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[freo]

She doubts those same things herself, but similarly is hard-pressed to care. They may have more trouble finding a private spot here, but Èowyn likes to think that in return, their little escape is given a bit more leeway and leniency than in Minas Tirith, perhaps. She takes his proffered arm happily, holding on just as firm and giving him a smile that has a rather conspiratorial cast to it.

The bright summer nights have already started to darken this far into the season, but there is still enough glow of lightness even after sundown in the horizon for them to walk along unhindered, when they leave behind the lit braziers of the porch and pass under the shadow cast by the Hall proper, as they trek slowly along the side of the building. Too, the windows high up on the Hall's walls throw out some illumination from the fires and candelabra within.

It is almost rather romantic, to Èowyn's mind, coupled with a thrill of a secret (however dubious the secrecy) little tryst.

"Well, my lord. We are as alone as can be contrived, for the moment," she points out a little playfully, glancing sideways at him and admiring the warm light that plays upon his noble features, cast down from the window they happen to pass underneath just then. "I believe you said earlier something about greeting me more properly..."

[whattheydefend]

He needs no further invitation, having only waited this long from the certainty that she would prompt him in good time. With a small, delighted laugh he turns towards her, cupping her face in his hand. There is no need to tilt her mouth up to his, for she is willing and waiting when he takes the kiss they've both been thinking of for hours.

It begins chastely enough, a hard press of lips on lips, the scent of her breath filling his nostrils. If she deepens it he will follow suit gladly, but he leaves that choice to her. His other hand he keeps tightly clasped around hers, pressed between their chests, fingers entwined.

[freo]

No need at all, for Éowyn receives his kiss with a beatific smile that lingers even as his lips press against hers. Her free hand settles against his back, her arm curving around his middle as her other squeezes gently at his between them. She is not content with such chaste display for too long, however, not with how long they have already spent apart. Opening up, she parts her lips for him after a moment and darts her tongue along his bottom lip in invitation.

[whattheydefend]

He gladly opens his mouth to hers, relaxing further into the embrace, his hand slipping from her face to her shoulder, then around her in turn so they both can hold each other close. His tongue darts against hers, and the kiss takes on more heat as they explore each others' mouths, tasting and taking.

By the time he stops he is breathless, his arm tight around her, and he rests his forehead against hers. "My Éowyn," he murmurs. "I said that seeing you would feel like coming home, and so it does."

[freo]

Éowyn is equally out of breath once their kiss ends, her heart galloping in her chest like one of the mearas roaming the plains of the Mark. Leaning a little further into his embrace, she closes her eyes for a moment as their foreheads touch, smiling at his words that cause a warm little flutter of pleasure somewhere behind her breastbone.

"There is no place I would rather be than right here, in your arms." She squeezes his hand and lifts her other one up to cradle his face, relishing this moment where she does not have to devise excuses to touch him-- yet knowing, with regret, that such time is limited. "And how my heart rejoices to finally be there, after all this time. It felt like a small eternity, being apart!"

[whattheydefend]

He turns his face in her hand, kisses her palm. "There is no place I would rather be, than holding you." He kisses her mouth again, deep and fervent, months of longing finally having an outlet beyond mere words on paper. Never had he felt the futility of language more than when trying to tell her how much he missed her. "Rarely have so few months seemed so long, or passed so slowly. Already I do not know how I will bring myself to endure more, when this visit comes to an end."

[freo]

She closes her eyes into the heady kiss, loosing a little moan into the contact. All her daydreaming of Faramir's kisses cannot come close to the reality, much to her conflicting delight and chagrin both-- for how is she to go without them again, once he must go back to Gondor?

"I know how you feel, my love. I am loathe to imagine that day, myself. Would that we were in a position to simply run away," she jests wistfully with a little laugh, laying her head on his shoulder like she's wanted to do for weeks and months, knowing it in her heart that this is where she belongs. For all her long search for her place in the world, she never expected to find it standing beside such man of Gondor. "But, the next time we will lay eyes upon one another is to wed. And then, we never need be apart again, least not like this."

[whattheydefend]

He draws a sharp breath at the sound she makes, which seems to shudder through him. That is something he could not truly imagine in their time apart, though he tried.

In truth none of his memories or imaginings match this. He cradles her head on his shoulder, resting his face against her hair. It is as though a tension present in him all these past months has loosened and dissipated, one that he had not even realized was there until now, when it is gone. "No," he agrees. "Not if I can possibly help it. I would have you with me always, given my wish."

He laughs a little, astonished, his breath stirring her hair. "I thought I knew how much I missed you, but I am already learning I was wrong. Only now am I made whole again, with you here. Not merely in my heart, but..." He struggles a little for words, for he does not mean only desire for her--though he feels that too, certainly, without question. But that is not why his arms tighten around her now. "It is as though something has clicked into place. I cannot explain it more."

[freo]

Éowyn tightens her hold on him as in return, exhaling a deep, shuddering breath. It is as if he is pulling out every feeling that her own heart also houses and giving it form in words.

"I feel it also," she says quietly, taking a moment to arrange her own thoughts before attempting to respond properly. "I said in one of my letters to you the rebuilding and renewal here is part of Éomer's legacy, rather than mine-- though I take joy and feel pride in everything we have accomplished already. And yet I feel as if I stand on the outside, looking in on it all. It is well, however. Part of me will always belong here amidst these wild plains, but I know that this is no longer my place."

Carefully, she lifts her head from his shoulder enough to look him in the eyes, smiling softly. "You are home to me now, Faramir."

[whattheydefend]

There is only one possible response to such a statement, and with a low cry he makes it, seizing her mouth again and kissing her passionately. More than once over the past months, and particularly while riding across her own country, Faramir has wondered if she has doubts or second thoughts...or if not doubts, at the least regrets about leaving her homeland, in which she justifiably has great pride. The plains of the Riddermark are as wild and beautiful as their lady, and he could not help but fear she might find herself unable to leave them. Could not help but wonder if he is enough, can offer enough, to offset such a loss.

Her words are not merely a compliment or confirmation, but a balm--and beyond all that, they are an honor, one that humbles him. It is his turn to show rather than tell his heart, as best he may. He clutches at her, brushing his mouth over hers again and again, until they are both breathless.

[freo]

Faramir's ardent kiss muffles her gasp of surprise against his lips, followed by a tiny moan as she tangles her free hand in his hair and returns the kiss with as much hunger and passion as he is pouring into the contact, shaking her to her very core. This is different from any kiss they've yet shared; it is a seal to a pledge, an expression of joy, love and devotion all in equal measure. They give and take of each other until they run out of breath, forced to break apart by necessity to draw in air only.

"I take that to mean you are pleased," she jests breathlessly once she's had a moment to recover, her slightly swollen lips curved in a beaming smile.

[whattheydefend]

"Pleased..." A near-silent laugh of astonishment, and he kisses the top of her head, resting his face against it. "I am awed and grateful, and can only pray I may be worthy of such a gift. I would have you feel ever thus when you are with me, and not regret the things you have had to let go in order to make it so."

He kisses her forehead, then her nose, which is a little silly but makes him smile. A piece of absurdity to set against an otherwise almost painfully meaningful moment. "I love you. Above all else do I love you. I have wondered what I would do if you found you could not leave the Riddermark after all. But I think I could be content living in a tent on the plains, or a cave in Ered Nimrais, or anywhere, if you were with me."

[freo]

"I do not think we need to content ourselves with a tent, even less a cave!" she laughs merrily, playfully wrinkling her nose a little when he kisses the tip of it. She grows more serious as she goes on, after a moment.

"At any rate... what is left for me here? I shall always love the Mark, but Éomer will marry sooner rather than later, as he must, and his queen shall take over what duties I now oversee." Dipping her chin, she looks down at their joined hands, speaking quietly. "Sometimes leaving is for the best, no matter how bittersweet. My memories of home aren't all such happy ones, as you know. Nor do I know if I see a future for myself here as I am now, even had you not asked for my hand."

For ever did Rohan and the culture of the Rohirrim tear her in two opposites-- a warrior she was not allowed to be, and the healer she herself previously disdained the role of. To be both in the Mark? She doubts it possible. It is something she has only recently began to think about, and something she certainly has not spoken to anybody about until now. Éomer still feels guilty for not seeing the full extent of her discontentment and despair, Éowyn knows; she will not add to his sorrow by speaking of such things to him.

She lifts her head again and smiles; a small but sure, content smile. "Nay. I have not a single doubt. I would follow you wherever, you won't be rid of me that easily!" Smirking now, she adds impishly, "But that said, building a home and a legacy of our own in Ithilien sounds a fair deal nicer than a musty cave."

[whattheydefend]

This, he understands; he too has too many difficult memories of his home to counter-balance the joyous ones. He will not be leaving Minas Tirith behind as she will Rohan, not when he will remain so nearby and his duties require him there so often. But he is not sorry to be not living in the Citadel. Nor does he think Eowyn would have been happy there, in truth.

He lifts their joined hands, kisses her fingers, his mouth lingering on the knuckles. "Then let us build our own home, my love. A new beginning in a new place, with no bittersweet memories to haunt us. Let us both begin anew." His lips curl against her fingers, and his eyes twinkle at her above them. "Though I am glad you do not prefer a cave, for they have already started the building of our house, and it would be a pity for the work to be wasted. Particularly as we spent so much paper in planning for it."

[freo]

"Nothing on this earth would make me happier than that," she all but sighs with a soft smile, meaning every word in earnest. Indeed, she can scarcely remember ever hearing of anything that sounded fairer to her. Her own lips curve further at his remark, a deep feeling of contentment settling warmly within her breast. Squeezing his hand gently, she happily gives in to her urge to replace her fingers with her mouth, tugging their joined hands down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She does not know when the chance to do so next presents itself; best to make the most of this moment. "The dwarves are welcome to keep their caves. I would rather have a garden-- our garden."

[whattheydefend]

"Nor I." He nuzzles his nose against hers, smiling softly. "To share my life with you, and to do so in Ithilien, which I have long protected and loved...to have the both of us working together to rebuild it and restore it to its beauty, and to know you find the work fulfilling..." He shakes his head a little. "There is nothing more I could ask for in this life."

His smile suddenly turns a little shy, which is unusual for Faramir. "Well. One thing more. But there will be time to speak of children once we are wed; it seems a little premature just yet."

[freo]

"Knowing it is a place you love so well makes it already dear to me also." Éowyn smiles warmly, sighing softly. "I will not say it won't take me some time to get used to forests rather than plains, but I cannot wait to see it all with my own eyes, and to make it our home."

His sudden dip toward shyness is the most endearing thing to her, and she smiles wider-- even if a hint of a blush comes to her cheeks at the topic, too. "Premature? I do not think so. I already told you in my letter I wanted a whole brood of little ones, and I have not changed my mind." Her smile grows a little mischievous. "So I hope you did as I suggested and prepared yourself mentally for the idea."

[whattheydefend]

"There was no need." His hand reaches up and brushes against her face, and this time his kiss is more gentle. "For that truly would make my happiness complete. Éowyn--" Another kiss, longer and sweeter and more intent, his tongue slowly moving against hers and his lips tugging on hers. "You are a wonder to me."

[freo]

"Faramir..." She closes her eyes at the tender kisses and even sweeter words, pure emotion squeezing at her heart. How can it contain this much joy-- how is it even humanly possible to be this happy, to feel so blessed? For she knows beyond doubt she is. There's a damp gleam in her eyes when she opens them again, gently pressing her hand to his cheek. "I love you so much," she whispers, though those small words seem inadequate to express the full depth of her feelings. "My Faramir-- my heart."

[whattheydefend]

He turns his head a little to kiss her palm, still smiling. In softly accented but clear Rohirric, he murmurs, "Éowyn, my bringer of joy, with all my heart do I love thee."

His expression is still a little shy, but there is a faint hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he finishes the sentence. Faramir was not idle all these months, and particularly not during the long ride from Minas Tirith, though he has given her no hint that he has been studying her language.

[freo]

She inhales quickly, a sharp little gasp; jaw dropping slightly in astonishment before her lips spread into a wide, beaming smile of delight. His accent is evident to her ear, but his pronunciation is close to perfect, not stumbling even on the sounds foreigners attempting Rohirric usually do.

"Oh, Faramir," she breathes, moved beyond belief by his consideration. She's just about to state the obvious, but at the last moment murmurs something else; though to her, just as obvious. "You are amazing."

[whattheydefend]

The expression on her face is all he hoped for, and he smiles broadly at the sight, caressing her cheek. "I had to find some way of passing the time until I could be with you again," he says lightly in his own tongue, before switching back to hers. "Does it please thee?"

[freo]

She exhales a breathy laugh of pure happiness, before taking both of her hands to frame his face with and kissing him fiercely, with every ounce of passion she can muster. Still, she thinks she falls short of showing him just how blissfully happy she is; how fortunate to have the love of Faramir of Gondor.

"I hope I was clear enough," she murmurs huskily in Rohirric when the kiss breaks, breathless and heavy-lidded. "It pleases me more than I can say, dearheart."

[whattheydefend]

"I am unsure," he says, voice rough and low, his breathing still erratic after that kiss. The words are unsteady, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he answers in her own language. "I think I missed some of the nuance of your answer. If you would repeat it for me..."

His arms are wrapped around her, one at her waist and the other at her shoulders, and he all but crushes her against him as he takes another kiss, as passionate as the one she gave him. As with her, it falls far short of all he wants to show her. It falls far short of what he wants, period.

And then there's a drunken shout from around the corner, and a sound of running footsteps--not approaching them, but nearby. Faramir actually curses (in Sindarin, this time).

He does not release her, however; he does look at her, a silent question as to if they need to put an end to this idyll and return the the Hall. His practical mind knows they certainly should, if only because things are in danger of getting out of hand (or too much in hand, he thinks, a little dizzy and still breathing hard from those kisses). But it is the last thing he wants.

[freo]

Éowyn is breathing just as heavily, a quiver running through her at his roughened voice, her heavy-lidded gaze drawn down to his mouth helplessly. She pushes against him even as he crushes her to him, smothering a tiny noise of excitement against his lips that morphs into a full-on moan as they kiss with hunger and ferocity. Her arms wrap about his neck, and she realizes belatedly that she is clinging to him quite wantonly; and not caring one whit if she does.

She jumps a little in his arms at the sudden interruption of the shout, caught off guard-- it acts like a bucket full of cold water poured down her back, bringing some sense back into her head so overtaken by searing passion. But none of that makes her feel content, for like Faramir, she is equally reluctant for this moment to end; though she knows it must, soon. It all passes wordlessly between their gazes, before she smiles wanly, dropping her forehead against his shoulder and sighing. Just a moment longer before they have to part again.