i"What ever happens, stay with me," she held to his chest and his hand was over his. "I'll watch over you." he nodded and held tighter to her hand./i
She turned from the door and pressed her face into the pillow. The bed still smelt of him, the pipe-weed, the ale (not that they were drunk) and his sweet hair.
Rough fingers ran over smooth skin and kisses engulfed her body. Any where, any piece of skin he could find, he smothered in kisses; she ran hand over the crook in between his shoulder blades. It had been a glorious night, but she was now suffering.
Not suffering, oh she didn't know to call it. She was happy and sad, excited and nervous, mad and calm, regretful and glad. She let out a sigh and turned her face from the pillow.
A slight knock on the door. "M'lady?"
"Come in, Elena,"
The door slowly opened and Elena meekly walked in. "The horse and your bags are ready."
Eowyn sat up. "Thank you."
"Will you not tell us where you are going?"
"Not yet, Elena," she stood and pulled a cloak on. "Not until I get things sorted." She took the scroll from King Elessar and went for the door.
******
He sat on a patch of moss next to a babbling little brook, taking small puffs from his wooden pipe. The smoke danced in the breeze and a few leaves fell from the tree. One landed on his knee and he picked it up. It was changing from green to a dark red and yellow. He smiled and released it back into the wind. "It's good to be home."
"Merry!" he turned his head to the lovely female voice calling his name.
There she was. Beautiful red curls, rosy cheeks, sparkling green eyes. She wore a dark shawl over her small arms and gripped it tighter as the wind picked up.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, sitting next to him.
"Nothing," he smiled, not taking his eyes off her. "Just...enjoying the scenery."
"Want some company?" he didn't answer, but pulled her closer in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"I missed you so much," he lightly kissed her neck. "You'll marry me?"
"Of course I'll marry you. I told you yes yesterday and the day before that and the day before that," she laughed. She turned back to kiss him on the lips.
"Merry!" he voice called again, but this time it came from Pippin. "Merry!"
"Yes, Pippin?" Merry asked impatiently.
"There's someone coming to see you. Word is spreadin' through the Shire,"
"Who is it?" Merry and Estella stood.
"I don't know. From the East. One of the humans. He had a decree from Aragorn permittin' his presence. He asked specifically to see you. Alone,"
Merry and Estella exchanged glances. "Maybe I should take this."
"Merry, a Big Folk wants to see you. Alone. How do we know you'll be safe?"
"Aragorn wouldn't give someone a decree to enter an area he banned off to harm me. I'll see you tonight," she gave him a kiss before he and Pippin ran over the hill to their home.
She turned from the door and pressed her face into the pillow. The bed still smelt of him, the pipe-weed, the ale (not that they were drunk) and his sweet hair.
Rough fingers ran over smooth skin and kisses engulfed her body. Any where, any piece of skin he could find, he smothered in kisses; she ran hand over the crook in between his shoulder blades. It had been a glorious night, but she was now suffering.
Not suffering, oh she didn't know to call it. She was happy and sad, excited and nervous, mad and calm, regretful and glad. She let out a sigh and turned her face from the pillow.
A slight knock on the door. "M'lady?"
"Come in, Elena,"
The door slowly opened and Elena meekly walked in. "The horse and your bags are ready."
Eowyn sat up. "Thank you."
"Will you not tell us where you are going?"
"Not yet, Elena," she stood and pulled a cloak on. "Not until I get things sorted." She took the scroll from King Elessar and went for the door.
******
He sat on a patch of moss next to a babbling little brook, taking small puffs from his wooden pipe. The smoke danced in the breeze and a few leaves fell from the tree. One landed on his knee and he picked it up. It was changing from green to a dark red and yellow. He smiled and released it back into the wind. "It's good to be home."
"Merry!" he turned his head to the lovely female voice calling his name.
There she was. Beautiful red curls, rosy cheeks, sparkling green eyes. She wore a dark shawl over her small arms and gripped it tighter as the wind picked up.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, sitting next to him.
"Nothing," he smiled, not taking his eyes off her. "Just...enjoying the scenery."
"Want some company?" he didn't answer, but pulled her closer in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"I missed you so much," he lightly kissed her neck. "You'll marry me?"
"Of course I'll marry you. I told you yes yesterday and the day before that and the day before that," she laughed. She turned back to kiss him on the lips.
"Merry!" he voice called again, but this time it came from Pippin. "Merry!"
"Yes, Pippin?" Merry asked impatiently.
"There's someone coming to see you. Word is spreadin' through the Shire,"
"Who is it?" Merry and Estella stood.
"I don't know. From the East. One of the humans. He had a decree from Aragorn permittin' his presence. He asked specifically to see you. Alone,"
Merry and Estella exchanged glances. "Maybe I should take this."
"Merry, a Big Folk wants to see you. Alone. How do we know you'll be safe?"
"Aragorn wouldn't give someone a decree to enter an area he banned off to harm me. I'll see you tonight," she gave him a kiss before he and Pippin ran over the hill to their home.