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[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!"

[withoutswords]

"It will indeed be important to check that the bed is sound," she agrees, matching his mock-gravity. "That it will not collapse in the night, nor be too cold or too warm, or too small. We would be he worst of hosts if we offered our guests inadequate beds. Perhaps we will need to check them all."

[theywhowait]

"That might be wisest." He nods. "And, after all, even if our room is sound, we should make sure the same is true for all our guests, as well!"

[withoutswords]

Mirth overtakes her at this, the mischief of what they're discussing overwhelming her, and she laughs and reaches up to pull him down for one more last kiss (truly the last for a while this time, she promises herself).

She is still laughing when she pulls away. "I shall be giggling like a naughty child all through the tour of our new home, thinking of this," she says, not much repentant. "Sad thanks for those who have worked so hard on our behalf!"

[theywhowait]

He is only too pleased to kiss her back, and since they will have to behave shortly, cannot resist picking her up a little, as they part.

"I am sure your self control is better than that! Besides, I am sure our workers would be glad to know their labour is so well... appreciated."

[withoutswords]

"Not where you are concerned." Which is demonstrably true, as this entire walk has shown. "And somehow I do not think they will feel their work must be tested quite so thoroughly. And if you do not stop teasing me I may need to retrace our steps a little and pull you down onto the field and kiss you enough that you are satisfied and will cease being so distracting, so mind yourself."

Not an idle threat, from Eowyn.