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[theywhowait]

The air is crisp and clean and his wife (his wife!) rides with him, and Faramir laughs aloud as she chases after him. Windfola is well named, and they are overtaken swiftly, the race one of joy rather than need.

Still, he almost prefers the slower walk, for they can, at least, speak, this way!

"Then I will weave one for you, as well." He smiles back at her. "Do you know, I was told once that flowers can be used to convey messages all their own? I wish now I had learnt their secret meanings, that I might do so for you."

[withoutswords]

At least half of Eowyn's joy is in seeing Faramir as obviously happy as he is, untroubled by any cares or burdens. They are both of them quick to laugh, free and careless for a time, and she means to enjoy every moment of it--and to see that he does as well. If ever a man has earned respite from his duties, it is Faramir.

"It would not avail you much, were I unable to decode them. So perhaps it is as well." The idea is bemusing, and she beams back at him. "Perhaps we might invent our own such language with flowers, solely for our use. What would you say with them?"

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her and reaches across to brush her cheek.

"That I love you, and that you make me very happy."

[withoutswords]

She catches his hand and brings it to her mouth, kissing his fingertips. "I think you need no hidden flower language for that."

[theywhowait]

He cups her cheek briefly with a bright smile.

"True. But it might have been our secret message passed back and forth with none the wiser!"

[withoutswords]

Faramir's horse whickers and moves away, forcing them to separate a little. Eowyn's smile remains as bright as his. "If you look at me then as you do now, it will be no secret. But by all means choose a flower--or several--and grant them such a meaning, and I will know. Though speaking of flowers--"

She looks around, considering, then points. "Shall we break for a small time, to water our horses and ourselves? There is a small hillock by a creek over there that would make a pleasant stop." She looks back at him, eyes twinkling, and adds, "It is one that I spoke to you of once, months ago when you first came to Edoras. Do you remember?"

[theywhowait]

"We could both decide on a favourite flower each?" He suggests with a laugh, calming his gelding and encouraging him to walk closer again.

"Aye, I remember - yes, I think it will make for a very nice stop!"

[withoutswords]

"We could," she agress. "Though I must see what flowers grow in Ithilien first. I would wish to choose one difficult to find, lest I be told of your love only rarely!"

His horse moves close enough again for her to capture Faramir's hand and kiss the fingers, and her lips linger a little on the knuckles. "A rest would do us all good, I am sure. We would not want to tire our horses."

An absurd idea, that a ride of a mere hour or two at gentle pace would tire either of their mounts, both trained for much harder riding than this. Clearly, that is but an excuse.

[theywhowait]

He chuckles.

"True. I could pick a rose, for you perhaps! They are not so rare nor common. And they are fair - a white one, to match your title perhaps, or red, for your passion."

[withoutswords]

[ooc: Drat, forgot a 'not' up there. She meant she shouldn't pick a rare flower, or else she'd only get it rarely!]

She laughs and shakes her head, turning Windfola towards their new destination. "No, not a rose. They are beautiful indeed, but everyone knows they stand for love! We will find something else, I am sure. But for now, we must settle for these."

She gestures at the wildflowers dotting the plains--spearwort and thrift, cowslips and sorrel, white and yellow and purple pools splashed against the green of the fields.

[theywhowait]

[ ooc: it's ok, I got it! ]

"That much is true." He agrees and looks around at the wildflowers appreciatively, and when they pull to a stop he slips down and gathers cowslip and sorrel to braid into a crown for her.



[[ooc: bonus, sorrel means 'affection' and cowslip? 'Along with the symbolism of “death”, “birth” and “doom”, the cowslip also means “adventure” and “mischief” which comes from this particular fable` ]]

<3 AWESOME totally an accident on my part, I just googled Scottish wildflowers ;) which fable??

[withoutswords]

She tends to their horses as he does this, making sure they are both well, then frees them to drink from the stream and graze awhile as she sits by her husband, openly bemused. "You anticipate me, I see." She plucks a cowslip herself and threads it into his hair, as his hands are occupied. "It quite suits you, my lord!"

http://blog.exoticflowers.com/blog-0/what-is-the-meaning-of-the-cowslip-flower-primula-veris

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her, and offers her the crown solemly.

"Why thank you, my lady! I fear I have no idea what these flowers might symbolise, but the colors suit you well."

/blatantly steals this new knowledge and puts to use

[withoutswords]

She bows her head for him to place the crown, her smile unshadowed and her face unlined by all cares. "'Affection', for the sorrel," she tells him, plucking a strand of sorrel and placing it behind his ear. "The cowslip's meaning depends more on context, so for now..."

She picks another cowslip, slides the bloom along Faramir's cheek. Their faces are only a few inches apart. "Adventure, mischief...the ability to find hidden things..." She glances down at his mouth, and unconsciously licks her lips. "Do you remember what I said I would do, when I first told you of this place?"

Re: /blatantly steals this new knowledge and puts to use

[theywhowait]

He tips his head into her hand to allow her to place the sorrel and smiles shyly.

"Mischief and adventure, hm?" He murmurs, coming closer and kissing her softly. "I think I vaguely remember, but I will very definitely need... reminding." He teases. "And definitely demonstration."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles quietly before kissing him again, and a third time. "Mm...I recall promising that you would not miss a mattress..."

[theywhowait]

"Hm, that does sound very familiar..." He agrees, kissing her and reaching for the laces on her dress.

"That sounds quite the challenge, don't you think?"

[withoutswords]

"It does," she agrees, leaning in and reaching for the ties on his tunic. "And I do enjoy a challenge."

[theywhowait]

"Then I await eagerly your instruction." He kisses her as he works on the laces, much easier in the daytime!

[withoutswords]

"You do not seem to be awaiting anything," she points out, much amused and pleased by his enthusiasm. Her own fingers are similarly busy with undoing the ties on his tunic, that she may pull it off. Her own dress comes undone easily--far more so than her wedding finery did!--and opens at the front.

[theywhowait]

"I am growing impatient, in my old age." He answers cheerfully, very pleased with how easy her dress is removed, shrugging out of his own tunic and pressing back in to kiss her again after.

[withoutswords]

She laughs gaily. "Yes, you are grown so much older since yesterday, when you last did this." She meets his kiss eagerly, pushing him down onto the hillside. As she promised, it is covered with soft clover as well as the wildflowers, and makes a comfortable trysting spot. The stream babbles merrily in the background as though it laughs with them, and the sun is warm.

[theywhowait]

"Much older and wiser, for now I have my helpmeet and lifemate by my side." He agrees with a laugh. "Although here we are in the midst of the wide world under the sky, and I might think us careless youths in the bloom of our lives."

[withoutswords]

"And are we not?" she retorts, leaning above him, eyes dancing with merriment. And indeed, clad only in a loose shift sliding off one shoulder, her hair radiant in the sunlight and crowned with the circle of flowers, she looks the very embodiment of spring.

Eowyn leans down and kisses him, her lips teasing at his. "We married each other in the sight of kith and kin yesterday. Shall we do so again under Eru's sky, in His sight, as we were once tempted to do?"

[theywhowait]

"I suppose we are!" He smiles up at her, the light turning her hair to gold.

"For not even Vana the Ever Young herself could look more fair at this moment." He twines a finger through her hair as he kisses her.

"I say yes!"