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Dignity is overrated. ;)
Which she does. Small tales, simple ones. The flat area where she fought her earliest duels with Eomer (using sticks rather than swords), or a place where she painstakingly carved her name into the rock with her dagger (ruining the point entirely). She had expected to feel wistful here, for quite likely this is the last she will come here for many years. But she is too busy seeing it through Faramir's eyes.
And herself also, for he spends nearly as much time looking at her, and she at him, and they remain handfast all the while.
sssh we musn't betray that secret to the plebs
He eyes the spot where she carved her name and grins at her, taking out his own dagger to carve his initials below hers.
"There. And now we both have ruined daggers doing the same."
but it'd save everybody so much time! ...and what would his initials be? /genuinely curious
Then she turns to Faramir, reaches up and caresses his face just as lightly. When her fingers reach his mouth she leans forward and kisses him, her heart too full for words.
Hm, I suspects something like F*D
Tempted to write a fic where Eomer later finds this, I should figure that out.
obviously I would not be opposed to this XD
Yay!
XD
"Oh Eowyn! I never thought to know such bliss."
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It's another interesting point about this hill: you can see for miles. Chances of being caught unawares are extremely unlikely.
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"Ulterior motives, my lady?"
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"I would be very surprised if it had not. But..." He breathes deep and kisses her gently. "... do you wish to wed me, Eowyn, as the First Elves did, under the sky in Eru's name? Or are we just enjoying the time spent together?"
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Unable to find words, she buries her head in his chest. Clearly, for all her spirited boldness, she has not thought things through quite so far as she has intimated.
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"I see you had not quite thought that far ahead." He kisses the crown of golden hair in his arms. "But I did not... wish to assume too much, or too little. And we are alone, after all."
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"And yet..." She pulls away a little, looking up at him with wide, serious eyes. "You have ever followed my lead, in this," Eowyn says slowly. "You have shown both gentleness and restraint, and I love you all the more for it. But I do not know what it is you want, if you would prefer to--" She flushes a little again, and takes a breath. "To wait until we are wed proper, for all to see and know, or to have some more...more private celebration. Or even if you would prefer to have a mattress!"
She laughs a little with that last addition. Her hands are pressed to his chest, and she looks unusually vulnerable in this moment, much more her age. Not the bold shieldmaiden, but a young woman unsure of herself.
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"I have, for I would not have any say that I acted out of turn. I... would not mind, obviously, for I love you dearly, and the wait chafes at me as much as at you. Your brother would be wroth, perhaps, but we need not speak of it to him, especially as we both know we will have to be wed before the eyes of our peoples at some point.
But I do confess a mattress would probably be more comfortable! Not necessary but... beneficial."
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For that is...disappointing, truthfully, and does not seem to match his claim that he is impatient. Much less that he is as impatient as she is.
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"If you would rather I did not press you quite so much, then I will not." She flushes a little. "While I said before I had not thought that far ahead, it would be more accurate to say I had not planned so far, for I have certainly thought of it, and often. But I would not plan such without your knowledge and consent. I know I am...apt to get carried away, in the heat of the moment, far more than I ever thought I would during the months we were parted. But I can be restrained if it is needed, if you truly believe our positions and honor call for it."
She would not be happy about it, it is obvious, not when their time together is so short and has been so hard won. Half a year remains until they can be wed. But she likes the idea that she has pushed him more than he wishes even less, and the feeling that she does not know what he wants almost as little.
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"Tis not that I mind that you press." He says thoughtfully. "Indeed, it is a terribly nice boon to my ego that you think of me that way. Were we anything other than what we are, I would likely have bedded you already! I think you know how close my control has skirted at times. You are beautiful Eowyn, strong and wild and free. I feel forever lost when I look at you, and to see you look at me the way you do... it taxes my control sorely. But we are as we are, and people... talk. I do not wish that for you."
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She shrugs a little. "Besides, I think people will talk regardless of what we do or do not do, because we are as we are. It does not trouble me. Be troubled on your own behalf if you wish, but not mine, for I do not care what is said. But still I will try not to press you so hard as I have done, for I would rather you lie with me because you wish it as much as I do, and not because I have worn down all your defenses."
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"Forgive me, for I fear my tongue runs away with me in your presence, so truly do you enchant me! But I will... be good."
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She leaves the sentence unfinished, blushing. "Well. You may be assured that when I am, I will tell you so directly, so you need not wonder. And then we shall see what we may see. But my only intention now was to enjoy your company. And, I will admit, your kisses, for I hope you will not deny me those."
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He is so sweet.
he tries!
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sorry/not sorry the sad truth is that while sex is awesome it's also inherently absurd
loooooooooool
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Someday he'll stop being shocked by her, but really not this day...
probably not until they're old and grey XD
She thinks it's hilarious/adorable. Prudish Gondorian. ;)
looooooool of course she does. He just huffs at her
She loves him? Honest? Even if he's a prudish Gondorian? ;)
he is glad that she does!!
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I kinda want to give them a bunch of smut to study. Here, dears: learn.
looooooooool
he is such an adorable nerd though.
He says thanks XD
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I was going to be mean and more realistic but eh.
lol
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I rather suspect we're coming to an end in this XD did you have anything else you wanted to do?
Siiigh, it'd be more of the same...end this, do the wedding? or wedding night ;)
mwahaha yes time for the wedding... and ESPECIALLY the wedding night
Let's gloss over the wedding somewhat because inventing the whole ceremony would be haaaaard
an excellent idea
Phew. Are we done with this visit, then?
I think so, yes!
Continue here or start a new thread?
hmmm we could continue here?
Why not? Shall we timeskip right to the wedding or to his re-arrival?
hmmmm let's go wedding!
Your wish is my command!
/chinhands at this happily I feel I abuse your ability to write /sighs happily
You kidding? That "a father, a brother, a cousin, a king" made me sob out loud, augh!!
I am inspired by you!
Take some credit, darn it!
Lol ok
hooray, we both rock, good conclusion.
=D <3
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