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From:

theywhowait

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

From:

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."

From:

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!"

From:

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."

From:

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?"

From:

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!"

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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."

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

theywhowait

"For supper, of course!" Faramir laughs, and turns towards the stables.

"For supper, and a nice hot bath, perhaps, under the stars." He teases, even as he dismounts and starts to cool Mithlun down.

From:

withoutswords

"We will need to fill it ourselves," she reminds him. "Unless you wish to fetch our guards and draft them for cooking and heating water duty. I do not think they would thank you!"

Windfola whickers as though laughing with her, and she pats his side before unstrapping his saddle.

From:

theywhowait

"Are you suggesting, my wife, that I cannot fill a tub by myself?" He sniffs, mock offended.

From:

withoutswords

Eowyn laughs, dropping the saddle onto the side of the stall before she walks over to her husband. "I am suggesting," she says, leaning against him and draping an arm over his shoulders. "That you may have other things you wish to do, more than spending many hours heating and pouring water into a basin."

Her body language suggests any number of such things they could be doing, as does her mouth when she takes a kiss. This is what she wanted from this excursion: to be free to drop everything and kiss her husband, or more, with no one else to interrupt or require awareness.

From:

theywhowait

He deepens the kiss full willing, reaching to draw her closer.

"Hm, that is true. But after the shock of the cold, would not a long, luxurious soax be nice?" He teases. "I might fall asleep, and have to be rescued by my wife!"

From:

withoutswords

Even after the past day and night of his constant company, she is no nearer to being tired of it. "You tempt and dissuade me at once!" She laughs. "A soak is appealing, if there is a bathtub enough for us both, but after waiting so long for you I am not minded to let you sleep. Not until much later."

Edited Date: 2019-08-03 12:05 am (UTC)

From:

theywhowait

"Oh." he says in mock fear. "That sounds like a very nice threat."

From:

withoutswords

She eyes him with proud reproach that is belied by the smile tugging at her mouth. "Do you mock me, man of Gondor?" she asks sternly, trying not to laugh. "Beware if so, or I will show you the mettle of a shieldmaiden of Rohan!"