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[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.

[whattheydefend]

He too sighs, raising a hand to cradle her head as it rests against his chest, bending so that he can rest his face against her hair. They have pulled apart a little, enough that she is no longer a clinging vine against him (and oh, how he already misses that!), and that his own reaction to her is a little less...blatant. Though he will still need to wait some few minutes before he can safely rejoin the company. Possibly several minutes. In fact he should possibly ask if there is a lake nearby that he might jump into. A very cold one.

He sighs again and kisses her head, murmuring, "If we were anyone but who we are, I would ask if we might find a priest--or whoever performs your ceremonies here--and be wed this moment. The past months were hard, but I forsee the ones ahead being more difficult yet."

[freo]

She turns her head so it's resting more comfortably against his chest, closing her eyes for a moment to take in the utter sense of contentment and rightness that fills her; this right here, this is where she belongs.

"You do not know how badly I wish that were possible, my love," she whispers back, her tone wistful and her hold on him tightening a little as if to keep him right where he is. "I do not even want to think about being separated from you again. The thought alone breaks my heart already."

[whattheydefend]

"I do know," he answers, his eyes closed as he breathes in the scent of her. "For I dislike the thought of being parted from you for even a few minutes, foolish as that may be. It has been a long and lonely time without you, my Elbereth, my Éowyn..." He kisses her head again, strokes the long waterfall of her hair for several moments.

But then he chuckles, if ruefully. "But truly, I am foolish. I am but new arrived, and will be remaining for some weeks. Why do we speak of parting so soon, with such joy returned to us?" He pulls away a little, just enough that he can look down at her. His expression is open and tender, and he caresses her face before kissing her again, this time light and sweet and comforting.

[freo]

"...No, you are right," Éowyn agrees with a tiny sigh as he pulls back, following suit and lifting her head to meet his gaze. As always, he soothes her the way nobody else can with one look alone, bringing a tender smile to her own lips. She closes her eyes and kisses back gently, softly-- one pale hand coming up to cradle his cheek.

"You are completely right," she repeats once they part from the sweet kiss. "Let us cast off such dour thoughts when now we have weeks worth of time together ahead of us. We will make the most of them, and create memories to sustain us for when we must part again."

It would not be forever, as hard as it would be; and after, they would be reunited for nothing less than their own wedding, never to be parted from each other ever again. The hour has grown even later and darker, and Éowyn chuckles softly, lips curving into an amused smile as she thinks back on her excuse to draw Faramir aside. "I am afraid we did not see much of the view I promised you..."

[whattheydefend]

"So we shall," he agrees, leaning against her so their foreheads touch. Having her so close to him is a joy and blessing indeed, and he cherishes it. "And this greeting will not be the least of those. I assure you I seen the view I wished to see. Although, I cannot say I have had my fill of it..."

His eyes twinkle down at her, for he is obviously not speaking of Edoras.

[freo]

Her cheeks blush prettily even as she breathes a laugh, smiling in fond amusement and bashful pleasure both. "You flatterer," she accuses in a murmur, entirely without heat. "You shall give me a big head with all these pretty compliments."

[whattheydefend]

"That was not flattery," he corrects, still smiling at her. "Nor even a compliment. It was merely the truth. But if you fear for your head, I will try to hold my tongue."

[freo]

It is an entirely expected correction, and Éowyn's lips twitch. "I was simply making an observation. I did not say you need to stop," she points out primly, the effect ruined completely by the gleam of mischief in her eyes.

[whattheydefend]

He chuckles and reaches for her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her fingers, lips lingering against the knuckles. "If you wish me to stand here and list all the attributes you possess that I admire and adore, my lady, I will gladly do so. But we will be standing until dawn before I run out of them, or possibly longer."

[freo]

Her eyelids lower a little heavily as she watches him kiss her knuckles under her lashes, smiling a small -- and frankly, rather besotted -- smile.

"That sounds like an extensive list, indeed. You have been busy, these past months." A hint of a fond chuckle chases her words, even if a regretful sigh follows soon after. "Perhaps some other time, then. We should return soon before they send out a search party-- much as I would rather stay with you. Even if we did nothing but stand here until dawn."