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[theywhowait]

"Well, we want them to be happy - is that not a good reason?"

He teases but nods.

"Having said that, there is no reason why we cannot begin the construction now - if they will be close to our family rooms, then so much the better."

He kisses her again.

"As do I. Alas that we were born to rulership, milady! Just think, if I had been but a common soldier, and you a simple Rider, we could have a little cottage of our own, far from such burdens..."

Hooray!

[withoutswords]

"I do not think either of us could have been content with such," Eowyn says thoughtfully, after a moment. She has always been a daughter of kings; imagining a simpler life is difficult. "I have perhaps too much pride. And you, too great a sense of responsibility. I cannot imagine us as other than we are, for we would be so different we would be other people entirely. And we would still have other burdens, though they would be of less influence. But perhaps we might take a day or two, once a year, to visit such a cottage and pretend, if it would amuse you."

[theywhowait]

"Probably not." He admits with a wry smile. "It is an amusing dream, perhaps, but I cannot see you as anything other than a Shieldmaiden of Rohan, wild and free. Perhaps it might be fun, when we are less busy."

He's already making plans to see if he can do this. Their anniversary, maybe....

[withoutswords]

She squeezes his hand again. "But I am no longer a shieldmaiden," she reminds him. "And as you make your plans, for I know that look on your face, do not forget that you have also promised to teach me to sail."

[theywhowait]

"You will always be my shieldmaiden." He grins at her boyishly.

"I have not forgotten! I was thinking we could go to Dol Amroth once the house is finished. A holiday, as a reward for our hard work?"

[withoutswords]

There is no help for it, she has to kiss him again for that. "So I am," she murmurs against his mouth, smiling. "And I would very much like to see Dol Amroth, and spend more time with your uncle Imrahil's family, and get to know your cousin. I have never seen the sea. That would be a fine reward indeed for our efforts."

[theywhowait]

"We shall have to remedy that then." He kisses her back, peppering fond kisses over her cheeks.

"You'll like Lothiriel, she's younger than you but just as free spirited. A little spoilt, being the baby, but a good heart. Amrothos wants to meet you too, he keeps writing to me about all the things your brother told him while they were on campaign and demanding to know if they are true!"

[withoutswords]

She sighs happily as she accepts the kisses, wrapping her arms around him. Their progress as they walk towards Eryn Arnen is slow indeed, given how they keep stopping to be affectionate. Hopefully their people will be patient with their new lord and lady.

"I hope I will not need to tell the story myself, in order for him to believe it." Eowyn has made some peace with her deeds, but she still has no wish to speak of the Witch King of Angmar, though she can listen to others tell the tale calmly enough. Already there are songs written. She is healed enough to find it somewhat amusing, if not as glorious as she once believed it would be. Her sleep is unshadowed now, with Faramir lying beside her, and when nightmares do wake her in the night he is always there to soothe her. As she does for him, for he has his own dark dreams. She is more than content with that.

[theywhowait]

They are but newly wed, after all, and Faramir feels that if his people cannot have some patience with their besotted lord, then they should probably not agreed to have come.

"I do not think even Amrothos would be so rude as to ask that of you - I think he just wants to meet you! Mind, I do not know if Eomer told him tales of you only as Shieldmaiden, or if he included tales of your childhood!"

[withoutswords]

"I am sure he will have, and picked the ones in which I am most ridiculous." He will do it out of love, because such tales amuse him, even if it means he will have to face her wrath afterwards. "Fortunately I can easily retaliate with tales of his foolishness when he was younger." She grins at Faramir. "And perhaps Amrothos might tell me tales of you!"

[theywhowait]

"Such is the province of brothers." He agrees wryly. "Boromir did the same."

He makes a face of mock horror. "You would side with me against my own cousin?"

[withoutswords]

"Not against," she demurs, though her smile is not to be trusted. "I merely wish to learn more of my new husband. Surely that is no great matter."

[theywhowait]

"While true," He allows, eyeing her suspciciously, "I fear nefarious ends!"

[withoutswords]

"Surely my lord has no misdeeds in his long-distant past to shame him?" Her eyes twinkle. "What could I possibly learn, to do a mischief with?"

[theywhowait]

He tugs her hair playfully.

"My past is as pure as your own." He says with mock severity. "I merely fear my rambunctious cousins will seek to lure you away!"

[withoutswords]

"Do you not trust me?" She looks up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, except for the curl of a smile at the corner of her mouth, which gives her away.

[theywhowait]

"I trust you to be Eowyn, who already knows me far too well!"

He laughs softly at the look in her eyes.

[withoutswords]

"No such matter, for I intend to spend all the rest of our lives in knowing you better," she retorts, the impish edge to her smile breaking loose.

[theywhowait]

"Oh, well I suppose I cannot argue with that!" He laughs and bends to kiss the smile away.

[withoutswords]

This kiss she makes linger, for they are nearly at their destination, and it will be the last for some little while. She will be single-minded when attending to her duties as this place's liege lady, and besides is most curious to see what their new home is like, what promises it has that they might build upon.

When she does finally pull away she is still smiling. "Then we should begin."

[theywhowait]

That indulgence he is perfectly content to prolong himself, and he lets her pull back reluctantly.

"I suppose we should."

He cannot help smile at her. "The soonest started, the soonest finished, as Master Samwise would say."

[withoutswords]

"It will be difficult to finish a task that will take the full span of our lives." She squeezes his hands. "But I look forward to all of it." Her smile turns a bit impish. "And the sooner we start, the sooner we might retire this evening, to our first real bed in several weeks!"

With all that implies, obviously.

[theywhowait]

"Well, I assume Master Sam wasn't thinking of ruling a demense! But we can, at least, finish our Hall." He laughs at her small.

"A real bed! I must be growing soft, for the thought does appeal. A real bed, with a door that may be shut against prying eyes."

[withoutswords]

"The Hall first," she agrees. "With particular care towards the guest rooms, just in case. And to our own room if we find it lacking in anything. Though for today a real bed and a door that can be shut will be enough, so long as there are also walls to block out any noise. From within or without."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and suggestion. They are newly wed, after all, and enthusiastic in certain regards. And it is so tedious to constantly need to have a care for your guardsmen's ears.

[theywhowait]

"I think we should make sure the bed is properly built." Faramir agrees solemnly with a twinkle. "And the walls should be of adequate thickness, and the windows likewise. If we know what things need changing in our own room, we will be better able to tend to the needs of our guests!"