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From:

withoutswords

She smiles, clasping his hand as she stands and moves towards him, bending to kiss the top of his head. "Go attend to thy duty, love, and I shall attend to mine. Then we can meet at midday with clear conscience, and perhaps walk in the orchard this afternoon. Will that suit?"

From:

theywhowait

He lifts her hands and kisses both palms, one after the other, and smiles at her.

"My lady speaks both wisdom and my heart's desire, and I will heed thee! To our duties then, and I will meet you in the orchard with a luncheon meal?"

From:

withoutswords

"If it is not too cold," she agrees. "Though after a morning in the gardens I may prefer to have our midday meal somewhere more warm. We shall see! At any rate I shall meet thee, at noontide."

Another kiss and an embrace follow; they have been married nearly two years by now, but are no less fond of each other's company. With that thought in mind Eowyn leaves for the gardens with a light heart, despite her troubled sleep and unruly stomach.

The latter continues to plague her for a time, but has settled itself by the time she and Faramir meet again, and she eats a hearty lunch (inside, alas, though informally so) as though to make up for her missed breakfast. They talk and tease as always, discussing the duties they share equally between them, and Eowyn knows she is content.

But later that evening she once more feels unwell, and finally loses the battle she's waged off and on throughout the day to keep from retching. To her private relief Faramir is not with her at the time to witness her discomfort; much as she loves him, there are some things better done alone. One of the maids is nearby, however, and Eowyn reluctantly agrees to go to bed early and allow the girl to inform her lord of what has transpired. In truth she is more tired than usual, no doubt because of the difficult night before.

From:

theywhowait

He had been in his study just adjoining their bedchamber, finishing off the paperwork to start afresh the next morn, when the news reaches him, and he sets everything aside to hurry to her.

"Eowyn? Love are you well? Perhaps you are coming down with something..."

From:

withoutswords

Eowyn has not come directly to their bedchamber, instead stopping by the kitchens to request a mug of mint tea to take with her, so she meets her lord at the door. She smiles when she sees him, though it is tempered by a fond exasperation.

"Don't concern yourself so," she chides. "I am but a little unwell. No doubt due to not resting well last night, which I will amend."

From:

theywhowait

He relaxes sheepishly at her chiding.

"Forgive me for the nagging! I only worry. But you are the healer, not I! So I will trust to your judgement. Are you tired now? We could adjourn to bed early."

From:

withoutswords

"I am tired," she admits ruefully, "and will find it little hardship to take an early night for once. But if you are yet awake you need not join me yet, if you do not wish it. I know how tedious it is to lie in a bed and yet be unable to sleep!"

From:

theywhowait

He kisses her gently.

"Then go to bed, my love, and I will finish off the paperwork before I come to bed. I will not be long!"

From:

withoutswords

She accepts both kiss and promise gladly. Many noble couples keep their own chambers, but they have never yet done so, and she has no wish for it. Even if it means he will wake her when he joins her later on, it is worth it.

As it turns out she is already sleeping lightly when he does eventually arrive, and does little more than sigh peacefully as he slips into the bed and kisses her hair before fitting himself alongside her.

Her sleep is dreamless, but the next morning she wakes early again (though not so violently as the previous morn), still unsettled. Again she shrugs it off, eats lightly, goes about her work despite it. The feeling comes and goes but does not pass.

Things continue in this manner for several days, and Eowyn grows more and more irritated by it. She is not so fond of mint tea as to enjoy drinking it by the bucket, as she now seems required to do! She complains as much to one of the other healers in the Hall, who gives her a shrewd look and asks a few pointed questions that leave Eowyn openmouthed for a moment, gaping with astonishment and realization.

She saddles Windfola and takes him for a short ride on the plain outside Emyn Arnen, taking no one with her (except for the guard, who of course follow at a discreet distance). She always does her best thinking when on horseback, but she cannot pull her scattered thoughts together even with Windfola's help.

Finally, near sunset, she goes in search of Faramir. They often meet to watch the sun set together in private before joining the rest of the household for the evening meal. He finds her pacing and restless, as she always is when something is weighing on her mind.

From:

theywhowait

Farammir has been hovering, although he tries not to. She is clearly not doing well, but he trusts that she knows the best way to manage. It just... makes him twitch.

Seeing her pace makes him just as jittery, and he comes hurrying over, to catch her hands in his.

"Eowyn? Beloved, what is wrong?"

From:

withoutswords

Things have been a little more strained than usual between them for the past day or so, for Éowyn is quickly annoyed when she is being hovered over, even though she knows his worry is but a reflection of Faramir's deep love for her. She has attempted to be patient with it but that patience has been much tested.

Despite this when he appears and catches her hands, she is quick to embrace him, leaning her head on his chest and closing her eyes. His heartbeat is quick and strong against her ear.

It takes a few moments for her to find any words, and her mouth is dry. She swallows a few times, then pulls a little away, looking up at him. "My lord, there is some work that needs to be done on the house." Another swallow, another deep breath. Her hands hold hard on to his. "For we will have need of a nursery."

From:

theywhowait

He pulls her into his arms and buries his face in her hair, as always marveling at how easily they fit together.

He blinks at her. "Another project? Well with most of the fields and orchards now tended to, I don't see that it will be a ... wait. Did you say... nursery?"

His mouth opens in a "O" of surprise, "A nursery, that is, for a baby...? Are you...? Is that....?"

From:

withoutswords

She has never before seen him stutter, or be lost for words. Not even when he was courting her. Later, when she remembers this moment, it will be a source of great amusement to her. Right now she is still too dazed by the enormity of the event to comprehend it, and well understands his reaction. "In seven months or so, as best I can estimate." She lets out a small breath that could almost be a laugh. "We have been so busy, I had not noticed--and then I did not think--"

The sentences trail off into nothing. Her hands still hold his tight, and they tremble a little.

From:

theywhowait

"Seven..." He mumbles, dazed. "But... we need to design the room... and... a cot... baby clothes! We'll need baby clothes...."

His hands are also shaky but he laughs, sudden and bright, and kisses her.

"Eowyn, we're going to be parents!"

From:

withoutswords

A look of incredulity crosses her face as he babbles about baby clothes, and then she cannot hold back her laughter. Mirth bubbles into their kiss, and after it, and her face is radiant as she watches joy bloom in his eyes. Her heart is too full for more speech, so she kisses him again instead.

From:

theywhowait

He lifts her up and spins in a joyful, breathless circle.

"Parents! Oh Eowyn, thank you!"

From:

withoutswords

She laughs, her arms around his neck, dizzy from joy and spinning. "You are as responsible as I! I could hardly have done it alone!"

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From:

theywhowait

"Well, a bit! But it is mostly you doing the hard work!"

His eyes are bright with love.

From:

withoutswords

"A bit? I remember there was more to it than that." She kisses him again when he puts her back on her feet. "Though I do not relish the idea of more weeks like the last, at least I now know there will be an outcome worth the effort."

From:

theywhowait

"I am glad my efforts were appreciated!" He grins. "Even if this was not the consciously planned outcome!"

He cradles her close. "Will the sickness persist long?"

From:

withoutswords

"Your efforts were certainly appreciated, as they always are." Her voice is lower for that, and she kisses him soundly, a reminder of the activities that ultimately caused this joyous situation.

She stands content in his arms, his cloak wrapped half around her. "Some weeks or months, unfortunately. Or perhaps longer, it varies. But at least now that we know the cause there are some steps I may take to ease things a little. Though there will be more to come." She sighs, leaning her head against his chest. "I hope Windfola will be willing to tolerate the extra weight."

From:

theywhowait

"I certainly hope so."

He manages as they break apart, slightly breathless as always.

"That is a pity - do let me know if there is anything I can do to help? But Windfola, I think, will likely be delighted to know he carries his lady's babe!"

From:

withoutswords

She raises an eloquent eyebrow. "You can help by promising to cease this hovering anxiety, for if I must put up with it for seven months I fear I may slay you myself and leave our babe fatherless."

No, of course she would not. But it is vexing to be so closely and constantly watched, even by her beloved lord.

From:

theywhowait

He flushes, embarrassed.

"Ah. You've caught me out! Forgive men my love. I will try not to fuss!"

From:

withoutswords

Her face clears, and she smiles broadly before kissing him once more, leaning against him. Truthfully she does not believe he will succeeding in keeping this promise so well as she would like or as he intends, particularly not as her time draws near, but the effort will be appreciated all the same.

After some time she draws apart a little, resting her head on his shoulder and looking out at the sunset. "It hardly seems real to me, in truth. I cannot fully encompass the idea."