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[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."

[whattheydefend]

His own smile is just as besotted, not that he seems to mind. He sighs at her words and nods agreement, acknowledging their justice.

But he bends his head and kisses her again first, slow and lingering. If it is the last opportunity he will have to kiss her this evening, he would make it a memorable one.

[freo]

She echoes his sigh when his lips cover hers, closing her eyes and framing his face with her palms as she kisses back. It is a slow, loving kiss and yet has such intensity and longing right beneath the surface; Éowyn all but melts against him, a sweet little frisson coursing through her body. If memorable was his intention, he certainly succeeded with that.

"If that was meant to make our return under the public eye more tolerable... it did not," she breathes with a slightly rueful, thready chuckle once they part, her breaths coming a little heavier than usually. If anything, such a kiss only makes her more reluctant to let go of this stolen moment.

[whattheydefend]

He hums slightly as she leans against him and pulls her closer, one arm locked around her waist and the other cradling her back. She shivers a little in his arms and he takes a deep, shuddering breath, sweeping his tongue against hers one last time before breaking the contact.

"It was meant to help sustain me until our next opportunity." His voice is lower than usual, his breaths more husky. "But I think it has achieved the opposite effect, and succeeded only in making me more impatient." All he wants is another kiss, and another, an endless succession of them.

He raises a hand to her face, cupping it in a broad, calloused palm. His thumb strokes her cheek, and he sighs, unwilling to step away from her even by a few inches. "We should return, little as I wish it."

[freo]

"Trust me; I know precisely what you mean." A faint breath of laughter follows, a tease on the tip of her tongue about her own impatience having rubbed off on him-- they had said as much in their letters. She does not wish to part even for a moment; to lose the feel of him against her, his strong arm wrapped around her waist. Leaning into the touch of his hand, she echoes his wistful sigh and nods her head.

"I know," she says quietly, curling her fingers around his wrist. Somehow, they would have to find the will to move away from each other and return to the polite pretense. At least after their trothplighting is made public, they would have a bit more leeway; not much, but some. They would have to endure. Lifting on her toes a little, she pushes in for one last kiss; murmuring tenderly once it ends, "I love you."

[whattheydefend]

"I love you," he answers, brushing his nose against hers before sighing and stepping back, reclaiming her hands and twining their fingers together. "And I am most glad to be reunited with you, even if this interlude is all too brief. Even if I may only look at you from across a room, it is still preferable to mere memory and words on a page."

[freo]

"I feel the same," Éowyn sighs again, this time with a small smile. She squeezes his fingers gently. "Come-- this will not be forever." In more than one regard. She lets go of his hands, only to take his arm; one of them must make a move to return inside, or they will stand here prolonging this moment for as long as they can.

"We will have better opportunities to spend time together-- after uncle has been laid to rest." And once Meduseld gets a little less crowded with visitors; as honored as she is by such lofty company, it is only Faramir's that she longs for.

[whattheydefend]

They still stand closer to each other than they ought, and he does not care, even if it means they walk very slowly as they resume their circle around the Meduseld. Perhaps all the more so for that reason. "We will," he agrees. "In how many days will that take place? And is there anything I might do to aid you, either in preparation or more personally? I know it will be a day of many mixed emotions."

On the same day as Theoden's funeral will be Éomer's official coronation--as well as, Faramir hopes, their own trothplighting. Such, at least, Éomer has intimated to him.

[freo]

"Three days hence," she replies a bit somberly. "A day of sorrow it certainly will be, but also of joy." For knowing Théoden will finally rest with his kin, for the proper beginning of Éomer's reign... and, she hopes, for a joy far more personal for her and Faramir. Smiling warmly, she tightens her fingers slightly against his arm as they walk.

"Your offer is considerate, but you are our esteemed guest. I would not dream of putting you to work, my dear lord! All is well in hand with practical arrangements." It is a gentle, fond chide, albeit no less firmly meant. "More personally... I will take much comfort and strength in simply knowing you will be there, Faramir."

[whattheydefend]

He shakes his head. "Guest I may be, but I dislike being idle as much as you, Eowyn! I do not doubt you have all things well in hand, but if you wish to make use of me, please do. Or else I will find myself doing naught but sparring with your countryfolk, who seem most curious to test my mettle. A reprieve would be welcome from that onslaught!"

He sounds more amused by the prospect than intimidated, despite his words. But at her last sentence he takes her hand and kisses her fingers briefly. "Whatever comfort I may offer you is yours, beloved, and gladly given."

[freo]

"Ah, I see," Éowyn laughs. "Your true motivation is revealed; you wish merely to escape the trials my folk would set before you." Her eyes dance with fondness and mirth even in the low light, every word nothing but a playful tease. Her expression softens with affection and appreciation when he takes her hand and kisses her fingers, teasing forgotten for now.

"I know it," she murmurs, smiling tenderly. "With you here, there is no sorrow or hardship I could not endure."

have you read The Bride Price, btw?

[whattheydefend]

"Will they set trials?" He looks as though he more than half-expects her to say there are. "There are no more Simarils, so I cannot fetch one for you, but anything else I will undertake, if I must."

i have!! :3

[freo]

"That is well, for I have no desire for Elven trinkets," Éowyn answers a little wryly, smiling. Only she would call the fabled jewels responsible for so much strife and upheaval something so irreverent as trinkets. "As for your question... let us say that I should not put it past my kith and kin. We have but time before the funeral, after all."

Probably we shouldn't go that extreme buuuuut it might be fun?

[whattheydefend]

He laughs outright as she dismisses the legendary Silmarils, ruinous in their beauty, as naught be Elven trinkets. It is perhaps as well that none of the Firstborn are near to hear of it, but he is vastly amused, and pulls her in close so he might kiss her head. "Then I am forewarned! What should I expect, or may you tell me? And will you be present to cheer me on, as I hope you would, or too busy with other matters?"