When the escort of King Theoden was about 2 miles away from the gates of Edoras they stopped for the night, so Theoden would return to his hall with the dawn. Once the camp was set up, and full dark had fallen, Eomer again sought out the steward, and asked his prospective brother-in-law to come with him. Taking but a few guards, Eomer and Faramir set out from the camp, riding quickly towards a lesser gate on the northern side of the walls. The guards there admitted them quickly and silently, and they left their horses in a small stable kept there. They climbed a long flight of stairs and passed through a door, then traveled along a silent hallway and into a small room.
Glancing about him, Faramir quickly guessed that this was Eomer's private study, which contained an ornately carved desk on which were stacked a few rolls of parchment, a small table and 3 or 4 chairs that could be used for a small counsel. Eomer had not said a word of what was happening since he had asked Faramir to come with him, and now he simply leaned on the edge of the desk, and crossed his arms across his chest, watching the other man. Since he had not been invited to sit, Faramir stood in silence, willing to wait for an explanation. After a few minutes there was a cursory tap on the door before it was opened, and Eowyn came into the room.
"You sent for me, broth…" Her question trailed off as she saw that her brother was not alone in the room. She simply stared at Faramir for a moment, as he did at her, before her breath caught in her throat. Faramir simply opened his arms to her, and she rushed into them, hiding her face in the curve of his shoulder as he lay his cheek on her hair. For a long while they simply stood there, wrapped in each other but silent, as Eowyn's breath slowed and evened. The she drew in a deep breath, and released it before stepping back just enough to smile up at her beloved.
Eomer, who had been watching closely but in absolute stillness, saw that the weariness and care that had shown in the pallor and creases on her face eased away with that smile. "Well," he said, breaking the moment, "the second test has been passed. Clearly nothing has changed in how you each feel about the other, and since neither of you knew what was planned I can trust it was not feigned." He looked at his sister quickly, and she nodded, still smiling. He sighed as he straightened, momentarily feeling torn between happiness that his sister seemed to have truly found love in this, seemly, staid and quiet Gondorian lord, and his own dread of losing her. Then he returned her smile with a small one of his own before continuing. "While a part of me hates to cut your reunion short, it would not be seemly to have it known to any that Faramir has come into the city ahead of his king. I will give you five minutes here, and then will return to escort you back the camp." He aimed a sharp look at Faramir. "If I see the slightest indication of any… inappropriate behaviour... when I return I will be most displeased. I have not yet made up my mind, Gondorian!"
He took a few steps toward the door, then stopped and turned once more, with a slight and cocky smile. "By the way, Lord Faramir, you are completely healed of your wounds?" Faramir looked puzzled for a moment but then nodded as he answered "Yes, Lord."
Eomer's full smile was quick and wicked. "Good!" He then walked to the door, turned to look at them both again, then left the room, shaking his head and rolling his eyes to Elfhelm, who stood guard in the hall. His sister and a Gondorian… Who would have guessed it?