Eomer looks out the window that faced the garden and shakes his head. He was in his study, trying to write a letter to Lothiriel. He wanted to tell her what he saw before him at this moment but he couldn't. Not without revealing to her that Boromir was alive. And he figured that she might think him crazy if he just sent a letter saying that he was at the moment watching his sister sitting quite close to the brother of her lover. No no. He wouldn't say anything. Best she heard the news from her cousin. And he didn't really want to put thoughts into Lothiriel's mind, thoughts that he himself was having. Like the one that Eowyn shouldn't really be spending so much time with Boromir. She had pretty much nursed him back to health all by herself. And she had been drawn closer to him. Yes at the mention of Faramir her face would light up, but he could see also a spark of doubt in her eyes. As if she wasn't really sure anymore. And Boromir wasn't helping matters any. The man didn't seem to mind he was invading his brother's territory so to speak. A brother who was said to be arriving any minute now. He shakes his head, frowning a little. He could foresee dark days ahead. And he didn't need to be an elf to see them. Even Monica had said so, though she had not wanted to betray her lady with her words, but he could tell, unlike the other woman, Monica truly was worried for Eowyn. Well....he had tried talking with his sister, she had assured him it was nothing. What more could he do but sit back and wait. And that is just what he does. Waits.

Boromir sighs softly, looking up at the beautiful clear sky. It was a lovely day. Warm and bright, perfect really for his first day outside. But what made it even more perfect was the fact that Eowyn was sitting beside him on the bench and they were enjoying some quiet time together. And she was letting him hold her hand while she explained her love of gardening and how she had tended this garden even when the threat of war was upon Rohan. It was a lovely garden. And even though he was slightly bored; he never did have a love for plants, that was Faramir's department; he acts interested. He wanted to make Eowyn happy. His mind turns to Faramir as he hears the sound of hoof beats on gravel. Faramir was to arrive today, actually any minute. He honestly couldn't figure out if he should be happy about it or sad. At the moment he was both, happy because he had missed his little brother, and sad because with Faramir's arrival, meant Eowyn would be with him. He sighs deeply, shaking his head. He turns his head and looks at Eowyn. "Eowyn?" When she turns her head towards him he smiles and leans in to kiss her softly. It was merely a thank you kiss, though it was a little more lingering than it should be. Perhaps that was why he hadn't heard the foot steps on gravel.

Finally! There it was! The Golden Hall in all it's glory. He sits up straighter in his saddle, a huge smile breaking across his face, much to his personal guard's amusement, and that of the lady sitting on a horse to his right. He had only Beregond with him today, and Lothiriel because as soon as she had heard of the kidnaping, she had insisted on coming with him. For support she had said, but he doubted it was only that. Uncle Imrahil had said something about her constantly speaking of Eomer and pining away the days till she could see him again. Did Eowyn act like that? Did she miss him as much as Lothiriel missed Eomer? He hoped so. He looks over to his left as he hears a snort of laughter. "What? Is it humorous that I would be excited to see my Eowyn?" He smiles and shakes his head as Beregond breaks into peels of laughter, followed by the giggling of his young cousin. "Traitors. Laughing at my expense." But he smiles all the same.

The messenger had indeed been caught by them 2 days ago, at night, while they were eating. The young man had been happy to find them and had taken some food and stayed with them the night. He had then rode along with the three of them and had only this morning rode on ahead to inform Eomer that the Steward of Gondor would arrive that day, and only the Steward, as was the request of Lothiriel. She had wanted to surprise Eomer so had insisted the young man not say a word about her. He had of course agreed, thinking it might be fun to see the look on his King's face when the Lady rode into Edoras.

And here they were, finally arriving. He shifts in his saddle again, actually checking his clothing to make sure he looked ok. Eowyn wouldn't want him looking too dirty. Eowyn, his beloved Eowyn. A stab of guilt runs through him as he thinks of how close he had come to losing her. Frowning he looks down, nodding as he feels a hand touch his shoulder. "I am fine, Lothiriel." He forces a smile and then keeps it on his face, even though he felt so guilty about her kidnaping. It wouldn't have happened if he was with her. He hoped she could forgive him. He still vowed with a vengeance to find whoever did this to her and teach them a lesson. But for now he would just have to comfort Eowyn and hope she would let him help her emotionally. He rides through the gates as they open, nodding to the guards there before the three of them head up to the great hall. Once there he spots someone in the garden and instantly knows it is Eowyn. She was sitting on a bench. He could only see her because the other part of the bench was obscured from his vision by a large rose bush. Climbing down off his horse he pats his neck before looking at Beregond and Lothiriel. "I am....just going to say hello. Beregond, would you escort Lothiriel to see Eomer King please?" He sees the older man nod and smiles as he heads off into the garden, his heart starting to beat quickly the closer he got to the bench. He moves around the rose bush, a huge smile on his face, intending to announce himself when he stops. He now had a perfect view of the other half of the bench....and the man kissing Eowyn. He blinks a few times, even reaches up to rub at his eyes. He was seeing things he had to be. That was not Boromir sitting there, kissing Eowyn. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He was too in shock to do anything. Suddenly, when Boromir turns his head and looks fully at him it is as if something snaps in his mind and the world all comes back to him. This was Boromir! He would know that face and those eyes anywhere! Not even the kiss he had just witnessed between his beloved and his brother could break through the happiness that washes over him. It was so powerful that it makes him gasp and drives him to his knees. In a soft voice he says in disbelief, "Boromir?" The nod from his brother breaks him completely and he puts his head in his hands and just starts to cry from happiness.

Over the last few days Eowyn had indeed been nursing Boromir back to health all by herself. There had been several times that Eomer told her to go outside and let one of the other women do it, but she had refused. She only hoped that it looked okay, though she had a feeling that it was starting to not look okay since Eomer had felt the need to have a talk with her earlier that morning. He had pulled her aside and out right asked her what was going on between her and Boromir. She had told him nothing, absolutely nothing was going on between her and Boromir. That they were merely friends, good friends, and that she was helping him while he recovered from his near death experience. But she had a feeling that Eomer thought there was a lot more going on then met the eye. It made her feel bad and she didn't see why she should be made to feel bad. And that only made her mad. The whole thing was such a vicious cycle that it wasn't even funny. She wanted nothing more then to have a loving relationship with someone and not have everyone know her business. So far that was the last thing that had happened in her life.

It wasn't like she was with him all the time either. Because she ate breakfast with her brother, dinner with Boromir, and they all would eat together for lunch if Eomer could make it. Then at night she would sleep alone, in her own bed and in her own room. Though for the first 2 nights Eomer had had to sleep with her, because of the nightmares that plagued her sleep, though those were normal in one sense. Ever since she was a kid she had had nightmares. Ones so violent she would awaken sobbing. Unable to remember what they were about but far too scared to sleep alone, their mother had had Eomer sleep with her on nights she woke up with them. It had started that way and was that way to this day. So for those first few nights, she had had Eomer sleeping with her. But the remainder of the time she had been alone. And that was one of the kickers because she had thought about checking in on Boromir a few times in the night, but she never did. And it bothered her. Not that she had thought about going in to check on Boromir, but that she had felt a draw towards that room, drawn to that man.

Then this morning the healers had okayed Boromir to be able to go outside. She had never seen someone so happy as she had when she had told him. But before they had gone outside she had made sure that he was well dressed and that he used the crutches that had been made for him. He hated them and so had thrown them down. Groaning, she had had to pick them up and take them to the bench. Then returning for him, she had put her arm around his waist and her shoulder under his arm, in a similar way as the day they had walked back towards home. Getting him settled on the bench finally they had spent a lovely morning talking about the garden, one of her passions. But it isn't the talk that has her distracted when Faramir shows up, it is the kiss. When she turned at the sound of her name, she had had no clue that he was going to kiss her to thank her. So when he turns and sees Faramir there, she turns just a breath after him.

It didn't matter that her stomach was in knots from the kiss that confused her emotionally. Her face instantly lights up and she is up and on her feet in two seconds flat. "FARAMIR!" She runs to him, realizing what was going on with him as he sees his brother for the first time. It confuses her because she had assumed that her brother would have send a rider telling about Faramir and she is suddenly worried there might be something wrong with one of the riders.

She drops to her knees and gathers Faramir into her arms, cupping the back of his head in her palm, her other hand rubbing his back as she tenderly holds him, her own tears flowing as freely as his. "Faramir," she gasps, tightening her hold around him. "Honey, it is okay, everything is okay. It is true, he isn't a ghost. He was in the cell that I was thrown into. He has come back, Faramir. Your brother has come back." She pulls back and takes his face in her hands and starts to kiss all over his face. "Faramir, oh Faramir! I have missed you so much!" She had, that was true. She was confused about the kiss she had just gotten from Boromir, but regardless of the kiss she still missed Faramir. She felt as if someone had punched her in the gutt, stealing even her breath away from her.

She can't help but laugh at Faramir, she had been listening to him pining away for Eowyn for the last few days. "I am not a traitor, Faramir! You just can't face the fact that you are a love sick puppy!" She laughs at the look that he gives her. But it was all in good standing, they were just having a little fun with him, when in fact she was honestly happy about the way that things had turned out. Now as they rode up to the Golden Hall she felt her heart stick in her throat. Her eyes are locked on the house that she knew she would find Eomer in. She doesn't hear him tell Beregond to take her to see Eomer King at first, she just keeps staring at the Hall, trying to breath. "Breath...," she whispers. "Breath.......... breath............ breath......... breath........ breath......." She keeps telling herself to breath till finally she has herself under control. She glares at the men when they laugh at her breathing, but goes off with Beregond.

Getting off her horse in front of the Hall, she hands the reins over to a stable boy. Faramir had gone the other direction, heading around the Hall to the gardens. She was being taken into the Hall and to Eomer's office. She felt so dizzy suddenly. She shouldn't have come. She should have stayed home. He was going to think she was pushy. She had his letters in her saddlebag, all the ones he had sent so far, as far as she knew. He hadn't sent for her, he had sent for Faramir. As they enter the Hall she stops suddenly, Beregond bumping into her back when she does. "Sorry, sorry," she whispers, looking around. He motions off to the right and she nods. She knew where his office was, she didn't know if that was where he was, but apparently that is what Beregond had been told when asked. She still couldn't get the butterflies to stop in her stomach so that when she finally comes to stop in front of his door she almost throws up.

"I shouldn't be here," she says ever so softly. "Breath." Then she knocks on his door. She hears him call to enter and she reaches out and turns the handle, noticing the way that her hand shook on the door knob. She walks in and gives him a smile. "Hello, Eomer. I hope you do not mind. I came along with Faramir." She feels faint, the room seems to weave and spin and she takes a slow deep breath. She was NOT going to faint, she was NOT going to faint, that was stupid to faint just because she had lost her nerve.

When she puts her arms around him he puts his around her waist and buries his face against her chest, shaking as he cries silently. When he finally stops and she pulls back a little, only to kiss him, he can't help but smile, sniffling a bit. He leans in and gives her a rather passionate kiss before hugging her tight to him. This time he is the one that rubs her back. "Oh Eowyn....Eowyn my love. You have no idea how many times I dreamed of just holding you like this." He kisses her again, pulling back after a little while. He looks at her, love and concern showing in his eyes. "Are you alright? Was it terrible? Oh Love, I am so sorry I was not here. I will not leave you again." He jumps as he hears someone clear their throat. Looking up he suddenly remembers who was there also and he looks at Eowyn before slowly getting up and slowly walking over towards his brother, looking wide-eyed with awe, a look very familiar to Boromir. When he gets close enough to him, he reaches out a shaking hand and lays it against Boromir's cheek, as if checking to make sure he was real. When he feels warm skin under his hand and hears Boromir say his name he hugs him tight, as if afraid he would disappear and this was all a dream. "I thought you were dead.....they said you were. Your horn....and the dream....oh Boromir!" He pulls back, taking a step back and looking his brother over. He frowns at the arm in a sling and how Boromir was leaning on a crutch. And the way one eye was a lighter color than the other. He reaches up and traces a cut on his brother's jaw, frowning deeply. "What happened to you, Brother?"

He watches as Eowyn goes to Faramir. But when she starts to kiss him and then Faramir kisses her, he has to look away, forcing the jealousy he feels down. No no. He had to wait. His time with her would come. He forces all his bad feelings down and then leans on his crutch, turning slowly and looking at Eowyn and Faramir. He clears his throat to get their attention and then when Faramir starts towards him, all his thoughts of jealousy and anger at his brother are gone. He remembered the look on his little brother's face all too well. It was the same one he always wore when Boromir returned from the army and the battles. It only hits him then just how much he had missed his little brother. "Faramir." He sighs and lets Faramir hug him, taking comfort from it, ignoring the tears running down his face. When Faramir pulls back he smiles at his brother, letting go of his crutch to reach out and gently touch Faramir's cheek. "Oh little brother. You do not want to know. It was horrible. I am glad you are alive. They told me you were dead. But you are not and I am so happy, Faramir." He smiles and hugs his brother, holding him with his good arm and placing a kiss on the top of his brother's head. When he pulls back he smiles, but this time his eyes are on Eowyn. "I was most fortunate to meet Lady Eowyn. She saved me. And she nursed me back to health. Though it will take a little while longer before I will be at full health again."

Eomer turns from the window where he had been watching the three reunite when he hears the knock at his door. "Enter." He leaves the window, heading over to his desk. Best not to get caught watching them. He looks over at the door as it opens and then stands there in shock. Mind? MIND?! He rushes over to Lothiriel and picks her up off the ground, hugging her close. He sets her down and then places a rather loving kiss on her lips. When he pulls back he has nothing but a smile on his face. "Lothiriel!!! I am so happy you have come! I have missed you." He kisses her again, more gently this time, while keeping his arms wrapped around her.

She didn't get a chance to answer any of Faramir's questions before Boromir clears his throat. But she knows that she would have time alone with him later to fill him in on everything that happened. Right now was his time with his brother whom he thought had died.

Getting up with him she walks over to Boromir, her arm around Faramir's waist, her head resting on his shoulder briefly before he pulls away from her to hug Boromir. She moves slightly back then, letting the men have time to themselves. She watches as they embrace and speak of how bad it was and she knew how much they had missed each other. It brings tears to her eyes again and she quickly wipes at them when Boromir draws Faramir's attention to her. She shakes her head, smiling modestly.

"It didn't save him, Faramir," she says as he beckons to her and so she comes back to have Faramir's arm wrapped around her waist again. She holds tight to his side, unconsciously using her thumb to caresses a sensitive spot she knew of as she smiles up into his face. "He exaggerates, my Love. I found your brother because I was attacked by one of the men Eomer thought was loyal to him." She gets serious a moment, her smile leaving her face. "We should sit before I go on, once I tell you what is going on, you may have a lot more questions," she looks at Boromir as she goes on though she was still speaking to Faramir. "And I don't want him t be in so much pain." She moves the men around, trying to get them sitting down and somehow they all three end on up on the bench with Eowyn in the middle.

She keeps her arm around Faramir's middle, leaning on his slightly when she speaks, looking from one to the other as she does, depending on who she was addressing.

"As I was saying, I did not save him so much as I was kidnaped and thrown into the same cell." She sighs softly, a pained look on her face. It is then that she tells her fiancé how it is that she came to find Boromir, the whole while she sits between the two, one arm around Faramir's waist, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot there.

If she had any fears left after being picked up and twirled around, the kiss dispels that. She laughs when he picks her up, swinging her around, her arms tight around his neck. She returns each kiss with one of her own. "Oh Eomer!" She hugs him tight, burying her head against his neck, which was soon wet from tears. "Oh Eomer," she says, muffled against his neck. Then finally she pulls her head back and smiles into his face. "I missed you too," she says softly. Then she does something she hadn't thought she would so, at least not on the first day getting back. She kisses him. Not just any kiss, though she had returned his last kiss tenderly moments before, this was a kiss like she had never initiated before in her life. This was a passionate kiss that leaves her trembling and breathless in his arms. Her knees almost buckle under her as she clings desperately to him. "I have missed you too, Eomer. I did not think that I would get this kind of reception. But trust me, you have touched my heart deeply." She ignores the tears, her hands too busy playing with his hair, brushing it back from his temples to gaze into his eyes. "I did not realize just how beautiful your eyes were until I could no longer see them." She blushes suddenly at how corny that must sound, but she didn't care in the same breath because it was true. "Eomer," she whispers ever so softly.

The spot she was rubbing was very soothing, so much so that it relieves him of all his fears that she would love another when he arrived. That and the fact that he didn't think his brother would betray him by trying to steal Eowyn from him.

When she finishes her story he frowns and shakes his head. "I am sorry, Eowyn. I should have stayed....or brought you back to Gondor with me." He lifts her hand and kisses it gently. "But I will not make that mistake again. I have leave to stay here a few days, and I will ask you to return with me when I leave again. Please do not answer now, Eowyn. You may think about it. If you decide not to come with me, then I will stay here, with you." He smiles at her, his eyes showing he would indeed give up his life in Gondor to remain in Rohan with her.

He hears Faramir's words and frowns at his brother. Why was he always giving up what he wanted for others? Shaking his head he speaks. "There is no need for that, Faramir. For I have decided that if I can I would like to make a home for myself in Rohan. I am no good to Gondor now. I can not fight, and we both know you are the politician that Gondor needs. Not I. So I could keep Eowyn safe for you while you are gone, Little Brother." And he would keep her feeling loved as well. But he doesn't say that out loud, and he pushes away the guilty feeling he has.

He smiles and caresses her cheek gently, glad the door to his office was closed. "What reception were you expecting? A cold one? No. I could never greet you coldly, Lothiriel. I love you far too much for that to happen." He leans down and kisses her softly but passionately, only pulling back when she does. "I was just writing a letter to you. I received your letters a few days ago. I have read them over and over. You have beautiful handwriting."

She doesn't notice any tension coming off of Boromir, but when he offers to 'watch' over her and make sure that she was safe while still in Rohan, she gets a funny feeling. The image of the other afternoon when Boromir had once more fallen asleep with her in his arms after asking her nicely to lay with him flashes into her mind. It causes a blush to touch her cheeks though she doesn't notice, rather she turns questioning eyes from one to another, ending on Faramir's face. "I do not know, Darling. I do not want to take you away from your duties with Gondor. You know how that would upset me, if I was to cause of you being taken from something you enjoyed. Not only that, but something that you are extremely good at and Aragorn needs you." Her eyes go to Boromir. "But I would not want to impose on you Boromir." She pauses her attention to Faramir's side but doesn't remove her arm from around him, rather she nestles even closer to his side as she looks at Boromir. She didn't know why she did it either, it was as if she was trying to unconsciously tell Boromir that she belonged to Faramir. But why would she feel the need to do that? He knew that, and it wasn't as if he was interested in her! That was ridiculous! So then why was it that she wanted her fiancé to return to Gondor and Boromir to watch her while in Rohan?

She mentally shakes herself and continues. "I know that we have spoken of you moving to Rohan since you will not be in the service of Gondor any longer, But I am just unsure." She shakes her head sadly as she turns uncertain eyes to Faramir. "I will think about it, as you said. Let us not worry as of yet though." She loses the frown and smiles lovingly at him. "Tonight we have a feast planned in Boromir's honor. You can rest or we can sit out here a little longer and visit. But it is time for Boromir to go in and rest up if he plans on making it to his own feast." She smiles playfully at Boromir. "You have gotten plenty of sun, any more and you might burn." She was teasing, though indeed it was already early afternoon as Faramir had arrived a few hours ago. Her tale of the kidnaping and Boromir's subsequent rescue and healing had taken up a nice chunk of time already and they had been sitting on the bench well long enough to let her bottom fall asleep.

She stands up, still standing between them but facing both of them now, her broken wrist hanging limply by her side. It was starting to throb, as it did most afternoons. She needed to lay down and put it above her head. For some reason that would help with the throbbing. She reaches out with her good hand and brushing a few hairs behind Faramir's ear, her eyes shining with love clearly for both to see as she stares at Faramir. It is as if she totally forgets for the moment that Boromir is even there as she whispers, "You have a new wrinkle between your brow. Is the weight of rebuilding Gondor that heavy?" She sighs, her fingers moving from behind his ear down his jaw line and to his chin. She holds it loosely and leans down to kiss him ever so very tenderly, as if she were afraid that he would break. Then she straightens and drops her hand, blinking and coming back to the here and now. She blushes, clearing her throat as she looks at Boromir. "Sorry," she whispers hoarsely, not meaning to kiss him in such a manner in front of Boromir. She had just had no choice it seemed, she had needed to kiss him, his eyes had pulled her in and she had to answer them. It must have been the love that was there, the love he never tried to hide, a love she basked in.

She holds her wrist up against her chest, smiling sadly at Faramir. "Darling, I asked you if you wanted to stay out here with me, but I spoke too soon. I really need to put my arm up for a bit, it is really throbbing." Her eyes go to Boromir. "So, it looks like you have a choice, Boromir. You or Faramir. Do you want Faramir to come with you?" She then looks at Faramir. "Or are you going to come with me?" She hoped that when Boromir got back to his room to rest Faramir would come and lay with her in her room so that she could fill him in on more personal things. But she knew that she would have time to do that later, if need be. Right now the important thing was that Boromir had been found, alive, and she was sure that his brother had a bunch of questions of his own for Boromir.

Lothiriel shrugs slightly, reaching up to capture his hand and press her lips into his palm. "I do not know what I expected, Eomer King." There is a twinkle in her eyes when she calls him 'King'. She did not do it with disrespect, it was said with respect, but still in a soft and almost teasing tone. "I think that what I feared was that even though you love me," she blushes as she says the words, "you might have been busy. After all, Eomer, you are the King. I am sure that you have so much to do. Who is to say that you would have the time right now to be able to spend it with me. Maybe it would have been better if I had waited a week before coming here." Then she smiles, a smile that lights up her face brightly. She had never been in love before but she knew that this was just that. If the week had not shown her, her heart let her know now for certain. "I have read and re-read your letters as well, many times," she says as she pulls away from him. She reaches into the folds of her dress where there were some pockets that were hidden and she pulls out of the folds of material some papers. "Here, there is even one that I have had to mend as I refolded it one too many times." She blushes as the letter in question almost falls to the floor, or at least a piece of it. It was one near the end of the week when, much like the ones she had written him, he was missing her a lot more as they had been parted the longest at that point.

Boromir nods and stands up, using his crutch to lean on. He looks at Faramir, waiting for his answer, he smiles and shakes his head when Faramir looks at him. "Yes yes. I will be fine. You two go. I can talk with Faramir tonight." He reaches out with his good hand and touches his brother's cheek in a loving gesture. "I am glad you are alive, Little Brother." He smiles when Faramir says the same, then he smiles at Eowyn when he drops his hand from Faramir's face, and limps back inside, smiling as one of Eowyn's handmaidens, Monica, comes to help him back to his room. Once there he lets her help him undress till he is just in his leggings and shirt, and then he gets into bed easily. His eyes were already drooping, he had been outside far too long. He smiles as Monica sits down on the bed beside him and checks his temperature. She was a nice girl, and didn't seem to mind tending to him when Eowyn could not. He wanted to listen to her voice a little longer but as soon as he had closed his eyes he had fallen asleep.

Faramir looks at Eowyn, already knowing his answer. But he had to make sure Boromir didn't mind first. So he looks at his older brother after he gets up, getting up himself. Then with a smile he nods to Boromir when he says it is alright to go with Eowyn. He smiles at his brother. "I am glad you are alive as well, Boromir. Have a nice rest, Brother." When Boromir heads inside he watches until he disappears, then he looks at Eowyn and smiles, offering her his arm. "Shall we?" He laughs softly at her look and her reply and then walks with her into the building. "I brought something for you. As I promised I would." He smiles and pulls a ring from his pocket, holding it up very carefully for her to see. "Your tradition is to give me a ring, mine is to give one to you. This was my mother's." He holds it out to her, then smiles and slips it on her finger when she holds up her hand. He stops outside the door to her bedroom. "Now it is official in both Gondor and Rohan. You and I are to be married." He smiles and leans down, kissing her gently before he follows her to open her bedroom doors. He grins only slightly when she takes his hands and back up into her room, pulling him in after her. "Missed me that much have you?" He closes the door behind him and turns around just in time to catch her as she launches herself at him and kisses him passionately, which he returns of course.

Eomer smiles as he touches the papers lightly. "I keep my in a locked drawer, simply because I know where they will always be." He leans down and kisses her again. "Lothiriel.....I must tell you something. And you will not believe me, which is why I had not told you this till now." He waits for her nod, then smiles a little. "Lothiriel.....your cousin, Boromir is alive."

Monica was once more hanging around, making sure that if she was needed she would be found easily. When she had seen Faramir ride up her heart had swelled because she knew now that Eowyn would be okay. With Faramir here, she no longer had to worry about Boromir.

She wrings her hands as she thinks about Boromir, her eyes moving across the back of the Hall to where he sat next to Eowyn. She had gone to Eomer with her fears, almost as afraid of betraying Eowyn as she was of what might be happening. She wasn't a jealous woman, at least not that she had ever known herself to be. But when it came to Boromir and Eowyn, something wasn't right. She saw the way that Boromir looked at her Lady. She saw the leers when no one was supposed to be watching. She had heard him call out Eowyn's name when he was rising from his rest. What he had been thinking of, she did not know. But now Faramir was home and her heart sang. He would make sure that everything was okay. He would remind Eowyn just how much he loved her and how much she loved him.

Monica hums softly as she helps get Boromir ready to lay down. She was used to seeing him in all states of undress, so his current one should have done nothing. But oddly enough she finds her heart skipping a beat. She hides the thoughts away for later, when she can take them out and analyze them. For now though, she hums softly, her voice taking on a airy tone. "I do not even know if I remember the rest of this song," she says with a soft laugh as she tucks him in. "I will try though." She takes a deep breath and starts in again. She had been trying to remember this same song for days. He seemed to not matter, in fact he would encourage her to sing when he went down for his nap. If she didn't know better she would think that he was listening to her to put him asleep, not wake up.

When she finally remembers the last verse ay days she is putting his boot under the foot of his bed she jumps up and is about to tell him excitedly when she sees that he has indeed fallen fast asleep. She walks over to the bed and pulls the blanket up to his chin, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "Sleep well, Lord Boromir. You have had a busy day today and you have a busy night ahead of you. Do not worry, I will not go anywhere." She picks up the sewing she was working on while she sits by his bed and rocks in the chair, never once stopping her humming of the same tune as she sews on the lace for her gown tonight.

As she says good afternoon to Boromir, she holds fast to Faramir's hand, half dragging, half walking him down the halls. "You brought something for me?" she asks in shock before she realizes that yes, indeed, she was not wearing a ring of any sort. Now as she gazes down on the ring that had been his mother's, she feels the tears rolling down her cheeks yet again this afternoon.

"Faramir," she chokes out as she gazes at him with love. "You have caused me to cry so many times today, yet I would not give up a single tear if it meant losing the pleasure you have brought me today as well."

She has so many things going through her head that she stays silent until they reach her bedroom door. "NO!" she says firmly, suddenly afraid that he was gong to leave her there alone. She threads her fingers through his and holds them tight as she tugs him into the room. Then letting go she waits for him to turn back fully before she jumps up on him, laughing and tossing her head back, her long blond hair flowing freely down her back as she laughs, a laugh that is cut short by his last kiss.

She melts there in his arms, her whole body seeming as if it were butter on a hot skillet, deepening the kiss as she parts her lips, her fingers threading through his hair to clutch at the back of his head and hold it against her's. A primal growl ruptures from her throat as she presses her body harder against his, her passion suddenly in a raging fire.

She breaks from the kiss to pant and stare at him with passion glazed eyes. "Oh Faramir!" she pants, licking her suddenly dry lips, a hand going to her chest as if to see if that pounding really could be her own heart, it was so loud she thought it was a tribal drum. "That felt as if the whole world moved!" She looks at him in awe, then her face breaks into a huge smile and she untangles herself from his grasp. "One moment." She runs to the door and peeks her head out, all clear, then she brings her head back in and locks the door, turning to lean against it. Her expression was no longer that of a passion filled Lady, no not indeed. She was leering at him now with a deep hunger. There was a burning in her gut suddenly that she knew only he could quench. Since she need not hide her sexuality from her brother any longer, she only needed to make sure that any child of their's was far enough along after their marriage to not cause speculations.

She moves with a purpose back across the room, until she is standing in front of him. Reaching up she cups his face in her good hand, her thumb rubbing across his bottom lip, her eyes following her thumb as she speaks. "I have so much to say to you, I have so much to ask of you that I am unsure as to where to start. When I was taken I feared more then anything that I would never see you again, never kiss these lips again. So, Faramir, before I ask you what is new or you ask me about the letters that I wrote you, I want you to make love to me." She almost growls the last part, her desire crystal clear to him as well as her immense love for him as well.

Eomer nods to Lothiriel. "I will show you." He walks her over to the window and looks out it. He frowns when he sees no one on the bench. He hears her mumble something and then quickly apologize but he just laughs. "No. I am not imagining things, Dear. He is alive. Come. He must be in his room." He keeps a hold of her hand and leads her from his office, smiling and nodding to Faramir's guard Beregond. "Perhaps you would like to see this as well, Beregond." He sees the man's confused look and just gestures for him to follow. He leads the two down the hall to the room that had been Faramir's before but was now Boromir's. He knocks on the door and waits, then smiles as Monica opens the door. "He is asleep?" He sees the nod. "We will be quiet. Lothiriel and Beregond wish to see for themselves." He moves out of the way and lets the two go into the room, then he follows. He walks up beside Lothiriel and touches her shoulder as he gestures to the bed. "See. He is alive. Badly injured by alive."