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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!"

From:

theywhowait

"I would never dare." He says with grave sincerity and laughing eyes. "I would not wish to run afoul of such a bold warrior!"

From:

withoutswords

She laughs again, takes another, lighter kiss, and returns to tending her horse and letting him tend his. The sooner their horses are settled, the sooner they might go inside and begin putting some of these notions into practice.

From:

theywhowait

Faramir checks Mithlun for any cuts or scrapes, curries her til her coat shines, and ensures that she has just enough hay, before turning back to Eowyn.

"Shall we?"

From:

withoutswords

She takes his arm, smiling up at him as they leave the stables, closing and bolting the doors behind them. "Indeed, my lord, we shall."

There is only a slight hint of double meaning to the way she emphasizes the words, for they are not done working yet. Both are hungry, for one thing. If all has happened as planned, a few swift Riders will have been here before them, to lay in some stock of supplies: fresh fruit and vegetables, bread, dairy. Meat and fish they may get themselves come the morning if they wish--though Eowyn still has other hopes for the day...

But Eomer has outdone himself. A wealth of foodstuffs are waiting for them in pantry, enough for a week and more, neatly stowed next to the cooking supplies. She even sees a covered basket that smells suspiciously like honey-cake. Eowyn knows the rest of the lodge will be as well stocked, with everything two people on their honeymoon might wish, and for a brief moment she is near tears, for she has the best and most considerate of brothers. It feels like receiving his blessing on her marriage anew, and she is glad of it.

From:

theywhowait

He grins at her, leading her into the main house and then following her to investigate what has been laid in for them.

"Ah now, look at all of this!" he murmurs in wonder. "Does Eomer mean to feed an army?"

From:

withoutswords

"Perhaps he thinks we will have an energetic time here, and be much in need of sustenence." She smiles, pleased and rueful, wrapping an arm around Faramir's waist and leaning against him.

From:

theywhowait

Faramir wraps his own arm around her in turn with a low snort of laughter.

"Truly a thoughtful brother!" He says mirthfully, and kisses her softly. "Although for tonight, perhaps we can keep it relatively simple, so we do not take up too much time!"

From:

withoutswords

"Oh? Had you plans?" She looks up at him, the faintest hint of a teasing smile on her face. "Ah, of course, I had forgotten: hauling buckets of water to heat."

From:

theywhowait

"So many buckets" He nods solemnly, the effects entirely spoilt by the crinkle of his eyes. "And the hottest of baths that might be comfortably sat in!"

From:

withoutswords

She does laugh at that. "Not that I would not enjoy a hot bath, but we will have many days we could use for such plans..." Her hand creeps lower, from his waist to his backside. "Could not it wait, while you tend to other matters?"

From:

theywhowait

His eyebrow crooks up and he bends the small distance between them to kiss her, drawing her close in turn.

"Hmm." He says thoughtfully into her ear. "I do believe I can be convinced."

From:

withoutswords

She shivers all over at his voice low in her ear, the warm feel of his breath seeming to fill her whole body and raise goosebumps on her skin. Her eyes are closed, and she sways against him. She tries to speak, licks her lips and tries again. "Possibly we...should have supper, first..."

She does not sound wholly convinced.