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[theywhowait]

He smiles at her, leaning into her hand.

"Your own kindness was what drew me to you, the gentleness of your smile, the openess of your heart, that even in your pain you did not mock or send me away for my forwardness."

[withoutswords]

She returns his smile, though she looks dubious. "That cannot be so, my dearest heart. What kindness or gentleness could you have seen in me in those first minutes, or even those first days? I did naught but rail at my cage like a foolish child, begging to be given a horse and set loose, or at least allowed to see the measure of my captivity. Though I would never mock one who spoke in sincerity, nor send away one who spoke with truth."

Her smile turns more fond. "That drew me to you, even at the first--I could not doubt your honesty, in anything you said or did. You told me no falsehoods, not even kind ones meant to spare me pain. That, I valued. I still do."

[theywhowait]

"You were hurting and your world was cold and dark. Who would not rail against such constraints?" He points out. "And that you did not send me away told me all I needed to know about your kindness, for there have been many who would not have been so gentle with my fumbling."

[withoutswords]

"You were not so fumbling as you believe." Her expression is loving. "Your words were unexpected, but still they moved me, enough that even in my own sorrow I regretted that I could not give you the respite you so clearly deserved. Or thought I could not." She catches his hand and kisses it. "Never have I been so glad to have been proven wrong."

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her. "I think we can both say that we saw in each other beauty that we could not see in ourselves!"

[withoutswords]

Her eyes crinkle at the edges. "More than that--you showed me qualities in myself that I had not seen. And I have, I hope, done the same for you." She kisses his hand again, her mouth soft and warm on his skin. "How could I fail to accept you, with that being the case? A better basis for marriage I cannot imagine."

[theywhowait]

"Very much so." He smiles at her.

"You complete me, as I do you - filling the holes we neither of us realised were there."

[withoutswords]

"I knew. Always I was restless, impatient for I knew not what; always I longed for freedom without having a name for my cage. And now I am content beyond all my hopes or imaginings. My Faramir..."

She rolls over and sits up, scooting closer until she kneels before him and may frame his face in her hands, bowing her forehead against his. "Never have I known peace such as this."

[theywhowait]

He leans back against her, his hands reaching to gather her close.

"I had thought myself content, knowing my place, and my duty." He murmurs softly. "But joy I did not know, not until now. My Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

He pulls her onto his lap, and she fits herself there willingly, her long legs stretched out to the side and her arm sliding around him. "Beyond all things on this earth do I love thee, my heart," Eowyn murmurs in her own tongue, kissing his cheek, then his mouth. The sun is warm on their heads, bright against her closed eyes. "You are my light."

[theywhowait]

She's been teaching him her tongue, and Faramir has been a good student, but his accent is still halting as he answers her in the same.

"You are my joy."

[withoutswords]

Her language is gentled in his softer, Southern accent, and she loves the sound of it, the richness of his voice speaking her tongue. She shivers a little, this time not from cold, and kisses him intently before resting her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his neck and breathing in the scent of him, clean and sun-warmed.

[theywhowait]

"For as long as we both shall live, until the end of time." he promises her, and holds her close, marvelling at the feel of their babe between them.

[withoutswords]

"Beloved--" To her surprise there are suddenly tears in her eyes, and she turns his face and kisses him. Ridiculous to weep when she is happy, but being with child has caused such things to happen more often than is her wont. "I am blessed beyond all my imagining, that my life's path has led me to you, to this." She finds his hand and clasps it on her stomach, then suddenly gasps. "Oh!"

[theywhowait]

"We both are." He agrees, and gasps with her.

"What... Eowyn, was that the babe?"

[withoutswords]

"You felt it also?" She looks amazed. It was such a small thing, a fluttering, and yet she is sure she did not imagine it...

No sooner had she thought so far, then it happens again. Her eyes are wide with amazement. "It must be." She laughs, her face still wet with tears. "Perhaps he agrees with us?"

[theywhowait]

He kisses her, breathless in wonder.

"Or she does. Oh! And again!"

[withoutswords]

"Or she does," Eowyn agrees. She rests her hand on top of Faramir's as he searches for more such movements. A third flutter, and a fourth. "Westu hal, little one," she murmurs, awed.

[theywhowait]

"Hello little one." He echoes her.

Every flutter beneath their hands makes his breath catch in wonder, and he looks at Eowyn with shining eyes.

"It feels more real than ever. Oh! I can hardly wait."

should we skip ahead?

[withoutswords]

She caresses his face, smiling warmly at his open, unalloyed delight. "I think you will end in wanting as many children as possible, min heorte."

Re: should we skip ahead?

[theywhowait]

((ooc: yus!))

"Possibly." He grins at her, thoroughly besotted. "Of course, I might change my mind again after she is born!"

to when?

[withoutswords]

She chuckles and kisses him. "I hope you will be as enthused if she turns out to be a boy."

Re: to when?

[theywhowait]

((ooc: hmmm... do you want to go straight to the birth mebbe? Or later in the pregnancy?))

He kisses back, his hand tapping back at a kick.

"If he is a boy I will love him just as much, and pray very hard he doesn't take too much after his uncles!"

a little before the birth, so we can have some hovering. Can you start? Or I can if needed

[withoutswords]

She laughs at that idea--oh, Eomer will adore being an uncle, and Eowyn does not doubt Boromir would have been just as devoted. "Bema, prevent that," she agrees. "Though you need not tell Eomer I said so."

As if she won't tell him herself, later.

Re: a little before the birth, so we can have some hovering. Can you start? Or I can if needed

[theywhowait]

He laughs with her, and through the next months they dream and plan together and he waits on her every need.

But as the day approaches, his solicitiousness takes an anxious, hovering edge.