"Lord Faramir," she says softly as they start to ride back. "No one has yet to tell me the mare's name.....? " She waits, prodding it on to get behind her brother, staying close as she dared for the moment.

He rides along beside Eowyn, looking over at her when she speaks. He smiles while reaching up to rub his shoulder. "She has no name. As I could never find one that fit her spirit. Though I did call her Lady, as it was all that came to my mind when it came time to name her. But you may name her what you see fit, Lady Eowyn. As she is yours now. And I do not believe she likes the name I gave her very much."

She looks down at her new horse as she rides, rubbing the horse's neck slowly with one hand as she controls the reins with the other. She does it with such mastery it is as if she has been doing it since she al her life, all the while speaking softly to the mare. "I am shocked," she finally says to Faramir as they move to join up with the rest of them. "I am shocked that you didn't pick something more elaborate then 'Lady'." She smiles shyly at him, thinking that he may have been thinking of more then just that lady as of late. That thought brings a blush to her cheeks and she quickly looks away from him, trying to cover it over by thinking of a name for the horse. "Tiearsky?" she asks softly. "Or something easier, something more simple, like maybe Crystal?" She flashes him a dazzling smile as she says the name out loud. "Crystal is a lovely name, and it is more then just a Lady, don't you think?" Her hand moves back and forth in those slow circles, the calming ones that she had always used on her mounts. She had discovered the healing properties of her massages over the years, as had a few select people. Mostly she used her touch oh her Uncle or her brother, and now she uses it on this mount, calming her. She keeps watching Faramir, planning on using it on him when next they stopped. She could see the pain he was in and she knew that given a few minutes, she would be able to ease his pain considerably. She just hoped that she could put it off as nothing more then a simple massage, but she thought it unlikely. Her brother had long since put her hands in the same category as Gandalf's magic. She didn't like that analysis, but there wasn't anything she could about it. When Faramir had spoke of her being a healer days before, she had laughed it off, playing it up that he must be joking, she was no healer. She had hoped that he had not heard the stories, that indeed he only spoke of her in that way because she was a woman and men tended to like them taking care of their ailments. That was why she had been so flippant with him. But she could not hide her gift from him any longer, she could not let him hurt any more. She kicks her mare into a trot, catching up with her brother. "Eomer, we need to rest a little while. Take lunch maybe. The sun is high and Lord Faramir is hurting. He keeps grabbing his shoulder." She looks back at him then at her brother, leaning in towards him so only he could hear. "I really need to massage his shoulder, Eomer. He is in pain." Her eyes go back to Faramir and then to her brother. Well at least it would be for a good reason, letting him learn of her healing talents... She looks at her brother again. "Please, can we have lunch? I am hot and thirsty as I am sure everyone is. The Orcs are back that way, far behind us. Gandalf can keep the rest away, for now. Then we can eat, thank the heavens!" She waits with baited breath for him to answer her.

Eomer looks at his sister when she comes riding up beside him. He then sighs as the hobbits start demanding they stop for lunch, since it was past the Shire's lunchtime. When she mentions giving Faramir a massage he looks back, watching the man talking with Gandalf near the back of the back of the procession. Faramir had his hand on his injured shoulder. But he still didn't want his sister tending to him. He looks over at Eowyn again. "We can stop but I am sure it is nothing his medicine will not fix, Eowyn. You do not need to make your talent clear to him so soon." He sighs deeply as she gives him an angry look and starts to say she could help Faramir more than his medicine. He hated it when his sister got her heart set on something. There was no way to change her mind. So it is with much reluctance that he nods. "Fine. You may help him. But be careful, Eowyn." He then looks around and finds a nice clearing to stop in. He directs the group to the clearing and then calls a stop for lunch. Getting down off his horse he lets it's reigns go and watches as it walks off to stand with the other horses, except those pulling the cart with his uncle in it. He moves over and sits beside some of his men, all who were watching their Lady tending to a man from Gondor. "What is the problem, Men? Look no longer. Have your lunches. She is in no danger with him." He smiles and shakes his head as the men instantly start to chatter among themselves about pointless things while getting a fire going and their lunch ready. He however can't look away from his sister and Faramir. It wasn't that he didn't like the man. It was that the man was pursing his sister.

He smiles and nods. "Yes. Crystal is a nice name." He continues to rub his shoulder, knowing now it had not been a good idea to shoot that arrow at the orc. But he was a ranger and it was the quickest way to kill it at such a distance. Still, he shouldn't have done that, because now his shoulder was killing him, though he was doing his best to play it off as nothing, seeing as he didn't want anyone thinking he was weak. He watches as Eowyn rides up to her brother, then he looks to the side as Gandalf comes up beside him and asks him if he was alright. "I am fine, Gandalf." He sees the old man's skeptical but amused smile and sighs. "It hurts a little....all right. Yes. It hurts quite a bit. I think I should not have used my bow so soon. But it was needed at the time and I can deal with a little pain. Had to before." He sees Gandalf's knowing look and nods. "I am fine." When asked why he kept a close watch on the Lady Eowyn he answers without thinking. "Because I love her." He stiffens as he realizes what he just said and then blushes at Gandalf's laugh. "Well....it is true. Though I do not yet know her feelings for me, I dare to think she might return my feelings. I wish not to rush her, though. So I have yet to tell her. I gave her that horse." He frowns a little, glancing at Gandalf. "Was that too much? I do not think it is. She needed a horse and I have no use for that one anymore." He hears Gandalf's amused answer and smiles, shaking his head. "Yes yes. Alright. But it is hers now. Ah...she returns." He smiles as he sees Eowyn riding back to them. He smiles and nods to Eowyn, then he hears Eomer call for a stop and he looks back at Gandalf as he turns and rides Shadowfax back down the trail they just came. He looks back at Eowyn and smiles. "I think a bit of lunch will be nice." He climbs down off his horse, using his good hand and landing on one leg so as not to jar the injured one. He pulls a few things out of his saddle bags and then follows Eowyn over to a nice spot under a tree but away from the others. He is confused by her need to be away from the others but not displeased with it. Sitting down on the ground he sets the flask of medicine down beside a bit of bread and meat he had brought to eat. There was more than enough for the two of them, as was his plan. "Would you like some, Eowyn?" He holds up the bread and meat, while smiling at her.

When her brother makes it clear to her that he doesn't want her to help Faramir she is angry. "The medicine is not working. I can help him." He interrupts her as he relents. She smiles, reaching across the gap to caress his cheek. "I will be careful, Eomer, I promise." She moves away from him, the horse easily taking her commands. It was as if the horse were meant for her, because it responded to each of her moves instantly. She smiles as she passes Gandalf, wondering at the look he gives her but instantly she dismisses it as she sees Faramir. "Yes, but why don't we stop here?" It was a little away from the rest and they could easily talk without others overhearing. As she gets off her horse by the trees she smiles over at him. "Why thank you. I believe I have some lunch that my brother has up there, we can share it later." She takes a wine sack off her horse and brings it over, offering it to him. "Something to drink? Something other then your medicine." Her brother didn't want her to let her talent be known to Faramir yet, so she would try her best to do as he wished, while still helping him. She planned on giving him the massage when he takes his medicine, that way she would hope he would think it was the medicine taking effect and only think her massage was a pleasant addition to the afternoon. "After you eat, when you take your medicine, would you like it if I massaged your shoulder a little?" she asks casually. She takes the meat and bread from him, sitting down next to him and laying it out on a cloth she had brought over from the horse with fruit in it. Then she motions to the fruit. "Desert." She takes a bite of the meat, waiting for his answer, hoping he will agree to it.

He smiles at her, taking the flask of wine from her and taking a quick drink before he hands it back. He then takes a bite out of his piece of bread and chews on it thoughtfully as he watches the group before him. When she makes her suggestion he instantly nods. "I would like that, Eowyn." He smiles at her and then as if remembering he snaps his fingers and sets his piece of bread down on the cloth beside him. "I almost forgot." He gets up and walks over to his horse, pulling something out of one of the saddlebags. He walks back over and sits down again, smiling and handing her something wrapped in cloth. "The book I promised to bring. It is one of my favorites." He picks up his piece of bread and a piece of meat and starts eating again, watching her as she looks at the book. He smiles as he feels a nudge on his shoulder and looks up. "Well bothersome today are you not?" He shakes his head and chuckles, holding up a piece of his bread to his horse, which eats the bread gladly. "Always stealing my lunch. Maybe I shall start eating grass, so that I may steal yours." He smiles fondly at the horse, glad that it hadn't been killed in that useless attack on Osgiliath and the Orcs that held it.

She takes the book from him, relieved that he had agreed to the massage without her having to press the issue. She doesn't think twice about the fact he agreed so quickly. When he hands her the book, she lays it in her lap and opens it, glancing at the pages and the words. Yes, she could read this, it might not always be easy, but she would be able to for the most part and the parts she stumbled over she was sure he could help her. She glances up at him, smiling. "We can start it now, if you would like. Maybe while I rub your shoulder you could start reading it. Then if there is time, I do not know how long the break is but I am sure it will only be time enough to eat, I could read it to you." She closes the book and puts it between them before taking another bite of her food. "What is it about?" She sips some wine, washing down her meal.

He feeds a bit more bread to his horse, then nudges him away before he goes back to eating, looking over at Eowyn when she speaks. "We could do that." He eats some more and then laughs as his horse now tries to get bread from Eowyn. "My apologies, Eowyn. I usually shared my lunch with him on our travels. Though I did not have him with me when I was stationed in the forests of Ithilien." He smiles and shakes his head. "I had all my lunch then." He laughs as his horse nudges the side of his head. Then he looks at Eowyn when she asks what the story is about. "It is a love story, from long ago. My mother said it was a part of our history at our history."

She feeds the horse a peace of her bread before it goes back to bugging Faramir. "It sounds like it will be interesting then. Something easy to listen to and read. There have been some books that you wonder why they took all that effort into writing them, because they are either more like schoolbooks and too full of details. I enjoy the books about history that are easy to read, giving you the technical information while you read about other things, sort of slipping it into the story so that it is just ... there." She takes another bite of meat, smiling at him. "It is hard to explain. Though I value all books. The effort in which some of them are made, you know they must be important in some way." She caresses the cover of the book briefly. "This one has been crafted meticulously, the skill put into it is very good. You can tell whomever crafted it has a deep love for their work. Something you do not see a lot of these days."

He watches her as she speaks, smiling at her, as he seemed to always be now. "It is an old book, but the librarians at Minas Tirith take very good care of the books there." He finishes off his meat and bread and then takes a few pieces of the fruit she had and takes his time eating that. When finished he picks up his flask of medicine and looks at it, dreading taking the contents.

She eats with him in peace, nodding at what he was saying. She knew what he was talking about as Rohan's librarians took great care with what books where in the castle. There were not a lot of books, and so they were taken care of with tender loving hands. She was eating an apple, having also finished her meat and bread, when he picks up the flask. She wanted to stop him from drinking it, but she felt the need to please her brother on this one. It would not harm Faramir to take the medicine, so it wasn't a sin to not tell him about what she was going to do. The result would be perfect in the end. His shoulder would be a lot better, which was all he needed to know at the moment. She puts the rest of her apple down, motioning to a pear. "You should eat that after you take your medicine. Then it won't taste so bad going down," she says softly, knowing what that look he was giving the medicine meant. She stands up and moves around him, kneeling down behind him and resting her hands on his shoulders. She felt like she had all the eyes in the world on her, so she turns and that is when she sees her brother watching her. She wished she could tell him that she was not doing anything wrong, she wasn't letting him see it just yet, but she wanted to relieve Faramir of his pain first. So she turns her head, looking to see if he had taken the medicine before she can start massaging his shoulder.

He takes the pear and takes a bite out of it, then once he has eaten about half of it he sets it down and takes a drink from the flask of medicine. It wasn't so bad but still it wasn't good either. He closes the flask and then sets it down beside him, coughing a bit as he picks up the half of pear and starts eating it again. He can't help but shiver when he feels her hands on his shoulders. He smiles and closes his eyes for a moment, savoring how her hands felt.

She lays her hands gently on his shoulders, using her thumbs in a circular motion she starts to slowly work on the kinks in the muscles. She could feel how tend he was and she frowns. "You should learn to relax a little more, Faramir. I can feel the knots in you shoulders too easily." She had been about to say 'even on top of your clothes' but then she knew how that would sound if she had, so she quickly changed it to 'too easily'. She then starts to work on just the bad shoulder, saying softly, "Just stay relaxed and it will help. You have a lot on your mind and it shows in the kink in them. It is harder here." She starts to massage the part right to the outer edge of his shoulder, smiling as she can feel the warmth start to emulate from her palms and she starts to use them to massage his shoulder, the injured one. "How about you start reading?"

He finishes off the pear and then looks at her when she asks him to read. Wiping his hands on a cloth he picks up the book and sets it on his lap, feeling the pain in his shoulder start to disappear. He turns to the first page and starts to read, speaking only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

While he reads she works her magic on his shoulder. The words were bringing a smile to her face. It wasn't magic, not like Gandalf or the likes but it was a talent that bordered on magic. Though her brother and the rest of her family did take it as that, because it was a special talent, and one that made her different. It was one reason Eomer didn't want her to tell Faramir. Because they had kept it a secret all the time, letting only family know. It was something that would have caused her to be hounded constantly from the sick and personally she didn't know exactly what it was she could heal anyway. The things she had tried, she had succeeded. But they were always the little things, like this shoulder, or her Uncle's back. The only thing she hadn't been able to heal what his when Uncle had been poisoned by his aid, changing him. Now that he had been set free from that, he had been killed, and though she was there, that had been more then she could heal. So all in all it was better kept secret, which was why she used the cover of the medicine as she works, letting him think it is that that worked, even if it hadn't much to this point.

She shifts one hand over, pressing a little harder at one place, knowing there was a weakness beneath her palm, she could feel it, and she keeps massaging, now that she was taking that weakness away.

He winces a little when she touches the tender spot on his shoulder, where his wound was. It wasn't healed fully yet. None of his wounds were. Which was why he had to take the medicine. He relaxes though as the pain starts to leave again. He notices he had stopped reading and starts to read again, smiling as he gets into the book. So he doesn't notice until she nudges him with his hand. He looks up and at her and smiles when she tells him she was finished and they needed to go. Nodding he collects his things and brings them over to his horse. After carefully stowing them away he climbs up onto his horse and tests his shoulder. It wasn't stiff anymore. And the pain was a lot more bearable. Smiling he looks over at Eowyn as they start off again after the group. "Thank you, Eowyn. My shoulder feels much better now."

She nudges him when he stops reading and the second time he stops she nudged him again, only this time to tell him they needed to go. Her brother had signaled her after catching her attention. She packs her horse up and then gets on again, nudging it along so that it start out a little fast to catch up with the rest of the group. "Come on, we should try to get up with them." When they are a little closer she then goes into a normal pace with the horse, smiling over at him. "You are welcome, but I didn't do anything, just thought it might help a little." She smiles modestly at him. She would have to tell Eomer that she hadn't told him, she knew he would be happy. But for now she just enjoys herself. "Faramir, that was a lovely beginning." She was speaking of the book.

He smiles at her and nods. "Which is why it is one of my favorites. It does not get dull. Like some history books tend to do." He continues riding along at the back of the group with her, listening to the woods surrounding them but also to her.