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[theywhowait]

"Oh." he says in mock fear. "That sounds like a very nice threat."

[withoutswords]

She eyes him with proud reproach that is belied by the smile tugging at her mouth. "Do you mock me, man of Gondor?" she asks sternly, trying not to laugh. "Beware if so, or I will show you the mettle of a shieldmaiden of Rohan!"

[theywhowait]

"I would never dare." He says with grave sincerity and laughing eyes. "I would not wish to run afoul of such a bold warrior!"

[withoutswords]

She laughs again, takes another, lighter kiss, and returns to tending her horse and letting him tend his. The sooner their horses are settled, the sooner they might go inside and begin putting some of these notions into practice.

[theywhowait]

Faramir checks Mithlun for any cuts or scrapes, curries her til her coat shines, and ensures that she has just enough hay, before turning back to Eowyn.

"Shall we?"

[withoutswords]

She takes his arm, smiling up at him as they leave the stables, closing and bolting the doors behind them. "Indeed, my lord, we shall."

There is only a slight hint of double meaning to the way she emphasizes the words, for they are not done working yet. Both are hungry, for one thing. If all has happened as planned, a few swift Riders will have been here before them, to lay in some stock of supplies: fresh fruit and vegetables, bread, dairy. Meat and fish they may get themselves come the morning if they wish--though Eowyn still has other hopes for the day...

But Eomer has outdone himself. A wealth of foodstuffs are waiting for them in pantry, enough for a week and more, neatly stowed next to the cooking supplies. She even sees a covered basket that smells suspiciously like honey-cake. Eowyn knows the rest of the lodge will be as well stocked, with everything two people on their honeymoon might wish, and for a brief moment she is near tears, for she has the best and most considerate of brothers. It feels like receiving his blessing on her marriage anew, and she is glad of it.

[theywhowait]

He grins at her, leading her into the main house and then following her to investigate what has been laid in for them.

"Ah now, look at all of this!" he murmurs in wonder. "Does Eomer mean to feed an army?"

[withoutswords]

"Perhaps he thinks we will have an energetic time here, and be much in need of sustenence." She smiles, pleased and rueful, wrapping an arm around Faramir's waist and leaning against him.

[theywhowait]

Faramir wraps his own arm around her in turn with a low snort of laughter.

"Truly a thoughtful brother!" He says mirthfully, and kisses her softly. "Although for tonight, perhaps we can keep it relatively simple, so we do not take up too much time!"

[withoutswords]

"Oh? Had you plans?" She looks up at him, the faintest hint of a teasing smile on her face. "Ah, of course, I had forgotten: hauling buckets of water to heat."

[theywhowait]

"So many buckets" He nods solemnly, the effects entirely spoilt by the crinkle of his eyes. "And the hottest of baths that might be comfortably sat in!"

[withoutswords]

She does laugh at that. "Not that I would not enjoy a hot bath, but we will have many days we could use for such plans..." Her hand creeps lower, from his waist to his backside. "Could not it wait, while you tend to other matters?"

[theywhowait]

His eyebrow crooks up and he bends the small distance between them to kiss her, drawing her close in turn.

"Hmm." He says thoughtfully into her ear. "I do believe I can be convinced."

[withoutswords]

She shivers all over at his voice low in her ear, the warm feel of his breath seeming to fill her whole body and raise goosebumps on her skin. Her eyes are closed, and she sways against him. She tries to speak, licks her lips and tries again. "Possibly we...should have supper, first..."

She does not sound wholly convinced.

[theywhowait]

"I suppose I might be hungry..." He teases, drawing away slowly, trailing kisses on her cheek.

[withoutswords]

"Tease," she whispers, low and fervent, giving him a look heated as much by frustration as desire. She knows full well that it would be better if they ate first; something quick and simple, as he said but a moment before. And yet...it is hard to persuade herself to move away from him. Even knowing that they will have all the time they want to spend on each other afterwards.

[theywhowait]

He kisses her again, needy and yet...

"Time to get to work then." He says and mischievsouly pulls away and turns to dart off.

[withoutswords]

She tastes his own desire in his mouth before he breaks away. Eowyn makes a frustrated noise and thwacks him lightly on the backside as he turns. "Then mind that you are quick about it! Or I will tease you in turn, until you regret it heartily."

[theywhowait]

"Ouch!" He laments with a laugh as he 'flees' from her into the kitchen.

"My lady is a slavedriver!"

[withoutswords]

"For that insult, you may prepare the food, while I see to the house!" she fires at his retreating back.

[theywhowait]

He laughs as he flees, but heads obligingly to the kitchen to see about cudgelling them something from the masses and masses of food Eomer has left to them.

"I will try to be swift, so as not to tax your patience!" He calls back to her.

[withoutswords]

"See that you are!"

Eowyn looks over the rest of the lodge, and notes with approval that everything is as she might have ordered it herself: towels, blankets, soap...things kept here in storage have been brought out for use, fresh linens brought and aired, and all made ready. It occurs to her that too much has been done for her brother have managed it only today, and he likely foresaw their intention.

Smiling and shaking her head, Eowyn bestows the saddlebags she and Faramir brought with them, unpacking what clothes and necessities they brought and stowing them appropriately. She also takes the time to wash the day's journey a little from her skin, or at least her hands and face, and to change out of her riding clothes.

None of it takes long, and when she returns downstairs she is wearing a long, warm woolen robe in a creamy color a few shades darker than her hair. "Well, my husband?" she asks, leaning in the doorway. "Have you vanquished the pantry?"

[theywhowait]

Faramir is not great cook, but a ranger must be able to at least make do in the wilds, and Eomer has not exactly been skimping on his provisions!

He looks around and settles on a basic stew, something that he can put together swiftly but that should be nutritious and tasty. His eyes are a little red as they light approvingly on her, for he had been chopping onions.

"I think I might have done!"

(there's a matching robe for him if he wants one. Wedding gift)

[withoutswords]

Eowyn smiles warmly, walking to join him. "I am glad to have a husband who does not think it beneath him to manage a meal," she says approvingly. She already knew this about him, but it is worth mentioning anew.

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "Go tend yourself for a time, if you wish, while I keep an eye on this." Though there is not so much to do, aside from stir it now and then and be sure it does not burn on the borrom.

dawwwwwwwww

[theywhowait]

"No fine dining, I fear!" He smiles back at her and eyes the pot.

"But at the least I can manage this much." He hands her the spoon. "It should need no more than watching to make sure it does not burn. I will be back shortly!"

A quick scrub to wash the travelling dust off, and he reappears. "Your brother is very generous! I found me a robe for myself, also!"