I am told. Or perhaps an earthquake, to leave all things shifted in its arrival." She chuckles a little. "And you will not need to spend time warning me not to touch hot irons or avoid deep water, as we will him!"

"A very small earthquake, I hope!"

He grins at her.

"But tis true, there will be none to replace you. Of course we are hoping for more than one eventually so perhaps a series of earthquakes!"

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Alas, I think we're coming to the end of this one too. The holiday they mention, or baby time?

hm, both have possibilities... possibly baby would be more interesting - your thoughts?

take much more pregnant Eowyn swimming first, then skip to baby?

ooh yes!

Right QUICK PHONE TAG BS SCENE CHANGE

XD

she's conveniently in the honeymoon phase of pregnancy. Appropriate.

lol

She's going to haaaaaaate the last few months.

poor Eowyn! Faramir will massage her back

if she doesn't kill him for hovering overprotectiveness

lol he will try not to but....

But he will fail. Yes?

oh yes XD

hope she doesn't kill him

XD He will do his best not to provoke her that far /massages her feet

Smart man.

He tries!

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