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Faramir

He tugged on his wife's hands, eyes glittering in mischief. Éowyn resisted by digging her heels into the soft soil.

"No!" She exclaimed in a mixture of laughter and indignation. "I can't-"

"Aye, you can." He teased her. "Come. One dance. Then I shall leave you in peace."

"Faramir-"

Shieldmaiden she may be, but she underestimated Faramir's persistence. Faramir freed one of her hands and slung his hand around her waist. He carried her to the dance floor where many of the Ithilien Rangers danced with their wives. The air thrummed with the sound of steady drums and lively flutes.

"Faramir!"

"One dance!"

"You married a shieldmaiden, not a dancer." Éowyn told him when he set her on her feet in the middle of the dancing ground.

"You married a Steward, not a dancer," Faramir mimicked. "Have I not told you before that we are evenly matched because of our flaws?"

Faramir tugged her as the music began anew. This time, Éowyn's laughter followed them.