When the fluff bunny hits, you just have to write fluff. The fluff bunny attacked me at 4.15 one Monday morning, and this is the result.
Disclaimer; I don't own these characters, Tolkien does. I just write the fluffy moments he never gave them.
Dedicated to Shwenny, who read this first- at about 5 that same morning!
In Moonlit Gardens
Faramir slipped into his bedroom in Emyn Arnen, home at last after nearly a week in the White City. He had missed Éowyn dearly, and though it was late, all he wanted to do was sit and talk and be with his wife. Yet his bed was strangely empty, and this puzzled even his tired mind. after a moments though he crept out of his bedroom and out of the house in search of his wife. Faramir walked through the moonlit gardens, admiring the beauty which his beloved Éowyn had nurtured.
He found her by the fountain in the back corner of the garden, the quiet singing of the water having lulled her to sleep. The moonlight shone on her, giving her hair and skin an almost elven hue. Smiling, Faramir brushed her golden tresses out of her face. Still with a loving smile on his lips, he lightly brushed hers with his own. They were slightly cool from the chill of the night, and she shivered slightly against his touch. Faramir continued to rain tender kisses all over her face and at last her eyes fluttered open. A slow smile spread across Éowyn's face as she recognised her husband.
"I missed you." she said sleepily.
"I missed you too." Murmured Faramir against her lips before capturing them once more.
Éowyn awakened sufficiently at his touch to deepen the kiss, and their tongues danced that slow dance of lovers that have all the time in the world. though his kiss was passionate it was also tender, and when they broke apart Faramir leaned his forehead against hers without so much of a quickened breath.
"I love you." for all of his eloquence and poetry Faramir could not find any words more beautiful of more suitable. Éowyn smiled.
"I love you too."
She shifted slightly to move Faramir from his half crouched position before drawing his too her and settling herself upon his lap.
"How long are you home for?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"For as long as you'll have me." Said Faramir before kissing her again, and again, and again, and again.
When they parted next Faramir put his head by her ear and whispered tender words of love, and snatches of elven poetry.
"Always do you seem to find the fairest of words to say to me." Said Éowyn happily.
"Ah! but my lady, there are three words that are fairer than all others, and I shall never tire of saying them to you."
"And what might they be, my lord?" asked Éowyn with a smile.
"I love you."
Éowyn sighed contentedly into his hair, breathing in the scent of him that she had missed so. Lazily kissing his neck, she rested her head upon her husband's shoulder and drifted into a peaceful sleep, safe in the arms of the man she loved. Faramir smiled.
"I love you Éowyn, I love you." he whispered into her ear, before resting his head against his wife's, and following her into the realm of dreams.
the morning sun rose over Ithilien to find the two lovers still asleep, still entwined; together again for another perfect moment. The fountain still serenaded them, it music unending, unceasing, like their love.