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From:

withoutswords

She does not have a chance to answer this, or to exchange yet another kiss, as they are interrupted by a knock and a rambunctious call to wake. Eowyn glares at the door, but there is little heat in it, for truthfully she is still too languid and pleased to muster up much annoyance, however quick her temper is at other times. "No," she agrees. She caresses his face and shoulder, then sighs and rises, going to the closet to look for clothing fit for the day. "At least in Ithilien we may expect a more genteel summons, I hope. Though it adds another layer of appeal to the idea of escaping with you for some few days now."

No one to rouse them from bed at all, or to call them to any duty. Though would both become bored and fretful without work to do before long, but a few days respite...that is most appealing, just now.

From:

theywhowait

He follows her up, pulling on pants and a shirt before he grins wryly at her.

"True. We could do as we did when we were courting, perhaps - ride out for a few days! But I very definitely plan to institute a do not disturb policy in Ithilien!"

From:

withoutswords

Her grin back is full of satisfaction, and a hint of wickedness. "I have already been making such a plan, and intend to spend the morning seeing it arranged, that we may ride out this afternoon and not return for some two or three days. I am not minded to wait, nor to waste time I could spend with you!" She pauses after pulling on a shift to kiss him, then reaches for her dress. "If the idea is to your liking?"

They have both been freed from their duties, after all. And uninterrupted time will be more than worth the trade of needing to tend to themselves, without servants or guards.

From:

theywhowait

He laughs, reaching over to reel her in close in answer and press butterfly kisses over her.

"It is very much to my liking! Tis no hardship at all to consider a few days all alone!"

From:

withoutswords

The light fluttering of kisses makes her laugh helplessly, for they tickle as much as please, playful, teasing touches. "Nay, but let me go, my husband, or else we will not be able to leave at all!" Her eyes gleam. "Although the temptation to pull you back into bed is not very great..."

From:

theywhowait

He chuckles at her, eyes crinkling with pleasure and warm with his love.

"Ah, but you would rather push me down instead?" He teases.

From:

withoutswords

The light in her eyes turns mischievious, and she pushes him backwards until she has him pinned against the closet. "I would," she purrs, before leaning against him and kissing him again, with more heat, one hand splayed on his chest and the other pushing his shoulder against the wooden door.

From:

theywhowait

"Ah, so already I learn to anticipate you!"

He laughs and pulls her close, kissing her until the pounding on the door resumes.

"Ai!"

From:

withoutswords

Eowyn chuckles into his mouth, enjoying this new position--she has never pinned him to a wall before, and there is much potential in it--then breaks away with a low curse as they are again interrupted. After a few more muttered (and extremely impolite) oaths in Rohirric, she looks up at him, smiling a little ruefully. "How quickly do you think you can pack? For I am minded to leave as soon as we may."

From:

theywhowait

"I think we can be gone this evening, for we will have to put in something of an appearance, if only to ask your brother and my men not to come looking!" He says regretfully, clearly wishing as badly as her to be gone right that moment.

From:

withoutswords

She kisses him briefly, squeezing his hands before releasing them, reaching around her back to tie the laces of her dress. "This afternoon. At the absolute latest." Her voice is firm and determined.

From:

theywhowait

He reaches for his own overtunic.

"If you can convince your brother." He agrees. He sincerely doubts Aragorn will be hard to convince, considering he spent the first two weeks of their wedding having to track down his king and queen from wherever they'd sequestered themselves at random intervals.

(once, he'd found them up a tree)

From:

withoutswords

"I do not intend to make it a subject for debate," Eowyn says firmly, finding a brush for her hair. She left it loose all through the night, and now it is impressively tangled in places. Though Faramir had certainly enjoyed it..."Though I do not think he will argue much. More likely he has anticipated me, for he is not inclined to watch us make doe-eyes at each other across the Great Hall, as he put it."

She does not sound even remotely repentant. Quite the opposite. And she is far too satisfied to be annoyed at her brother's teasing.

From:

theywhowait

"Put that way, no doubt he will be eager to see us off!"

Faramir agrees, and comes over to her as he's done with his buttons.

"Here, shall I help with your hair?"

From:

withoutswords

"No doubt," she agrees, laughing.

At his offer she turns her head and smiles. "Not now, I think, for I will be able to manage it quickly enough, and I think we would find ourselves distracted once more. But later..." Her smile turns faintly suggestive, for she well knows how he loves her hair. "Later, I hope you will."

From:

theywhowait

His eyebrow goes up at the suggestion in her smile, and he answers it with his own.

"Well! then I will most definitely do so. I will have to pack the good hairbrush." he teases.

From:

withoutswords

She laughs, rapidly brushing out the tangles in her hair and twisting it into a crown on her head, something that will look more formal than it is once it is pinned properly. Yesterday was for pagentry; today she dresses to show she means business.

It does not take long, though Faramir still finishes first. "Shall we face them?" she says, smiling and offering her arm to him to take.

From:

theywhowait

He twinkles back at her and accepts her arm with solemn grace.

"Indeed! Before they get impatient and break down the door!"

From:

withoutswords

She laughs ruefully, leaning up to kiss him one last time, briefly, before they leave.

Breakfast is much as Eowyn expects it. The Great Hall has been mostly cleared of over-boisterous feasters who fell asleep on their benches next to half-empty or overturned tankards, and the cleaners have definitely been at work, which pleases her to see. From her own personal purse she had arranged gifts for all the servants, every last one, in thanks for their tremendous extra efforts towards the day; it seems her generosity is rewarded.

There is the inevitable teasing, of course, from the Riders who know her well, and certainly from their wives, and the same for Faramir from his own Rangers. Rude comments (though not too explicit) abound. Her brother attempts to silence these (more out of his own mortification than his sister's, for Eowyn gives as good as she gets, no matter who speaks), but to no avail.

After breakfast Eomer steals her away for some talk, and she tells him of her plans, and they talk of present and future for a while. At the end he kisses her on the forehead, his expression a trifle wistful at all the signs of the distance that must grow between them, and for a moment she too is a little wistful.

But not for long, for it is only a few hours later, just after the noontide meal, when she and Faramir are loading up their horses and a few packhorses with supplies, and she is radiant once more, impatient to set out. "We go to Thengel's hunting lodge," she informs her husband, as she checks Windfola's saddle. "It is a few hours' ride, but borders a forest and a small lake, so there will be game aplenty. Or fishing, if you are minded to try it."

It is arranged that their guards will follow them at a distance and keep a scouting perimeter, so that the honeymooners will be able to keep their privacy.

From:

theywhowait

Faramir, meanwhile, goes to Aragorn, who laughs at his steward but doesn't need much to agree to let them go for a while. Being married himself probably helps.

"I don't think you took me there last time." He smiles at her. "Although normally I don't mind fishing, I am thinking we might not have time for such leisurely endeavours!"

From:

withoutswords

She glances over at him, one brow raised over eyes filled with mirth. "You think we will be too busy for such pursuits? Whatever could occupy us so thoroughly?"

From:

theywhowait

"Well, we might be hunting..." he muses with a grin.

From:

withoutswords

She gives him an amused book, clearly not fooled. "We might. Or perhaps I will use the time to practice my reading, and you your singing, and we shall be too busy with those for aught else!"

She speaks Sindarin well enough, but does not read it as well; and singing is a highly valued skill in the Riddermark.