Eowyn awoke the next morning to great contentment. She had enjoyed the attention of Boromir at the feast. On one occasion, he even caused her to laugh aloud. She smiled at the memory. These visitors were charming and fun. Moreover, they brought protection. Since their arrival, Wormtongue had been cowed, and now it appeared he had disappeared altogether. Nobody knew to where and Eowyn did not care. He was gone!
She smiled again as she dressed with care. Not that there was any need for haste, for the men had been about Edoras till dawn. Eowyn had seen them return from her window, and she knew that this morning even the gentle one would be incapacitated for hours. She laughed aloud at the thought.
She had not felt this contented in years.
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Faramir it was who now lay under the blankets groaning while his brother tried to coax him out of bed.
"Up, up now," Boromir insisted. " We have business to attend to!"
"Please, have some mercy," Faramir pleaded.
"You had none on me previously," Boromir retorted. "Besides, plenty of time for mercy later. I wish to speak with you." He whipped the covers off his brother.
Groaning Faramir rolled out of bed and joined Boromir by the fire, holding his head. "Where is that dear lady with her remedy?"
"Presently, presently," Boromir waved a hand dismissively.
"Very well, you have an earnest preoccupation. Out with it then!"
Boromir announced. "I believe that we may leave soon for Gondor!"
"Leave?" Faramir sat up a little straighter.
"Brother, there is no problem here, but a pesky worm of a man who ran away from us. We can return to Gondor with the pledge of goodwill from the king."
Faramir considered his words, "And the lady?"
Boromir paused, "We don't need her. Though I do enjoy her. She melted last night. Never have I seen her more fair and happy."
"But you don't want to marry her?" Faramir pressed.
"Of course not. I wish not to marry at all. That has not changed."
Faramir rubbed his head and asked quietly, "You want me to marry her, then?
"Only if father orders it," Boromir answered. "But I believe we will have Rohan with us without the marriage. Especially after what was said last night between myself and Theodred."
"A pledge made while intoxicated is not binding in law, even in Rohan," Faramir warned.
Boromir snorted in reply.
"Look to it, Boromir!" Faramir insisted.
"Very well," Boromir conceded. "Hours will tell if all is remembered."
"And then we leave?" Faramir asked.
"Presently, but with the riders of the Mark. They wish to accompany us to the borders, and then resume a patrol." Boromir looked at Faramir. "You would be sorry to go?"
"I would not have thought it but a few days ago," Faramir replied, "but the time here has been a welcome respite."
"Indeed," Boromir agreed. "But consider we are to be graced with a week of riding and camping with the great horsemen of the Mark!" He tasseled Faramir's hair, "Look to that little brother, and think how for us, life is good."
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AN: sorry it took so long to update. I'm having trouble with this section of the story.
She smiled again as she dressed with care. Not that there was any need for haste, for the men had been about Edoras till dawn. Eowyn had seen them return from her window, and she knew that this morning even the gentle one would be incapacitated for hours. She laughed aloud at the thought.
She had not felt this contented in years.
*
Faramir it was who now lay under the blankets groaning while his brother tried to coax him out of bed.
"Up, up now," Boromir insisted. " We have business to attend to!"
"Please, have some mercy," Faramir pleaded.
"You had none on me previously," Boromir retorted. "Besides, plenty of time for mercy later. I wish to speak with you." He whipped the covers off his brother.
Groaning Faramir rolled out of bed and joined Boromir by the fire, holding his head. "Where is that dear lady with her remedy?"
"Presently, presently," Boromir waved a hand dismissively.
"Very well, you have an earnest preoccupation. Out with it then!"
Boromir announced. "I believe that we may leave soon for Gondor!"
"Leave?" Faramir sat up a little straighter.
"Brother, there is no problem here, but a pesky worm of a man who ran away from us. We can return to Gondor with the pledge of goodwill from the king."
Faramir considered his words, "And the lady?"
Boromir paused, "We don't need her. Though I do enjoy her. She melted last night. Never have I seen her more fair and happy."
"But you don't want to marry her?" Faramir pressed.
"Of course not. I wish not to marry at all. That has not changed."
Faramir rubbed his head and asked quietly, "You want me to marry her, then?
"Only if father orders it," Boromir answered. "But I believe we will have Rohan with us without the marriage. Especially after what was said last night between myself and Theodred."
"A pledge made while intoxicated is not binding in law, even in Rohan," Faramir warned.
Boromir snorted in reply.
"Look to it, Boromir!" Faramir insisted.
"Very well," Boromir conceded. "Hours will tell if all is remembered."
"And then we leave?" Faramir asked.
"Presently, but with the riders of the Mark. They wish to accompany us to the borders, and then resume a patrol." Boromir looked at Faramir. "You would be sorry to go?"
"I would not have thought it but a few days ago," Faramir replied, "but the time here has been a welcome respite."
"Indeed," Boromir agreed. "But consider we are to be graced with a week of riding and camping with the great horsemen of the Mark!" He tasseled Faramir's hair, "Look to that little brother, and think how for us, life is good."
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AN: sorry it took so long to update. I'm having trouble with this section of the story.