**Authors Notes:
I keep getting people mentioning the tense, over and over, even when I have mentioned that it has been duely noted. So let me toss this out there. If it bothers you sooooo much, then why don't you change it? What do I mean? I mean that if it is such a pet peeve, then e-mail me and you can send me each chapter re-written with the correct tenses. Nothing else changed but the correct tenses, but that changed so that it isn't staring you in the face driving you nuts, which it seems to be doing for several people. As I have said repeatedly, this is a joint effert, but I am the only one of the two putting it together and sticking it online, so besides correcting some grammer and spelling, I don't always catch all the tenses. Also Alys, as far as the 'modern phrases', some of them too slip by and some of them are put there on purpose. As far as the one view per paragraph, yes that is content, take note of the first author's notes in the very first chapter and you will see why it is done that way. ;) **


***************Chapter 29***************


She had slept for 12 hours before finally waking, the whole time her brother was by her side. She had smiled at him as she opened her eyes to see him watching her. He had tears in his eyes and she hugged him, thanking him for rescuing her, at which he had told her she did the rescuing. Instantly she asked about Boromir to find out he had lived through the night, but it would take time for him to heal. Getting up and getting dressed with Eomer's help she had gone to Boromir's bed, dismissing Monica and taking her place. And that is where she stayed.

Now, two days later she smiles down at him as he finally opens his eyes, his fever breaking and finally allowing him to awaken.

"Hello, Lord Boromir." She motions for the healer to go tell her brother that the Lord was awake, then looks back down at him. "You have had us worried you would not make it long enough to see your brother." She helps him to sit up and lean back against the headboard. "I have some solid food for you, do you think that you can stomach a little? You need it to build your energy." She picks up the plate and lays it in her lap, holding the fork up, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "The real question is, are you going to feed yourself, or am I?"

Boromir moans softly as he opens his eyes, blinking and wincing against the sunlight streaming in through the window. He opens his eyes again when he hears his name and looks over to see Eowyn. With a soft smile on his space he whispers her name. It was the only thing he could say. His throat was dry and scratchy. When she asks him if he thought he could stomach some solid food he nods and winces as she helps him sit up. He then notices his right ar was in a sling with his shoulder unmoveable. He was wearing a shirt that opened at the front and could see bandages on his chest and stomach. He lifts the sheet and looks under it. His knees were wrapped up tight as well. Putting the blanket back down he turns his head and gives her a tired smile, accepting the drink of water she gives him. It was the most wonderful thing he had tasted. The water was cool and fresh. Perfect. He frowns when she takes the water away. He had wanted more but when she informs him too much might make him sick he nods. That was true. When she aks if she should feed him he nods. He could hardly hold the cup of water. So feeding himself was out of the question. He watches her as she starts to feed him, noting the deep cut on her cheek and the bandage around her wrist. "Are you alright, Eowyn?"

As she starts to feed him, being careful not to put too much on the fork or shove it in his mouth, she notices him staring at her, checking her out. When he asks if she was okay her eyes go to his face questioningly. They follow his eyes back to her wrist, the one she was using to very carefully hold onto the plate. "I will be okay. I am in better shape then you." She sees his eyes go to her cheek and she reaches up self consciously, looking back at his plate sadly. "It looks worse then it hurts. The healer thought it would need to be sewn, but I refused and just bandaged it good. It may not leave a scar, but then again," she shrugs, holding his fork up to his mouth again. "It was worth it, getting you out of there. I would have knowingly gone through even more if it meant that you came out in the end." She puts the fork down and picks up a napkin, gently wiping at his mouth. "Your color is starting to come back. And I am glad that you have finally woken, you have been out for two and a half days." She puts the napkin down and picks up the fork again, motioning to the plate, asking which he would like next. When he indicates what, she picks some of it up on the fork and goes on. "At least you are out of the woods and you will definitely live long enough to see your brother."

At the mention of his brother his eyes widen and he sits up a little more, ignoring the flash of pain that sends through his head and body. "Faramir? Is he coming?" For some reason, one he would figure out later when he was alone, he felt...afraid of his brother. He was never afraid of his brother before. "Eowyn..." He shakes his head when she offers him more food. He was actually quite full from just the little she had given him. "Does he know? About me?"

She puts the fork back down, frowning. "You haven't eaten much, Lord." She sighs. "But I know that if you are anything like your brother, I know you are stubborn and will eat no more just because I asked you to." She puts things in order on the tray and puts it on the night stand. "That is there for when you want to eat more. If you do not, then I will bring you something fresh later." She sees his look and smiles as she gets up and walks over to the dresser. "No, Faramir does not know about you. When I came up missing my brother sent his fastest rider to Gondor. He would be there by now, for sure. Since he sent for him, if Faramir is close to the castle, and not off somewhere, he should be back here within the week. It all depends on where he was when the rider reached there and how fast he can get back. It is at least a three day hard ride, so I would not expect him for at least that long. But since I know that he was supposed to be going around to the villages in Gondor to help rebuild, he may be even farther away. Eomer sent another rider out with the update, but he will not have reached the place yet." She comes back from the dresser with a basin of water that she sets down on a chair. Then getting a wash clothe wet and soapy, she starts to wash his face and neck tenderly, making sure not to put too much pressure on any cuts or bruises.

Boromir watches her closely when she starts to bathe his face and neck, very much enjoying her soft touch. "Eowyn, am I allowed out of this bed? I am only asking because I wish to be out in the sun. I can not remember the last time I sat in it's warmth." He hears something to his right and stiffens, his head turning to the right so he could see who it was that was standing near the door.

Eomer nods to the rider when he hands him a large stack of letters and other things. "Thank you Vaccor. That will be all." He waits for the young man to nod and leave before he starts to go through all the letters. He pulls out anything from Lothiriel and instantly opens them. A huge smile breaks across his face as he reads her letters. When he is finished, he puts the letters carefully back into their envelopes and then gets up from his throne and walks to his study to put them on his desk there with the other mail. He does however take out anything that was for Eowyn. There was a stack of letters from Faramir. With a smile he goes to her room but doesn't find her there. Sighing deeply he knows exactly where she was. With Boromir. If he didn't know his sister and her loyalty to Faramir....well he might be worried. Taking the letters he stops in front of the closed door and knocks. Getting no answer he opens the door and walks inside. Smiling at his sister he shakes his head and speaks when she looks at him. "I have some letters from Faramir for you."

She doesn't hear her brother knock because she had been listening to Boromir, bent over wringing out the clothe and working on cleaning his arm. When he enters, she has her hand loosely grasping Boromir's with one hand and the other was working the clothe tenderly down from his shoulder to his wrist. Her whole face lights up when he speaks about letters from Faramir.

"They have arrived?" She quickly drops the clothe into the basin and jumps up, running over to Eomer, the skirts of her green dress flowing behind her. Stopping in front of him she takes the letters and gasps. He must have written one every day, like he had promised. "Thank you, Eomer." She leans in and kisses her brother's cheek, clutching the letters to her chest with one hand as she wraps the other around him and hugs him, kissing his cheek again. "Thank you," she whispers. Leaning back, she turns slightly, motioning to Boromir. "Eomer, Lord Boromir would like to know if he can go outside. He just asked so I hadn't had the chance to tell him that it has been raining while he has been sleeping." She also hadn't mentioned that she had spent the last 2 days by his side watching over him and nursing him. Eomer had known right where she would be because that was where she had been since she herself woke up. But she didn't think that odd, she just wanted to make sure he was well taken care of.

Eomer smiles at his sister and hands her the letters. He then looks at Boromir and shakes his head. "No. The healers have informed me he needs to stay in bed a few more days to regain his strength." He sees the disappointed look on Boromir's face. "I am sorry, Lord Boromir. I do not think my sister or your brother would like for you to be sick again." He waits for Boromir's nod, then he looks at Eowyn. "I have work to be done so if you need me I will be in my study." With a smile to his sister and a nod to Boromir he leaves the room and heads back to his study.

Boromir looks over at Eowyn as she gets up and rushes over to her brother. He can't help but smile, ignoring the jealousy he feels. But when Eomer says he could not go outside he frowns and sighs. As much as he liked being in the soft warm bed and having Eowyn taking care of him, he felt....trapped again. But what could he do. Shaking his head he looks at Eowyn as she comes and sits beside him again, holding the small stack of letters on her lap. "You do not need to read them here, Eowyn."

She smiles softly at him. "I do not think you would want to hear them anyway, they are probably just the rumblings of a man bored to tears with work," she teases, though she hoped that it was so much more. She carefully lays the letters down on the night stand and once more picks up the wash clothe and gets it soapy. Then starting to wash his other arm she sighs, her eyes lifting to gaze on him sadly. "I am sorry, Lord Boromir. I know how frustrating it must be to have to stay in. Though just remember, it has been rotten weather, so outside is not as good as it might sound. Soon enough though, a few more days," she looks back at his hand as she washes it, "and you will be able to go outside. Maybe then the weather will be better and we can both sit out there in the sun." She drops the clothe into the basin again before getting up and moving down the bed. Pulling the blankets back from his leg, she gently pushes his sleeping gown up his thigh, high enough so she could wash his leg, but low enough to be decent. Then getting the wash clothe again, she doesn't sit down this time, but rather leans over, her long blond hair falling forward onto his leg. She reaches out and lifts her hair up, tossing it over her shoulder so it no longer hung down on his leg, but rather down her back. This exposed her face to his view too, which had been hidden when her hair had fallen forward. She doesn't look at him though, she just starts to wash his leg gently, working from his upper thigh and carefully working down, getting as much as she could clean while being as gentle and tender as she could so as not to cause him any undo pain. Boromir watches her as she continues to clean him up. When her hand touches his leg he can't help but shiver. Damnit why was he letting her get to him like this? He sighs and wonders something. "Eowyn? I know you love him but...why do you want to marry my brother?"

She pauses what she is doing and looks up at him in shock. "Is love not enough?"

He shrugs, wincing, though his right shoulder moved a little. "No. It can be enough. I suppose I am just looking out for my brother." Though really he was seeing just how serious the two were.

She smiles and moves about, moving her things to the other side of the bed. Once there she starts working on his other leg, this knee was much worse then the other and so she gathers together some bandages, she would change them. "Then ask what you would like, Boromir. If you are looking out for your brother, what would you like to know" She undoes the old bandages, being very careful, her touch but a feather against his skin. "Would you like me to tell you why else I wish to marry him? Though I am not sure exactly what you are asking for." She carefully cleans the wounds. "Your brother is both tender and strong at the same time, much like I have seen you to be. You do not wish others to see it, neither does he, especially does he. He has been treated as the weaker of you two all his life. Your father would rather burn him alive then see him live because you were dead." She pauses, glancing up at him briefly with a soft smile. "I mean no disrespect, my Lord, I am just trying to answer you." She then looks back down as she puts some balm on the wounds, using her fingers so as to be gentle and careful. "He has a big heart. He thinks that he doesn't deserve to be loved, in that he is wrong. He does not believe that I love him." She starts to bandage his knee very carefully, lifting his leg with her other hand just enough off the bed to wrap the bandage around. "He has told me that, that he doesn't believe it. I hope that one day I can prove to him that I do. Though I have already tried." Yes, she had indeed, by giving herself fully to him, she had tried to show him that she loved him. And then there is that voice in the back of her head.... if you love Faramir so much, then why are you tending to Boromir and not letting Monica do it? Did it really have to do with wanting to make sure it was done right? Or something else entirely?

He nods, listening to her, wincing when she lifts his leg. When she finishes he smiles slightly and nods, again pushing away the jealousy he feels. "And your love for him will never change?" The words were out before he can stop them. He hopes she didn't read too much into them.

When she finishes tying the bandage she picks up the wash clothe and starts washing his leg, starting high up on his outer thigh. She moves her hand along the top of his leg, trying to be careful as she washes his inner thigh, her fingertips slipping from the cloth to lightly pass over the tender skin there. But she does not notice she had done it, her mind on his question till finally she looks at him, her hand paused on his inner thigh. "What do you mean by 'change'?" She tilts her head to the side, wondering if he meant for it to get stronger, or maybe for it to go away. She hoped it would get stronger, and yet she feared it, as much as she feared it going away. As she locks her eyes with his she feels a jolt go through her system. She can't take her eyes off of him for some reason, and she didn't even realize it, but she was holding her breath, waiting for his answer.

He tenses when he feels her fingers brushing against his thigh. It felt good, but he had to stay in control. Though her hand on his leg wasn't helping any. Taking his eyes off hers he reaches down with his good hand and takes her hand off his leg. Then he smiles softly and holds her hand. "I mean do you see yourself married to him forever?"

At that she can't help but smile and squeeze his hand. "Another test? Here is the part where I say 'Of course! How long am I supposed to be married? A day and then leave him?' After all, as a good brother," she pulls her hand from his and starts to clean up his leg again, this time her hand further down, near his knee, "you wouldn't want me to answer that I only planned on marrying him long enough to bed him." She blushes at her statement, especially since she knew she didn't need to marry him to do that, but it was a common statement. Though it was normally said between the men about women.

He looks at her. "That is not what I mean." He knew why she had said that. He himself had been asked the question of why he was with a woman and his response, though he now felt ashamed for saying it, but at the time his response had always been so he could bed the woman. Then he would go onto the next. It wasn't that he was a womanizer, he didn't treat the women badly, most of them knew what he was like before they got involved with him. Those were the women who still had been his friends afterwards. He was no stranger to bed hopping. With a sigh he watches what she was doing, feeling better when she pulls the blankets back over his legs. "I....I know you are a good woman, Eowyn. I know you would not intentionally ever hurt my brother. But do you truly love him enough to only want him?" He holds up his good hand at her angry look. "I merely ask because I do not wish to see either of you hurt and to rush into something such as marriage....well marriage is a rather large step. I will be asking Faramir these questions as well, Eowyn. For I have come to care for you, as a friend. I do not wish to see you hurt as well." He hoped his hasty add on 'as a friend' wasn't too obvious to her.

She takes the basin and goes to the door, passing out to one of the guards who passes it on to a passing chambermaid. Returning to the room, she goes back to his bed and sits down, reaching out and picking up a bottle from the night stand. She motions for his arm, uncapping the bottle to pour some of the softly scented lotion onto it before replacing it to the night stand. Then she slowly starts to massage the lotion into his skin. She watches what she is doing, not his face, her's thoughtful as she tries to answer his question. "I would like to say that I truly love him." She should, she gave herself to him. She blushes at the thought, hoping he didn't notice, for as far as he was concerned, she was the perfect Lady, virginal and all. "I have loved before, so I know that which I speak of." This thought brings a pained look to her face. It was clear for anyone to see that the love she spoke of had caused her a lot of pain, though she does not realize that it is written on her face. "It was not that long ago either. The love I feel for your brother is much more then that love was. I thought that I would surely love no one else as I did Ar-him." She doesn't know why she stops, not revealing the name of her first love. Faramir knew, so it was not a secret. She continues, still her eyes don't meet his, but rather watch her hands as she continues to work the lotion up and down his arm, paying attention to his wrist and the palm of his hand, using her thumbs against it in slow circular motions. Her massages were not always magical, far from it, most of the time they were just that, a simple massage. It just happened that she was very good at it and it had come in handy to both her brother and her cousin after they had had their own sparing matches with the winner getting her attention first.

She mentally shakes herself, going back to her thoughts of Faramir. She spoke of loving another, that she had not loved him as she loved Faramir. But at the time she loved Aragorn, had she not then thought she could love no one else more? Did that mean that maybe she just did not know what love was? That she indeed could meet someone and fall in love, in love deeper then she was with Faramir? That thought keeps the pained expression on her face.

"But when that love did not turn out to be true, I happened to be lucky enough that I met your brother and fell in love with him. I did not love the other as I have loved your brother. I love him much more then I ever loved the other." Though at the time she thought that she could not love anyone more then Aragorn and even to this day that love pained her. He had been her first love, her true first love. But she had never been his love. Even after the battle for Helm's Deep when she searched him out, trying to find him to make sure he was alive, he did not search for her. Rather she had been the one to find him. It had always come down to that. Her loving him and him kindly just being there, for he had always loved Arwen. That was something Faramir never did understand. He just knew she had loved him, he never saw that Aragorn never loved her.

He watches her, his heart going out to her when he sees the pain on her face. He remembers what she said also. That she had lost one love and instantly gained another. He'd heard about this. So Faramir could be the rebound man which meant she loved him but not like she should so there WAS a chance. His heart grows lighter at that thought. Yes. He could court her. When her hand reaches his again he quickly grips her hand and smiles softly at her. "Eowyn, you do not need to talk of this if it bothers you. But I am happy my brother has you. If only it were my luck to find a woman such as you. Who is beautiful and kind and who could love me. That would be a dream come true for me." He rubs his thumb gently against her hand, his eyes locking with hers again.

When he starts to rub his thumb against her hand she feels a shiver run down her spine and her heart skip a beat. She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving his. "I am sure that you will find a love, Boromir," she says ever so softly. What was he doing to her? Why was her hands suddenly sweaty? She wants to tug her hand free from his grasp, but her body refuses to do as her mind says. "It is not that it bothers me, my first love that is. I... I .. think that it is just that when it ended, it was more like a slap in the face." She blushes and smiles at him suddenly. "Actually, I do not know why I am telling you this. Maybe it is your touch, because my hand seems to be tingling and my tongue loosened." Yet she still doesn't pull it from his grasp. "I think that the problem was that it was more public then I wished it to be. I wore my heart on my sleeve and everyone knew that I was in love, even your brother. But Aragorn did not love me. Soon it was obvious to me the state of affairs and I pulled myself away from it all. I am very happy for Arwen and Aragorn and wish them all the best in their marriage, do not get me wrong. And we are friends, even now. Saruman thought that I would be valuable to Aragorn because of that, he thought that he had two Kings in his pocket. The truth be told, if I don't see Aragorn again in my lifetime I will be a happy woman. I feel I made a fool of myself, falling in love with a man I could never have. A man that did not want me. And everyone saw it. It hurt." A single tear rolls down her cheek unchecked. "I came home, accompanied by Faramir and others, and it was on the trip home that I realized that even though I loved Aragorn, I did not love him as much as I love your brother. But even with that knowledge... I am embarrassed the fool I made of myself." She stops suddenly when she realized what she had just done. She had just sat there and spilled her guts to her fiancé's brother about her first love and how she had felt stupid later because of it. She had told him things she hadn't told Faramir about that situation, exposed her soul almost. And she wasn't sure why either. Was it because they had just survived something just as horrible together? Or was it the way that his eyes were locked with her's, open, inviting, asking and yet answering.

He keeps hold of her hand, continuing to rub his thumb against her hand in a soothing manner. Though it was a little more intimate as well. "Do not feel embarrassed, Eowyn. A person can not help it when it comes to what their heart wants. Alas pain and love come hand in hand. Not all times but most." He tugs lightly on her hand. "Come. I will hold you and you can tell me whatever you wish. Whatever eases your heart."

She leans in closer to him when he tugs her, frowning. "I do not know, Boromir. I do not want to hurt you leaning against you." She knew his shoulder was still healing, though he had definite movement, which made her so happy since she had been working rather hard on keeping it mobile while he had been out for the last two and a half days.

He smiles at her and keeps tugging until she is leaning against him, though she moves around so she is leaning against his good shoulder. "It will not bother me, Eowyn." He wraps his arm around her shoulders and holds her, leaning his head against hers. "I will need to have words with Aragorn when I return to Gondor. He must be insane to give up the love from you so rashly. It will not happen again." His voice betrayed how protective he felt of her. He was indeed planning on talking with Aragorn. He may be King but that didn't give him the right to treat Eowyn like she was nothing.

She nestles back against him since he didn't seem to want to let her go, closing her eyes as the side of his head rests against her's. If anyone were to come in at that moment they would see them clutched in a very intimate gesture, or at least it could be mistaken as one. But Eowyn does not take it as such, having been held like this by her brother before when he wished to comfort her after a nightmare. So she doesn't think how it would look if someone were to come in, though she should have. No, instead she just rest there with him, thinking about what he had said. Finally after a little while in total silence, she speaks. "It is very nice of you, Boromir, to offer such a thing, but I wish you would not. I just told you how mortified the whole situation has been, to have you go to him and tell him something like that, after he has not only already married someone else, but probably forgotten me anyway.... It would make me wish to be dead and buried." There is definite pain in her voice as she asks him not to talk to Aragorn about it. She reaches up, her hand covering his on her shoulder, then her other hand comes up, crossing her arms to clasp his elbow as she sighs and relaxes more against him. They half lay, half sit like that, propped up against the headboard of the bed for several minutes in total silence, though it is not a pained silence, but a comfortable one. Finally she speaks up again.

"You said that you wanted to hold me so that I could tell you whatever I wish to ease my heart...... Then I will finish telling you about first love, because I know that as the brother of the man I am to marry, you will not tell a soul. More importantly, as my friend, you will not even tell Faramir."

She takes a deep, calming breath and when she starts to speak again, she does so in a soft tone that invited intimacy and secrets told and kept. "I have told you most of it, but since I am saying this for my benefit, then I will just add a few things.... Boromir it really did hurt, not just in the end, but most of the time. It was not that he told me he was available. It was just signals that I got from him. That is until I found out that he loved Arwen. When I found out that he loved an elf, I knew there was no hope, but I still fell in love anyway. When he fell in battle, he returned and I saw him and I just wanted to run to him and hold him tight, thankful that he was alive. But then I saw him with Legolas and my heart fell. He didn't even search me out then. In the end I had to search him out. So then, when I fought in the final battle, I did not ask him for permission to go into battle as I had at Helm's Deep. No, I did what I knew I had to do, regardless of what he felt or wanted." She sighs deeply, glad her voice was clear because her cheeks were wet with tears. "It is hard to explain really, though I am sure I sound pathetic enough as it is. After all, how bad can it be to love someone that doesn't even know you are alive? I told him in so many ways that I loved him. I actually even said it one time. But he could say nothing, and I fled from him with only 'sorry' as my parting words. I was afraid to tell your brother that I loved him, I was afraid that once again I would be turned down. In fact, I was so afraid that he had to tell me first. When you think you love someone too much that you might die from that love and the other person only thinks of you as a friend, it is a pain I never want to go through again. Please, Boromir, PLEASE do not mention to Aragorn that you know. It is bad enough that my Uncle knew before he died what a fool I was. It is bad enough that Eomer knows and is now leery of my heart being broken by Faramir. I have come home to lick my wounded heart and I rather not have that particular wound opened again... ever." She ends so softly that if their faces weren't so close together he would not have been able to hear her.

He listens to her, turning his head to place a light kiss against her hair. "You are no fool, Eowyn. As I said, one can not help who they fall in love with." If they could then he would not be feeling love towards her now. He frowns slightly as his mind screams at him that he was wrong to love her. That she was for Faramir and not him. But then his jealous side speaks up, the side that had always secretly loved it when his father would bestow kindness on him and not on Faramir. But he would always feel guilty after that. He loved his little brother and had promised to always look after him. But Faramir was a grown man now and why should he get all the good things while Boromir got nothing. No. Faramir would get over his losses, as he always did. And there were plenty of women out there who would love to marry Faramir. And with Faramir as Steward, Eowyn would just be trapped like their mother had been. And Faramir wouldn't want that. So why not let Eowyn be with Boromir? At least with him she could stay in Rohan. Boromir didn't mind Rohan. It was a nice place. He could see himself living here. And with Eowyn. But then that guilty feeling rises in him again. Faramir would be hurt. And his jealous, un-rational side answers back. So let him be, it wasn't like he had never been hurt before. He allows his mind to battle over everything for a few more minutes, then he notices Eowyn was silent. Another thought hits him, one that might win her over. "I can see why you love Rohan. It is a lovely country. Perhaps I should make a home for myself here instead of in Gondor." He looks at her, a frown on his face. "With Faramir as the Steward....does that not mean when you marry him you will have to leave Rohan behind?"

She can feel the kiss on her hair and it causes a sigh to slip past her lips. Then when he turns to look at her, she turns her head to look at him, he can now clearly see her wet cheeks as her eyes search his. "Leave.... Rohan?... Yes," she says sadly, her face but a breath from his. "We have talked about it and I will have to move there. But I will return to Rohan once a month by orders of the King of Rohan." She gives him a lopsided smile, the sadness though still doesn't leave her eyes. "Eomer is not pleased with the marriage because of that, he is the one that has asked me to return for one week out of each month. However that isn't really optional, more like once every other month because of travel time. But I will return when I can as often as I can. My people need me here as much as his need him there." It then registers what else he had said. "You want to move to Rohan? Build your home here?" she whispers.

With her face so close to his he could kiss her. And he wanted to. But instead of the kiss he wanted to give her, he instead leans in and gives her a soft kiss. When he pulls back he smiles and listens to her, then nods when she asks her question. "Yes. I would like to live here. And with Faramir as Steward I am free to do what I wish."

At first she isn't sure how to answer that, she hadn't thought of it that way before. "Yes... You are right, with Faramir as Steward... But," she says with a frown. "Would that job not go to you? Or do you plan to just let Faramir keep it and you do something else? You had mentioned that you weren't the politician. But I think you would be good at anything you did." She was slowly moving her head back as she spoke, finding herself very uncomfortable suddenly after that simple kiss. It hadn't been anything really, yet she found herself un-nerved because of it.

He looks at her and yawns, but nods all the same. "Hmmmm I do not know what I can do. I have lied though, I was bred to be a politician, I just prefer battle to politics. Faramir on the other hand does not like fighting and can sit and listen to others for long periods of time. He had to with father." He doesn't protest when she pulls away from him. He instead starts to yawn more, feeling tired again.

She pulls away enough to look at him but then she leans back against him, laying her head back against the headboard. "Boromir, I have kept you up too long. You need to sleep. I will lay here with you for awhile, if you wish. Or I can leave you to sleep." She had noticed he hadn't protested when she first pulled away so she wasn't sure if he wanted her there or if he wanted her to leave. She wasn't sure if she wanted to leave and that thought really confused her. Maybe it would be best if she left, then she wouldn't be found laying there with him, even though it was all totally innocent.

He smiles and yawns again, moving so he was laying down in the bed. "Would you stay? Just until I fall asleep?" He looks at her and smiles softly. When she nods he sighs and closes his eyes, then instantly falls asleep.

She nods, being pulled down with him when he lays down. She almost laughs when is almost instantly starts to breath deeply, snoring lightly as he falls asleep. He didn't even need to ask her to stay, he wasn't awake long enough for it to matter. When she knows though that he is asleep for sure, she then gets up and makes sure that he is covered and comfortable. She brushes his hair from his forehead and smiles down at him. "Sleep well, Lord Boromir. Your brother will be here soon and by then he will have caught up with the rider Eomer sent. He will know not only that I was found, but that I found you. So, sleep, you will need it." She kisses his forehead and leaves him. She had a lot of thinking to do and she wished to speak with her brother about a few things.