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[withoutswords]

"Never." She strokes his face once more before he sits, and with a sigh she joins him, stretching her arms above her head and blinking in the sunlight.

She gets to her feet, still bare. "I think I will wash in the stream a little, before dressing once more." She smiles down at him, holding out a hand. "Join me?"

[theywhowait]

"I think we need to!" He grimaces at her playfully, accepting the hand up.

"We are both, as you said, rather sticky."

[withoutswords]

She pulls him to his feet--then stands there's still handfast, smiling up at him. They stand bare and alone in the sunlight and the warm spring air, as though they are the only two people in the world, the first children of Eru to walk the earth.

Éowyn reaches up and caresses his face. "I love thee." Her hair ripples in the breeze and her face is bright with joy.

[theywhowait]

He looks at her, bare and free and kisses her.

"And I love thee, my joy and my heart."

[withoutswords]

Free...that is the word, yes, that is how she feels as she tilts her head to meet his kiss, stepping into his arms. Entirely unfettered.

Even by clothing, and that makes her laugh a little, which breaks the kiss. She keeps his hand in hers as she walks down to the stream, flinching a little at the chill. "Be prepared," she warns, still smiling. "The waters of the Snowbourn live up to their name!"

This is not the proper river but a smaller offshoot; even so, it is cold.

[theywhowait]

He shouts, a breathless laugh as he steps in after her.

"Ai! Truly well named."

[withoutswords]

There is much laughter and much shivering in turn, and no small amount of playful splashing as they wash themselves and each other. The water sparkles like mithril in the sun. "If I remember right, there is a large bathtub at the hunting lodge," Eowyn says, splashing two cupped hands worth of water over her shoulders. Her eyes are gleaming. "One that might be large enough for us both, if that catches your fancy."

[theywhowait]

Faramir ducks his head under and comes up with a splash in her direction.

"Only so long as the water is warm!" He laughs, and feeling himself clean enough, makes for dry land.

[withoutswords]

She laughs, twisting her half-wet hair over her shoulder, wringing the water out of the tips. "We will heat it ourselves," she promises. "And I will undertake to keep you warm."

More than a little suggestion to that promise, and in her smile as she walks out of the stream with him.

[theywhowait]

"Hm, that sounds most enticing." He grins back at her as he dresses. "I will have to endeavour to do the same!"

[withoutswords]

She ties her hair back in a loose braid, then dresses herself. She steals another lingering, entirely smug kiss before they remount and resume their journey. "You have not told me," she says as they wheel around to return to the main road. "If you missed having a mattress."

[theywhowait]

He looks startled, and then he laughs.

"I had almost forgotten! But no, I do not believe I did." He smiles at her. "You were, indeed, most convincing!"

[withoutswords]

They are holding hands once more, and Eowyn still looks radiant in her joy and ease. "I am glad my arguments were persuasive." She squeezes his fingers. "But we should make up some of this lost time. Both our mounts would like a gallop, I think, or at least some faster pace."

[theywhowait]

"I would be glad to repeat this argument with you as many times as you please." He agrees with a smile.

"A race then?"

timeskip time?

[withoutswords]

"Beware what you promise, Man of Gondor," she warns, her eyes twinkling. "Lest I keep you at that work for so long your tongue falls out of your head!"

yes!

[theywhowait]

"A very terrible threat." He laughs. "One I will do my utmost to not succumb to!"

He grins at her and then touches his heel to his mare's side, shifting his weight in the saddle to encourage her to pick up her heels and run, leaving Eowyn behind for that brief second with a laugh.

[withoutswords]

The laugh is barely out of his throat before she is emulating him, and Windfola anticipates her; they both knew what that shifting of weight meant, and swift as thought they are on his heels, Éowyn laughing as well.

They race for some while, their horses chasing each other like silly foals, before Éowyn deems it prudent to slow their pace once more. "I pity our guards," she says. "First we dally by the river, then we tear across the plains!"

She does not sound so very sorry for them, in truth. Surely they knew what they were in for, with this duty.

[theywhowait]

"Well, they are all Rohirrim themselves, no?" He points out, merry and wind tousled and clearly admiring the color the chase has brought to her cheeks also.

"I'm sure they can keep up."

[withoutswords]

She is as admiring when she looks at him, bright with laughter and ease, hair waving around his face. "Not all! Some are your White Company, for I do not think Beregond would entrust your welfare to any others. But that is all the better, for it is as well they become used to our ways as soon as may be."

Which is to say, she has no intention of changing simply because she will be Lady of Ithilien. If she and Faramir choose to race across the plains of Ithilien and frolic by a stream there, their guards will simply have to learn to cope.

[theywhowait]

"Hm, true!" He laughs. "Beregond does worry."

He loves him, he does, but he is a fusspot.

"But I am sure they will adjust to us in time."

[withoutswords]

"It is his duty to guard you, and he is most dutiful; how could he not worry?" Eowyn has a fondness for Beregond, who in his respectful way has shown them many kindnesses, not least while they were still betrothed. But that does not make the need for being chaperoned any less irritating.

Still, at least now they are guarded at a distance, and not up close. It is much to be preferred.

"I should pity them a little, I suppose. Forced to make camp on the plains and act the scouts, while we frolic in luxury." Her eyes twinkle at him. "But the truth is I think I will be far too preoccupied to pay them much thought."

[theywhowait]

"And he is, indeed, the most dutiful of men!" Faramir agrees fondly. "I think we should promote him, don't you? Something that keeps him busy."

He laughs at that.

"Well, best they learn how it will be, as you say! And I look forwards to my... upcoming distraction."

[withoutswords]

"Promote him to what? Already he is the Captain of your Guard! He can hardly be promoted further unless you bestow upon him land and title, and banish him to care for his estates instead of your person. In which case you would merely have a new Captain to contend with."

Assuming Beregond would go even in that case, which she doubts. His loyalty to Faramir is absolute. And in truth she is most glad of it.

They travel along talking of commonplaces and plans, intermixed with flirtatious glances and sly innuendoes, alternating their pace now and then as they progress. It is only a few hours more before Eowyn catches sight of their goal, and points. "There--do you see? That is the house, with the woods behind it."

The White Mountains rise high above the horizon, but it can be seen before them--a fine, sizable lodge. As they grow closer it is revealed to be two stories tall, with a stable attached.

[theywhowait]

"True... he would certainly deserve such a thing, but you are right, I would not wish to have to train a new Captain."

It is a pleasant ride, now they are going slowly enough to talk, and Faramir enjoys being able to gaze at her without any to say him nay. He looks up as she points and makes a noise of appreciation.

"I see it. Ah, but see how the mountains blaze in the setting sun! We have made it just in time."

Have I remembered F's horse's name right?

[withoutswords]

"Just in time for what?" she teases.

The light of the setting sun is beautiful. But they have horses to tend, and not a foot will Éowyn set into the house before Windfola and Mithlun are divested of bridle and saddle, brushed down and settles to rest and feed as they will.