Eowyn doesn't feel him catch her or lay her down gently. Nor when he gets a wash clothe and wipes her brow, using what little was left in the pitcher. It is when her name is said softly against her lips that she wakes. She can feel of his thumb as he runs it across her bottom lip as she struggles back to conciseness. "Hello, Darling. I am sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I must blame you. You wore me out." She laughs softly, then struggles to get up. When he tries to stop her she shakes he head. "No, no, I am okay, I swear." She sits there smiling at him. "I will sit here a moment longer, then you need to finish getting dressed, " she purrs at him. "After the tub is full you will be able to get undressed again." She leans in and kisses him softly.

Faramir had indeed caught her before she could hit the floor. His concern for her showed clearly on his face when she once again opens her eyes. "Eowyn....are you sure you are fine?" When she nods her head and reassures him again he frowns but nods, leaning in to kiss her once more. "Good. Do not do that again." He smiles at her, then gets up and finishes getting dressed. "Good? Now I must follow my boots." He grins and leans over, kissing her deeply. When he pulls back he looks all innocent. "Do not be afraid if I return all fluffy." He smirks and ducks away from her hand, then he drops to the floor and dives under her bed. Coughing can be heard, plus a muffled curse followed by ah-ha. Then he is all still. Except for another muffled cough and then a curse. Then he is silent again. He hears her get up and pull something on, then go to the door and open it, asking for a bath to be prepared. Then he waits longer, listening as someone comes in and begins filling the bath with hot water. He looks out one side of the bed and his eyes widen. His cloak was sitting on the floor by the bed. He slides silently to the edge of the bed, notices that the handmaiden and Eowyn both had their backs turned so he quickly reaches out and snatches his cloak, pulling it under the bed with him. He then waits, hoping no one saw his cloak.

Once he is settled under the bed, she gets up and goes to the door, getting one of the handmaidens to come in and help her with the bathe. It takes longer then she thought it would to get ready and she feels bad with Faramir on her floor all that time. By the time that the woman was gone, she was resting back in the hot soapy water, her eyes closed and her head against the tub. "Mmmmm this feels so good," she says softly, still not moving as she listens for him to come out from under her bed.

He listens for the door to close and then he stupidly brings his head up quickly, not thinking, and smacks it on the bottom of her bed. A thud can be heard. It wasn't hard or anything, it just hurt. "Oh for....ow!" He holds his head for a second, hearing a giggle. "Next time you may visit me and then YOU may hide under my bed." He slides out from under her bed and then sits up, rubbing his head. He checks for blood and sees none so he smiles and gets up, then quickly gets undressed and then gestures for her to move a little before he climbs into the tub with her. "Yes very nice. You did not lock the door after she left did you?"

She nods, smiling as she moves back between his legs to lean against his chest. "I a not about ready to have someone walk in on us in the tub. I won't even be ready for that when we are married!" She takes a wash cloth and hands it to him, smiling at him over her shoulder. "I am so happy that you came. I am just sorry about the circumstances behind it."

He smiles at her, taking the cloth and the soap she hands him. "Yes? Well it is lucky that the messenger caught us. If not, I would have had to be very....angry with your brother. He promised to take care of you while I was not here." He starts to work the cloth over her back, shaking his head. "But we do not need to talk of this if you do not wish to. You may instead tell me of how you have been recently. Other than your capture and recovery."

She glances at him over her shoulder, frowning. "I can tell you everything if you want me to, Faramir. I will have to tell you eventually, so I might as well get it over with now, especially wile you have your hands on a sponge instead of a sword or a bow."

"Bow would be more lethal." He smiles at her, winking, before he notices her serious look. "You may tell me, only if you wish to, Eowyn. I will wait until you feel ready." He smiles at her again, leaning in to kiss her before he leans back and hands her the wash cloth. "I am done with your back."

She raises a brow, not taking the cloth but turning carefully in the small tub and wrapping her legs high up around his chest, the only place she could put them. "Then you better do my front, hadn't you?" She grins at him, leaning back against the tub. She wiggles a little, moving around so that he has more legroom, her bottom sitting on his lap and almost laying parallel to his body, only above him. She would have to remember that when they were married to have a bigger tub built. She knew she wouldn't be able to get it much bigger or they would never get it filled before the water turned cold. But a little more room would be nice. "And while you do that, I will tell you everything that happened." Everything that happened, yes, she still wasn't going to tell him about how Boromir sometimes made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't want him to worry. She loved him...... right. She waits until he agrees and starts to wash her before she starts telling him everything... important.

He smiles at her and nods. "As you wish." He begins washing her front, paying a little more attention to her breasts than he probably was suppose to but since she didn't seem to mind then neither would he. When she tells him about what happened to her he shakes his head a few times and then snorts. "He will not enter Gondor if he knows what is good for him." He looks at her when she touches his cheek. "Yes I know. I do not anger quickly or often, but I do not like it when my family is harmed or taken. And he had both you and my brother. If he ever crosses my path, he will need a miracle to survive." He sighs deeply, then suddenly pulls her close and holds her tight, wanting to make sure she was really there with him.

She sighs when he holds her close, her legs going around his waist as she lays her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes tight. Her arms tighten as well as she takes a deep, slow breath, then she turns her head to kiss his neck repeatedly. "He will be back, Faramir. He is still in love. Eomer hated it when he used to follow me everywhere." She pauses, wondering if she should tell him. As she locks her eyes with his she blurts out. "He was promised me as a reward when Saruman took over. I fear since he didn't get his reward before he may be not so easily chased off this time."

He frowns, watching her closely. After a moment of silence he speaks. "Come back to Gondor with me, Eowyn. I can protect you there. Yes I know. You have your brother here, and I do think he could take care of you, but....I would feel better if I was the one watching over you. Making sure you were safe."

She takes his head in her hands and her eyes search his, desperate for the answer. She knew what he wanted her to say, but could she. She shakes her head. "Faramir, I will be okay. I have Boromir AND Eomer to watch over me." She rushes on so he doesn't have a chance to mention how it didn't help last time, why should it this time. "I have things that I have to do here before the wedding. My people need me here for now. But I will do something, I will cut my planned time here in half, more if need be. Instead of a wedding next summer, we can have it this winter. A winter wedding would be lovely, especially in Rohan. The Golden Hall is like a palace among the clouds when covered in snow. The perfect time for a winter \wedding is in December, just 5 months away. So instead of a whole year, I will cut it in half, only 5 short months. Will that work, Faramir?" Her eyes plead with him to agree, unsure what she will do if he says no.

He frowns and lowers his head for a moment. Could he wait that long? Yes, he could. But then he would also be living with the fear that every time he left her, he might never see her again. But he knew her people needed her more than him. So with a soft sigh he nods and looks back up at her. "5 months."

She takes his head in her hands, kissing him deeply, passionately, growling against his lips, "I love you, Darling!"

He smiles as he returns her kiss, pulling back after a moment, to look at her. "And I love you as well, Eowyn. Now....you must promise me one thing if this is to work." He sees her frown and smiles, kissing her gently. "You must promise to stay alive."

She doesn't answer him, afraid to say anything, tears threatening to spill at any moment. She kisses him passionately, glad when the tears dry up and she can speak. "I will try, Faramir. I know in my heart that it is too much to promise that, but I still will promise you that. From the bottom of my heart."

He smiles slightly, looking at her. "Will you wear something for me then? Well a few things?" He waits for her to ask what and then smiles a little more. "Your armor, sword, and a dagger of mine? I know, it sounds silly, but it really will make me feel better. I mean for you to wear the armor and your sword when you are travelling. Wear the dagger always. It has saved my life a few times because I never took it off." Now he grins slightly. "Till I met you."

She slaps at him playfully, his last comment getting him off the hook for the other ones. And distracts her for a moment. "I haven't made you take the dagger off. You just don't want it to rust." She kisses him quickly, then pushes against the back of the tub with her feet, taking the washcloth from him as she starts to soap it up and then wash him with it. "You know I love you, don't you?" She looks at him questioningly, because she wanted him to tell her that he knew that, since wearing armor while traveling could look on oddly.

He smiles at her, nodding. "Yes I know you love me, Eowyn. I trust that love completely. And you will be happy to know I did not let one of my father's old council members, one he liked, talk down to me or make me feel like I was incompetent. The King seemed quite proud." And so was he. He knew that particular council member had been pretty much against him the second he was born weak and sickly. He suspected it was that man who had put most of the evil thoughts into his father's head. The ones that kept his father constantly bringing him down.

She kisses him quickly, sighing and wanting to shout and clap, things that were clear on her face as she looks at him with love. "I am so happy for you! Tell me what happened!" She is insistent as she makes sure that he is washed up and clean, even paying attention to his hair now.

He smiles, liking how she would run her fingers through his hair while she washed it. It felt nice. "Well...I had...asked the King about rebuilding Osgiliath. He believed it to be a good idea, but it would have to go before the council first. So when it came time to present the idea, I was the one who stood. Now he made a comment then, something along the lines of I should not be Steward, something about my mind and such. I do not quite remember as I let it go in one ear and straight out the other as they say." He smiles as she laughs. He loved her laugh. It sounded so perfect. "When I had presented my idea, he instantly began to tear it apart. And when I had an answer or solution to each of his questions or arguments, he made his comment. He said what would a simple Ranger know of rebuilding cities and taking care of the people. Well, Aragorn almost stood up and yelled at the man right there, he after all, is a Ranger, as I am. But thankfully Queen Arwen stopped him. She then looked at me. Oh Eowyn. It was so perfect. I asked him what an old politician, who never much cared for his people or soldiers, knew about rebuilding cities and taking care of the people? His face went all red. See, he was appointed by my father, as a....yes man. A man who would agree with father over anything. He never did much but sit in meetings and agree with father." He smiles and shakes his head. "I stumped him, Eowyn. I made him realize that I am not as stupid as he thinks I am. He will think twice about trying to make me look bad in front of the King again." He smiles, looking all proud of himself. "And he will try."

She hugs him tight, not caring when they both get all soapy again and that some water sloshes onto the floor, she was too excited for him. "Oh Faramir!" She kisses him quickly and passionately. "Boromir said you were the better politician of the two! You so have to tell him what you have done, he will be so proud of you." She doesn't know why she brings his brother up in this intimate time, but then pushes that aside, of course she would, because he needed to know what his brother had said about him, it should make him proud of himself, something that he needed more then anything.

He smiles. "I have heard him tell father that before. Father told him never to say it again." He shrugs, still smiling. Then he uses the water to rinse the soap off her, cupping his hands to dump it on her. His smile soon turns into a grin. "We must do this more often. I very much like the sight of you in a bath."

She shakes her head, standing up, the water now cascading off her body, the soft light causing it to shimmer on her skin like jewels in the sun. She doesn't know just how breathtaking the effect is, or what it does to his body, or she might have made note of it for future reference. No, she is clueless to everything but the love in his eyes as he looks at her. Yes, it was he she loved, not his brother. Why for one moment he could cause her to doubt was beyond her. When he takes her hand and stands she leans in to kiss him softly. "I think that our naps are long over. I wish they weren't, because I would so like you to make love to me again, right here, in the tub. Alas you must return and get into clean clothes to be ready for the party tonight." She gives his hand a squeeze. "I have heard you this afternoon, Faramir, and I will consider everything. You have agreed to 5 months, but you have not yet left the Golden Hall. You have 3 days to convince me I should accompany you back to Gondor." She kisses him again, sighing this time and getting out of the tub with his help. She gets a towel and wraps it around herself, handing over one of her precious towels for him to use. She knew she must speak quickly and he needed to hide again, maybe this time someplace clean. "Just do not push it, or me, too far and I will consider both yours and Boromir's offers, as well as my own ability to look after myself." She gives him another kiss, this one much much longer, passion creeping in when she tries to keep it out so she does not regret kicking him out of her bedroom. "Now, hurry," she finally says against is lips. "Find a clean place to hide and I will get the bath water taken out." She thought of having him leave first, but this way she knew right where the handmaiden was when she does have him leave.

He smiles and returns each and every one of her kisses, grinning a little when she hands him a towel. He dries off quickly, then looks at her. "I could just dress in my old clothes for a moment.....Eowyn....I have no idea where your brother has my room." He frowns slightly. "Where am I to go to when I leave your room? I would have gone to my old room, that is, the one I had before, but Boromir now occupies that room."

"And you were to be sleeping there all this time. Well then, I suppose you will have to just get dressed in your other clothes and lay down with me. I will get dressed and we can make my bed and lay down on top of the blankets. That way should anyone see you before my brother comes to wake me, you can say you laid down with me because you wanted to." She walks over to the bed, smiling invitingly at him before lying back against the pillows and motioning for him to come to her.

He was just about to pull his padded shirt on when she makes her suggestion. As if he would say no to spending more time with her. With a huge smile he drops the shirt and walks over to the bed. He was dressed in his leggings and his under shirt but that was it. He sits down on the bed beside her and then lays back. "Eowyn? When will your brother be by to check on you?" He looks up suddenly as he hears Eomer's voice.

Still in a foul mood Eomer had walked to his sister's door and seeing it closed, he had listened. He heard a male's voice, Faramir's voice. He had then tried the door very quietly. Locked. Well. He knew how to get these doors unlocked. He had had to do it before when she was a child and would lock him out. So he works on the door, smirking when the latch clicks open. Then he opens the door, right when Faramir asks his question. "I will check on her now, Lord Faramir." He snorts, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at them both. Seeing them half dressed together, and obviously out of a bath was not helping his bad mood any.

She is about ready to answer him when her brother speaks. She jumps and spins around, shock on her face. "EOMER!" Then she sees it, his face. To some it merely looked like he was upset, but to those close to him, they could tell he wasn't mad at Faramir, but at something else. So she quickly speaks before either can say another word. "Faramir does not know where his room is, so he has been in here keeping me company. If you will tell us, he can take his leave and retire there. Then you and I will be able to speak alone." She is now standing between the two, feeling the need to keep the space between them because of both men's volatile tempers that could be sparked at a mere glimmer, they were so touchy.

Faramir could see something was bothering Eomer so he nods and waits for Eomer to tell him where his new room was. Then he gathers up his things and leaves the room quickly. He heads to his room, finding it easily and is glad when he finds his things inside. Good good. Now he could get fresh clothing on and then go and visit his brother. He can't help but smile at the thought of his brother. He was alive! And they had so much to talk about.

Eomer waits for Faramir to leave and then looks at his sister. "Inviting him into your baths now?" He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at her, waiting for her to deny it.

When Faramir leaves she sits own on he bed and pats the spot next to her, leaning back against the headboard. She ignores his comment, knowing he wanted to start a fight ad not about to. "What is it that is bothering you, Eomer Dear?" She smiles at him tenderly, invitingly.

Eomer shakes his head and instantly starts to pace. He grumbles a few things, then sighs and shakes his head again before he sits on the bed beside her. "Women. You are all alike. All I was.....oh I can not speak of this to you. You will just take her side." He gets up and heads towards the door, shaking his head, angry all over again. He couldn't talk to Eowyn because it was Eowyn that had really started the fight between himself and Lothiriel.

She frowns, sitting down on the bed. "I am sorry you feel that way, Dear brother. All I can guess is that you had a fight with Lothiriel. I will say that I hope that you work it out whatever it is, because you two see right for the other.

He spins around. "YOU are the problem! I have watched you, Eowyn. I have watched you with him. And I have watched him with you. Can you not see it? Are you so blind?" His frustration shows. Why couldn't she see what she was doing was wrong? Becoming close with Boromir was wrong. She was to marry Faramir.

She jumps when he verbally attacks her, a hand going to her chest as she sucks in her breath through her teeth. "What are you talking about, Eomer?! No, I do not see what you are talking about and I am not blind! What do you mean that you have watched him with me?" She shakes her head, not wanting to believe he was making so much out of it. Or was it that she didn't want to believe it herself.

"You and him! Boromir. Ever since he has returned you have not left his side for more than an hour or two. And I have seen this. I had tried to tell Lothiriel but I did not know how to tell her what I have been seeing, so I frustrated her and she snapped at me. See. Do you see why I am having a hard time with this? I have no one to discuss this with!"

She blinks at him, shock clear on her face. "You are blaming me for your fight with Lothiriel? If you were acting like you are now, giving her only pieces of information instead of just telling her, or in this case me, everything that we would need to know in order to go forward, then I can see why she snapped at you. Because I am about ready to snap at you because you are not making yourself clear. From what I am getting of all this, you are upset because I am friends with Boromir and have nursed him back to health. And you are equally upset at me because you can't talk to Lothiriel." She shakes her head, glaring at him now, for he was hitting too close to the truth on the Boromir issue. So she turns it instead to the Lothiriel issue. "Eomer, if you spoke to her about me and Boromir like you are speaking to me now, as I said, I see why she snapped at you. If you want to talk to her about something, what you need to do is just open up and tell her exactly what you need to, exactly what you want to." She storms over to stand in front of him. "So, either go talk to her, as you seem to rather do then talk to me, or open up and tell me what exactly is bothering you. I have done nothing with Boromir. I have only been a friend to him. I have not even kissed him in an un-sisterly manner."

He catches the last of what she had said. "But you HAVE kissed him? Have you told your fiancé that, Eowyn? Have you told Faramir anything? Such as how much time you spend with his brother?" He probably shouldn't have been speaking like this to her, accusing her of something he knew was probably not true, but he was just upset and when he got upset he sometimes didn't think.

She sighs and shakes her head. "You are not getting my meaning, Eomer. You are just twisting my words around to suit yourself. If you plan on being cruel to me, please leave." She walks over to her window and looks out of it, ignoring the tears that were coursing down her cheeks. She had not cried so much in her life since she met Aragorn. She supposed that her life had been so sheltered before then, Eomer only having to keep Wormtongue away from her. Now with all these new twists in her life, she needed protection from more then just one man, but from many. Sometimes she wondered if she needed protection from her brother. When he acted like this, it hurt her to know he thought so little of her as to even believe for a moment that she would cheat on Faramir. It mattered not that he was right to worry, it mattered that he thought she was possible of something like that. She had never thought of herself as possible to do that to another human, but wasn't she?

He snorts and shakes his head at his sister. Women. He would never understand them. "Fine. I will not try to help anymore. I will let you make your mistakes, Eowyn. Just remember, I did try to help you at one time, and when you need it, I will be here for you." He shakes his head and leaves the room, not even seeing Faramir. That was how angry he was.



Faramir smiles and gets dressed in clean clothes, then asks a passing servant to take his dirty clothes to be cleaned. The young woman nods and smiles before taking the dirty clothes and walking away. He closes the door and then goes back to trying to find his ring that showed he was the Steward of Gondor. He frowns, searching through his bags and his pockets, not finding it. "Where is it?" He starts to search around his room. "Where? Where?" He was getting desperate. That was his father's ring. He couldn't lose it.

Monica hears a lot of cussing and commotion coming from Faramir's room. She pauses outside and knocks. When he answers she smiles. "Hello Master Faramir. Something I can help you with?"

He hears a knock on the door and opens it, frowning deeply and nodding. He grabs Monica's hand and pulls her into the room. "I have lost my Steward's ring. It was my father's and I can not find it. You must help me. Please?"

She almost yelps when he suddenly pulls her in. "Lord Faramir, I am sure that it is here somewhere. We will find it." She puts a calming hand on his arm, smiling at him tenderly. "Now, take a deep breath and look at me. Where was it that you last seen it? I mean actually remember seeing it."

He frowns, trying to calm down and think. "I....I had the ring on when I rode into Edoras. After that....I....I can not remember." He frowns deeply and turns, starting to search the room again, even though he had already searched it a few times already. "It must be here. I can not lose that ring." He mumbles quietly to himself.

She frowns, putting a hand on his arm and trying to calm him down. She looks at him sympathetically and says ever so softly, as if she knew she could be in a lot of trouble just for suggesting such a thing. "Did you have it on before your last bathe?"

He looks at her, then thinks about it, not thinking that she might know where he had had his last bath. "I...I think so. I do not remember. I was not thinking about other things." He frowns as a thought hits him. Could he have left it in Eowyn's room? He most likely had. And now how was he suppose to get it without hinting at what he had been in Eowyn's room for?

She looks at the ground, this wasn't her place, and he could rightfully get her in a lot of trouble if she didn't phrase this right. "Lord Faramir, would you like me to check in Lady Eowyn's room?" She quickly looks up at him. "I mean... just in case.. on another visit you left it in her care?" She hoped it didn't sound as lame to him as it did to her, but she had to be discreet. She knew what was going on between her Mistress and Lord Faramir, but she was discreet enough to not say anything more, especially anything that private, to Eomer. She had mentioned her worries to him about Boromir, but she had only been looking out for someone she thought of not just as an employer but a friend.

He blushes as he suddenly realizes she knew where he had been. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He tries again, this time finding his voice. "No no. I will go. Thank you for your help," He smiles at the woman, then moves out of his room, heading back to Eowyn's. He stops as the door opens and Eomer comes storming out. He was obviously angry. He couldn't help wondering why. He looks into the room and sees Eowyn by the window. He walks in and speaks very softly. "Eowyn? Love? What is wrong?"

She goes to stop him, but he leaves faster then she can speak. She had offered because she wanted to save him from having to go back there and possibly run into Eomer. But he is gone before she can stop him, so she leaves his room, heading back on her way towards Boromir's. She needed to check in one last time before heading to bed.



Eowyn turns to stop Eomer but he is already out the door and she turns back in a huff, glaring out the window. She couldn't believe that this was happening. He was treating her lips a child, but more so as if she had done something wrong and she hadn't done anything wrong. She frowns and keeps staring out her window, barely hearing the door close. Then she hears Faramir's voice and she turns and runs to him. Throwing her arms around him she just holds him tight, her head buried in his neck.

He wraps his arms around her and holds her tight, wondering what had happened to make brother and sister so upset. He kisses the top of her head, rubbing his hand against her back. "Do you wish to speak of what has you upset, Eowyn?" He pulls back a little so he can look into her face, smiling slightly at her.

She shakes her head. "No, I do not think so, Faramir." She holds him tighter. "I am afraid to say anything for fear you too will misjudge me and look down on me. And I would rather die then have you look down on me." She sobs into his neck, the thought that her brother thought less of her killing her.

He frowns, wondering just what Eomer had said to her. "Darling, I would never think less of you. You are my beloved. A shield maiden of Rohan. It does not matter what you do, I would never think less of you." He pulls back again, cupping her face with his hands. "Tell me, Eowyn. Tell me what has you so upset so that I may fix it and see you smile once more."

She looks up into his eyes, her eyes searching his. Would he really hear her? Or would he hear she had kissed his brother? He would think the worst, just like her brother did. They always thought the worst. Instead of knowing she would never cheat on him, he would jump to the wrong conclusion just like her brother. It was so far!

She buries her head back into his neck. "You will only hear that it is bad, like he jumped to the same conclusion. That a smile means more then it does. It is now fair," she whispers in the end, unsure what to do now.

He can't help but smile. "I would do no such thing, Eowyn. I did not endure so much as a child to not hear or see everything now. What did your brother say to you, Eowyn?" He pulls back again, but only so he could lead her over to the bench that served as her windowsill. He sits down and pulls her down with him, holding her hands. "I will not judge, Eowyn."

She sits down with him, laying her head on his shoulder as she does. When she starts to speak, she does so quietly. She tells him everything then, well most everything about finding his brother. She tells him how she kissed him, in a friendly manner, but she doesn't mention how it caused butterflies in her stomach. She mentions how she never left his side when nursing him back to health, how her brother thought that odd, but how she only wanted to keep him alive long enough for him, Faramir, to see him. She told him then about the fight that her brother and her had just had, ending with, "What he doesn't know is that you had just left not only my bath but my bed. I love one man, Faramir, and that is you. I care about your brother, because he deserves to be cared about as to any kind human being does." She finally looks up at him, almost afraid of what he would say, even with knowing her heart only belonged to him.