Faramir listens to her whole story, watching her closely. He thinks nothing of her kissing his brother. He trusted her completely, and like a fool in love, he believed she could do no wrong. And so what if she had kissed Boromir, he knew Boromir and Eowyn. Nothing would be between them. Boromir wouldn't want him hurt, neither would Eowyn. And he had seen the love Eowyn had for him. It was true and pure. No he had no fears. And any that did surface he would push away. He would not hurt Eowyn by accusing her of something she didn't do, or couldn't control. When she looks up at him he smiles softly, his love for her shining in his eyes. "Do not worry so, Love. I know where your heart lies. I trust you, Eowyn. I trust your heart and your words. And he is to be your brother. Though simply by law but I would wish that my wife and my brother would be kind to one another. As I intend to be a brother to your own. I have already promised to teach Eomer the fine art of archery." He smiles and kisses her softly, pulling back just a little. "Perhaps I should talk with Eomer, this is more than likely all just a huge misunderstanding."

She instantly shakes her head repeatedly. "Oh no, Faramir!" Her eyes were wide, her fear evident. "Please, do not talk to Eomer about it. He would surely be upset that I said something...." But her voice trails off. This is what Eomer was afraid of, that she had not been honest with Faramir. She starts to nod slowly, a smile crossing her lips. Yes, yes, she knew for sure that was just what she needed Faramir to do. But how? And when? "I think you are right, Faramir. If you were to tell him that you and I have spoken, that you know of the closeness, then he could not say those things about me again, and also he could clear things up with you." She looks at him questioningly.

He smiles and takes her hands, kissing them gently. "Then I will speak to your brother for you, Eowyn. I will make sure he does not hurt you so again." He leans in and kisses her, then pulls back and grins slightly, a teasing light in his eyes. "So which of us is the better kisser?"

She looks at him confused for a moment, because she does not understand what he is talking about. Then she realizes what he meant and she blushes and shakes her head. "Faramir! I can not believe you asked me! There is no comparison!" She wraps her arms around his neck, leaning against him seductively. "There is no comparison because I did not kiss him like I kissed you." That was the truth of it, indeed she had never truly kissed Boromir, not in that sort of way. He had kissed her, but she had never truely kissed him. "So, I can not answer you and neither can he." She grins playfully at that. "I mean, unless he has been kissing you a lot lately."

He makes a face, though obviously he was still playing with her. His question had gotten the responce he wanted. Her smile and reassurance. "Ah no. I do love my brother very much but to kiss him would be liken to kissing....something not pleasant." He grins again, his arms going around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. "I only wish to kiss one person. And that, my Dear, is you." And with that said he leans in and kisses her deeply.

She sighs against his lips, her hold on his tightening. How could she have doubted her love for him? Yet in the back of her mind is a voice telling her that she did, that she had been thinking a lot more of Boromir. That her brother was right in what he was saying. Then she realizes just what Eomer had done and she pulls back to look at Faramir. "At least now you know that my brother thinks highly of you, because he was worried I was going to break your heart because of Boromir." Her smile widens. "When he calms down I will have to give him a hug for finally accepting you in our family."

He smiles at her. "I believe he was more worried for your well being than for mine. My brother does have a way with women that.....well I do not wish to speak ill of my brother. Oh no no. He would never hurt a woman. And he can be romantic when he wishes to be. No, he just does not stay long with the women he courts. He tends to get.....bored easily." He smiles slightly, unaware his words were so close to the truth. His next words anyway. "I know he why he likes you though. For some of the same reasons I like you. Because you're strong and kind, and once he learns you can use a sword, if he hasn't already, then he will love you forever!" He laughs and shakes his head, then smiles and reaches up to caress her cheek. It is then he remembers why he had come to her room in the first place. "My ring! Oh yes! I forgot the reason I came here. I....you have not seen a silver ring around here, have you?"

She takes a shaky breath. So that was what he was thinking about, as far as his brother was concerned. She could handle this, she wasn't that bad, they hadn't done anything together, not then and not now. She is drawn out of her thoughts by the question. "No, Darling, I haven't. But I will help you look. Maybe you misplaced it in the bed, or bathe." She blushes, looking down slightly at the thought of why he wouldn't have noticed it falling off in her bed.

He thinks about it, then shrugs. "I would not know. I do not remember losing it. Let us look. I will need it if I am to look presentable at dinner. Which is probably to be very soon." He smiles and lets her get up, then stands as well. He walks over to the bed and looks under it. He doesn't see anything so he stands up and starts searching around the room while Eowyn checks the bed. "I do hope it is here. I would not know where else to look."

She starts looking in the bedding and everything, smiling over her shoulder at his words. "You do not need a ring to look presentable. Besides, I wish you could have a new one. I want you to have something new, not something that reminds you of your father." Not finding it in the bed, she moves over to the tub. They hadn't let the water out of it yet. Rolling up her sleeves she carefully starts to feel around the bottom of the tub, the water was too dark to see anything in it. "I know that it is a special ring, because it has to do with your appointment as Steward. But couldn't I have one made for you and it be as good as the other." She straightens, holding the ring up between two of her fingers. "I do not want to say it would be more special, just something better, something all yours."

He turns and looks at her, then rushes over and takes the ring from her, shaking his head as he carefully dries the ring and then slips it back onto his finger. He looks at her and shakes his head. "I must keep it. It was not only my father's but my grandfather's and great grandfather's. It is handed down along with the white rod. Our firstborn son will receive both when he takes over the Stewardship from me. It does remind me of my father, yes, and not all of the memories of this ring are good ones. But it is my right to wear it." It suddenly hits him though. Boromir was alive. And so wouldn't that mean that now he would be the Steward? A frown spreads across his face and he looks down at the ring on his finger.

As if knowing what he was thinking she cradles his face in her hands, making him look at her. "He doesn't want it, Faramir. He has already told me that you are the politician, not him. That you are the one for that job as well because he is all broken up. He doesn't feel that he can do a good job at it. Do not worry, it is yours, as long as you want it.

He frowns. "It is not my decision or his. It is the King's. And in some way the council as well." He sighs and shakes his head. "If he is given the Stewardship and takes it, then I will more than likely ask to live in Ithilien." He looks over at the door as there is a knock. He stands back as Eowyn goes to open the door.

Monica looks in and smiles when she sees Faramir. "Lady Eowyn," she curtsies slightly. "Lord Faramir. I have come to tell you that the feast is ready. If you will just head to the dining room, your brother has several seats in the front for you as well as your brother," she says the last part to Lord Faramir, though she suddenly doesn't feel like smiling. It anything she suddenly was hit with just how little she was. Not in stature, but in standing. He was Lord Boromir's brother, and both brothers were treated the same. She should be speaking more formally to Boromir, but familiarity had bread a new kind of weakness. She would have to remember to be more careful around him, so that he found no fault with her.

She smiles at the woman, truly the only one she trusted now days, more then her handmaiden, but a friend. Though she had ratted on her once, she understood. She nods, motioning to the door. "Tell my brother we will be there momentarily. I just need to check my hair." She waits till the woman has left before she does indeed do just that. She walks over to the large ornate mirror on her dresser and runs her brush through it. "I was wondering if this dress would be okay...?" She looks questioningly at him in the mirror.

He nods to Monica, then looks at his ring on his finger, twisting it a little as he thinks of what might happen now that Boromir was alive and somewhat well. He hears Eowyn say something and looks up at her. "What? Hmmm? Oh yes. It is a lovely dress." He sees her frown and walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "My apologies, Love. You look beautiful, as you always do." He leans down and places a soft kiss on the side of her neck. "You smell very good as well." He smiles glancing at her in the mirror.

Monica heads out of the room and to the kitchens. She was not a server, but had volunteered to help tonight on some things. It had shocked the cook as she never did that, but it hadn't shocked a few of the rest of the staff. They knew why she was doing it They had seen the looks she gave Boromir.

But Eowyn keeps her frown, not liking that he wasn't listening to her, it made her worry as to what he was thinking about. She puts her hands on top of his, leaning back against him and looking at him in the mirror. "What is bothering you, Faramir? What is it that would take you away from me tonight?" Her look invites him to speak, indeed she hoped that he would speak and let her know what was really bothering him.

He looks at her, then frowns. "It is nothing, Eowyn. I just...I like being Steward. And even though Boromir says he would not take it from me it is his birthright. Not mine. He was born first. He is the heir to the Stewardship. I would not feel angry if he did take it from me, it is not my place to feel anger when it is something that is rightfully Boromir's. But...I like spending time with the King. I like discussing things with him or practicing archery with him to unwind after council meetings. But all that could change with just a few simple words from Boromir. I should be happy he is alive, and I am. I truly am. I missed him when he was gone but now.....now he is back and... I feel like I am glad he is back but then I am not." He frowns deeply, lowering his head. "I am a bad brother. I should just be grateful he is back."

She shakes her head, taking his head in her hands and lifting it gently. She tenderly kisses him, letting her lips linger, a bit longer then she would of normally, wanting him to just feel the tenderness and love there without the passion. Finally she pulls away and rests her forehead against his. "You are feeling everything that anyone would feel in your position. It is all normal feelings, my Love. You are glad he is alive, yet you wish he were dead because his coming back may have ruined your perfect life." She licks her lips, almost having said 'wife' instead of 'life' and had no clue why in hell she would even accidentally say that. "It is normal to be filled with such feelings, because you love him. He is your best friend and your brother and he always made sure that you were taken care of and happy and now he has the chance to do more then that. Because all he has to do is say the word and your world will come crumbling down. But Darling, you need to keep reminding yourself of one thing." She kisses the tip of his nose. "No matter what, you will always have a place within Gondor's Kingdom, I am sure, and even if not, I am sure that my brother would be able to find you something to do." She kisses him again, sighing softly. "But most importantly, it matters not what he takes, he will never be able to take me. I will always be yours." She ends it softly, wanting her voice to touch him like a feather, to ease the doubt and pain that he was going through.

He smiles at her, reaching up to gently touch her cheek. "How is it you know exactly what to say to make me feel better, Eowyn? You truly are remarkable." He leans in and kisses her gently, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. "If tonight was no so important, I would ask you to take a ride with me and we could camp out under the stars." He smiles at her. "Alone. Where no one could see us." He leans down and kisses her again, a little more deeply this time. When he pulls back he does so very reluctantly. "I am sorry. You do look very nice in that dress. And I like your hair down. As you know." He runs his fingers gently through her freshly brushed hair.

She smiles, but is shaking her head as she untangles herself from his hold, holding onto his hands and pulling on them as she walks backwards. "My Lord, we are needed out there tonight." She wonders about the surprise she has plan that him and if she should tell him now so he would stop dawdling... or not. She chooses not to and keeps tugging on his arms. "Come come, my brother is waiting. And I don't wish to upset him." She smiles lovingly at him, her face leaving no doubt as to whom she loved.

He lets her pull him from the room, smiling at her. "Yes. We do not wish to have your brother cross with us. Though Lothiriel is here so I highly doubt he will be angry for long." He smirks just a little, offering his arm to her before he leads her to the great hall. Once there he looks around and stops as his eyes rest on Boromir again. It still shocked him to see him alive.



Lothiriel waits for him, though he would soon have to wait for her since he had not had her just meet him. Though she knew why when he comes out, looking all the perfect king from head to toe. "Do I have permission to say just how good you look, My King?" she purrs as she looks him up and down before takig his arm. Once more the 'my king' sounds much more like an endearment then a mere title. She liked the way it sounded as it rolled off her tongue, though he was not really her King, Aragorn was. But soon he would be and she would be his queen. That thought hits her right between the eyes and she suddenly feels dizzy, grabbing onto his arm for support. "I need to sit down," she whispers, bringing a hand to her forehead and covering her eyes to try to make the room stop spinning.

Eomer smiles, very much liking it when she calls him her king. He could tell she meant it as an endearment, rather than a title. "Yes you do, my future Queen." He smiles at her, then frowns when she grips his arm tight and stumbles. He brings her over to a chair in the hall, set there for guests who needed to sit and wait to see him. He lets her sit down, keeping a hold of her hand. "Are you alright, Lothiriel? If you feel sick I can call a healer to come attend to you."

She shakes her head. "No, Eomer, I will be okay." She leans her head down, taking slow deep breaths. "It just hit me," she gives a small humorless laugh. "When you called me your Queen. I am going to be a Queen." She looks at him suddenly. "Are you sure that you want ME as your wife and QUEEN of the whole of Rohan?" She looks at him worriedly, the fear of what she was about to do clear on her face.

He smiles at her, squatting down before her so she wouldn't have to keep looking up at him. "Lothiriel...I would not have asked if I was not sure you would make a perfect Queen for Rohan." He kisses her hands gently. "Love, you do not need to fear. The people will love you just as much as I love you. And I will always love and cherish you. You will have whatever you wish here. And we will travel to see your family whenever you wish. Or have them visit us here." He stands again, pulling her up to stand with him. "Trust me, Lothiriel, I will do anything in my power to make you as happy as you have made me." He kisses her softly, then caresses her cheek. "You will make a wonderful queen."

She tries to absorb it all and finally she just shakes her head. "But Eomer, I wish not to make a wonderful queen. I only wish to make you the best wife you deserve." And she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tight, kissing him deeply and passionately. Indeed she wished nothing more then to make the best wife he could dream of. "For I already know that you will be the best husband I could ever wish for. You already trust me with your heart." She trembles when she says that, hardly able to believe the words.

He smiles, love shining in his eyes, his arms around her, having gone around her when she kissed him. And he didn't care if anyone saw them. She was to be his wife and his parents had never hidden their love. "You will be the perfect wife, Lothiriel. As I trust you with my heart, you are able to forgive me for my temper. Do not worry. I will try my best not to fight with you again." He reaches up and lightly caresses her cheek. "Do you feel better now? Shall we continue on to your room so that you may change? I am assuming that is what you wished since you were leading us in that direction."

She takes a deep breath and nods. "Yes, let's continue." She looks at him funny for a moment then realizes what he is talking about. She reaches for a tissue and starts to walk with him again. She does try to speak but nothing comes out, so she clears her throat and tries again. This time her voice is calm, soothing, perfect and she gives an inward sigh that thing sounded normal again, even if they didn't feel it in her gut. "Yes, Honey, I do need to change." She says the endearment almost hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure what he would do or say when she said the endearment. When nothing seems to change her shoulders relax and she starts walking again with a huge smile on her face. "I think that since we have such an important announcement to make," once more she has to takes a calming breath before going on, "Then I better pick out something a lot nicer then this to dress in. Don't you?"

He smiles and leads her to her room. He stops outside it and turns to her, smiling still. "Yes. Though you do look very nice in that dress." He lets her go, standing outside the room with his hands clasped behind his back.

She doesn't take long getting ready, for she was indeed almost done, wanting to just make sure everything was clean and in order as well as adding a few things. In the end she does change her dress and redoes her hair, but she is quick about both and within 20 minutes she was standing next to him and walking back down the halls. "Sorry about that, Love. I didn't mean to take so long. I hope the end result made it worth the wait...?" She normally wasn't so forward with a man like this, and that causes her face to turn bright red. "I didn't mean, I mean it isn't like, well you know what I am talking about!" She can't help the blush and she looks away as she walks with him, hoping he will forget about it soon and forgive her boldness.

He offers her his arm again when she comes back out, smiling at her. "You look amazing, Darling." He stops outside the hall and takes her hands. "Lothiriel, please, I do not wish for you to feel uncomfortable around me. You may be yourself. You may say what you like. I will not lie to you, I do want a queen and wife who are strong, who will stand up to me if I am in a foul mood. And who will stand up to others." He smiles at her. "I know you are a strong woman. But do not worry. I wish you to be tender as well. Like you are now. It warms my heart that I have someone who wishes for my love and protection." He kisses her hands softly. "Come. Let us not hold up the feast any longer, Love. I wish to announce to our people who will be their Queen." He offers her his arm again and then leads her into the great hall.

She is empowered by his little speech, her chest actually puffing out a little and a smile touching her lips that played a myriad if emotions and feelings across it. Her eyes plead with him to be gentle suddenly as he finishes. Yet the plea is almost gone as soon as it enters to be replaced by a loving look as she leans in and kisses him, a little more passionate then she first intended. But it was meant to let him know just how much she missed him and how much she wanted him. She smiles against his lips, whispering, "We really need to go now. I am a very proper young lady and your kiss is causing interesting things to happen to my body. " She sighs against his lips and pulls away fully. Lacing her fingers through his she starts to walk with him towards the main hall where people were already gathering.



Boromir finds a bench by the wall and sits down on it, wincing a little but feeling better, now that he was off his feet. He watches as the people mill in and start taking seats at the tables set up in rows along the left and right side of the hall. He could smell the meat and bread. Ah it was fresh bread. His mouth was starting to water. At least he hadn't lost his sense of smell or taste.

He looks up as someone comes over and bows while saying his name. It was one of the healers. He nods and stands. Allowing the healer to lead him to where he would be sitting at the head table. He takes his seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He could feel the people watching him. He hoped Eowyn would come soon, and that she would be sitting beside him. She always made him calmer.

Monica is given a jug of wine and told to pour a glass for everyone at the head table. Because of her standing in the palace she would only be serving those there, it would be one of her jobs to make sure they all had wine during the night, for one this.

When Monica sees Boromir her heart instantly goes into her throat and she takes a calming breath. She wouldn't have volunteered had she made her decision about being more formal around him sooner. But it had come too late to get out of this. She would just have to make sure she didn't do it again.

He looks up as someone asks him if he would like some wine. He smiles as he sees it was Monica. "Oh yes. Wine would be very nice, thank you." He waits for her to fill his glass before he takes it and takes a sip. It was a very good vintage. He looks at Monica, watching as she fills the other glasses, then comes back to him. "Monica? When will the others arrive? And do you know where Eowyn is to be seated?"

When she offers him the wine she tries to stay silent as she can, smiling and nodding slightly. Then she pours the other glasses and stops once more by his side, refilling his glass again, even though he had only taken a few sips. His question makes her face fall, though she doesn't realize it. She was beginning to worry about Eowyn again, he seemed anxious about where she would sit, she wondered if it was because he wanted t be near her or the opposite. But what a fool she would be to think he wouldn't want to sit near her. Unfortunately she would be sitting next to him, because she had given her normal seat up to Lothiriel. "You are sitting to the King's right hand," she says as she nods towards the seat opposite him. "Normally Eowyn would be sitting where you are, being the sister of the King. But she gave it up as a place of honor to you." She motions to the chair on Eomer's other side. "That being the standing she would normally sit there. Yet again she has given that up to Lothiriel because she wanted the two to be able to sit together. So, she will be sitting here, on your right, with Faramir on her right." She smiles at him again. "Is there anything else I can get you, Lord Boromir?" she asks politely.

He brightens when she informs him of where Eowyn would be sitting. "Is that so?" He sees the nod and smiles more. Perfect. Yes Faramir would be there but Eowyn would be between them. He could still talk to her, he would just have to be careful of what he says.

She nods, then silently she backs away, holding the wine bottle in a proper manner, her back straight, she disappears into the background of the scene as so many of the servers would do while working. The Lords and Ladies seemed to think nothing of it, for they were there when called, no on was ever more then a few minutes away. It was not a trick of magic, not really. It was just simple science The serving people would wear dark clothing and after serving when they were just waiting, they would stand back against the dark walls or near dark curtains. With this little act they blended into the background, allowing them to serve without really being seen. And now she once more tries to disappear as quickly from his sight as from his mind, wishing more then anything that someone else would take this her current job and let her retire early.

He continues to wait, again feeling out of place once Monica leaves. He hoped Eowyn would arrive soon. He wished to speak with her. He couldn't help feeling slightly annoyed that Faramir had taken all Eowyn's time. Time that used to be his. He drinks some more of his wine, shaking his head just a little at his thoughts. He wasn't being a very nice brother.

She wants to go to Boromir and talk to him the instant he gets that lightly hurt look on his face. But she doesn't dare. It was almost as if she could feel his hurt. She finally gives in and walks over to him, opening her mouth just when Faramir walks over. It was almost like a sign and she slip around them, smiling to Eowyn and waiting until she was seated before motioning to the wine. "Will this be fine or would you like something else?" Her questioning eyes go to Faramir. She sighs to herself. He wasn't like his brother. He seemed more in tune to what was gong on. Maybe it was merely because he was in love and he wanted everyone to know. That is how she wanted it, when she was in love and some great man was in love with her, she wanted him to not be able to keep it to himself.

That was a depressing though, she thought she had plenty of friends, and she did, that was until she started falling in love with a Lord. Then she seemed to loose them with a word as to why.

Eowyn smiles at Monica and shakes her head. "This will be just fine, I am sure." She picks up the glass and sips it, nodding to her as she takes a sip. Yes, perfect. I will ring if I need anything." Then with a smile she heads over to his brother's side. "I see that you made it down here okay. Is there anything that I or Faramir can do for you? Get you? If you need anything at all, just let me know and will gladly help you as much as I can." Then she walks to his other side and lets Faramir help her into her seat, kissing her cheek as she lifts her head to him A sigh leaves her lips at the touch of his unknowingly. She realizes what she did and hopes no one but Faramir heard her as he sits next to her.

Boromir stands when Eowyn comes over, then sits down when she gestures for him to. He watches as she sits beside him and then pushes away the jealousy when Faramir gives her a quick kiss, while always keeping hold of her hand. How he wish it was his hand she was holding. He looks away and down at the table in front of him. He should not be doing this. He should not be wanting the future wife of his brother. But he couldn't help it. Eowyn was everything he had wanted in a woman. And even though she did sometimes annoy him when she would order him to bed or constantly ask him if he needed help, he knew she only did it because she cared for him. He smiles slightly, looking over at his brother when he speaks quietly, so only he and Eowyn could here. "Thank you, Little Brother. I am glad to be back as well. Perhaps tomorrow you and I should spend some time together, to catch up. You can tell me why it is you favor that shoulder."

Faramir smiles and holds out Eowyn's chair for her, then after she has taken her seat he takes his seat as well, giving her a quick kiss and smiling, his hand always holding hers. "I am sure the wine will do, Monica, though...if it is not too much trouble, could you perhaps bring me a cup of steaming water. I will need it to mix my medicine in." He looks over at Boromir after Monica nods, having caught a look she had sent his brother. He smiles slightly. "I am glad to have you back, Brother. You were missed very much." He smiles and thanks Monica as a teacup is placed in front of him, filled with steaming water. He pulls a small pouch from his pocket and tries to remember the right amount to be put in. Gandalf had told him before he left just how much to use and why too much could be bad for him. But he sometimes couldn't remember. He'd been terribly sick the first time he had put in too many of the crushed herbs. He looks over at Boromir when he speaks of his shoulder. "And you can explain all of yours."

Monica finally is able to get away from the table and the looks she sees that pass between Boromir and Eowyn. They made her feel uncomfortable, as if she were intruding on something personal. So for awhile she stays in the back, just until it was time to serve the main meal. It is at that time she returns, she smiles around to them all as if she had only just left and quietly asks if they want the fish or the beef, taking her time to go around and make sure that she gets each what they want. She then quietly retired to the back, waiting at a chair by the quietness of the all. It is there she sits, to try to regroup her feelings together, so she can deal with the rest of the meal. However, her time is far too short when she is called to take the meals back to the honored Lords and Ladies.

Eowyn watches as Monica gets Faramir what he needs then pulls back, waiting till all the joking was done before she speaks. "I have an idea men. How about you both pull off all your clothes and start comparing wars wounds." She grins mischievously. "The only difference will be that the women get to judge which are the worst." She was joking, of course, but she tries to hold a calm face to see if she could fool any of them.

Eomer smiles as he leads Lothiriel to the head table, nodding to those that he passes, all who bow their heads in respect to him. When he reaches the head table he pulls out the chair for Lothiriel and then takes his seat beside her after she has taken her seat. He looks over at Eowyn, having caught the last of what she said. "You and I both know I could beat them hands down, Eowyn." He smiles and then stands, holding his glass. He starts to speak after the whole place goes quiet. He starts by welcoming everyone to the feast and then he explains why there was one. He explains about Boromir and how they were honoring him tonight. He makes a little speech, then when he is finished he smiles. "And I have one more announcement to make. I would like for you all to know.....I have chosen who is to be your next queen." He smiles and offers his hand to Lothiriel, smiling more when she understands and gracefully stands beside him. He keeps a hold of her hand and then looks back at the people gathered. "I have asked Lady Lothiriel of Dol Amroth to be my wife and queen and she has accepted." He smiles as there is a rather loud roar of approval from the guests. When they quiet down he smiles. "Thank you all. Now, since there is nothing more to say, let us eat and drink and enjoy this night." He smiles again at the roar of the crowd and the clapping before he sits down, smiling at Lothiriel beside him. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it gently before he lets go. He does however lean over and whisper to her. "See. I told you they would approve."

Boromir looks at Eowyn as she suggests they disrobe. He can't help but grin. "It would be no comparison, Eowyn. As Faramir's wounds were usually from arrows, where as mine were from swords and spears." He looks at Eomer as he speaks, chuckling and then shaking his head. He gets an amused smile on his face as he hears that Lothiriel would be marrying Eomer. And to think she was going to leave and never come back. He smiles at his cousin and winks, mouthing that he told her so. When she blushes a little he laughs and shakes his head, then nods as a plate of food is placed in front of him. "Thank you, Monica." Ah solid food. He was so happy to be able to eat it again, and it was nice too. He had chosen the steak instead of the fish. He was never one for fish.

Faramir smiles at his brother. "Not true. I have a few sword wounds as well. And a burn from fire. There are many new wounds you do not know of, Boromir." He finally remembers the right amount of herbs and drops a pinch of them into the tea cup of steaming hot water. There is a smell of dirt and hay but that was it. And it tasted far worse. But the poison was still in him. No matter what he tried, the poison stayed. He would not tell Eowyn or the healers but he knew it was wearing him down slowly. He was more prone to headaches now, and sickness. But the medicine seemed to keep him balanced enough to be able to live and do his work. He uses a spoon to swirl the contents in the cup around a few times. It was a sickly green color now. It needed to get to a dark green before he could drink it. That would take a little longer. In the mean time he chooses the fish over the beef. He had not had fish since he was stationed in Ithilien. This would be a welcome treat.

Monica can't help but blush at his words, though she doesn't know why. It was stupid to fawn over him the way that she did. Especially since she had realized just how much she was dotting on him. She makes sure that everyone has what they need before she once more fades into the wall behind them, standing there silently as she waits to be called upon.

Eowyn notices how Monica wasn't speaking, how she was almost just disappearing into the woodwork and she makes note of it. Then she turns to the men and smiles. They were getting along rather well, and that fact warmed her heart and brought tears to her eyes. She reaches out and pats Faramir on the leg before leaning in and kissing him, one last time. "I am sorry, Honey, but that is the last kiss you will get for awhile." At his confused look she smiles over at her brother this time. "Brother, would you like to inform them?" Her eyes search out Monica and find her looking down slightly at the ground. Once more it strikes her as odd and something she would have to bring up with her. Getting her attention, she orders the beef for dinner before taking a sip of her glass of wine, licking her lips after and resting her hand on Faramir's thigh.

The whole reaction that Lothiriel gets from the crowd is just so much more then she ever thought that some one like her would ever be associated with that she is choked up and can't stop smiling. Eomer keeps talking to her but it is almost as if she can't hear him. She was standing with him, then sitting, smiling at those that are congratulating them. She basks in the warm glow of the whole thing, and even when everyone starts to talk about other things, all she can think of is that he has asked her to marry her and she said yes. When Faramir laughs and says something about her being in never never land she shakes her head. "I am here, I am listening." Then she looks at her soon to be husband and blushes deep red, leaning in towards him to whisper, "What did you just tell Faramir?"

Eomer looks at Eowyn and smiles. "Why I? Afraid Faramir will run away if you tell him, dear Sister?" He sees her look and laughs. "It is because she is very allergic to fish, Faramir. Which is why you never see her eating fish." He looks over at Lothiriel and smiles when she finally snaps out of it and asks him what he said to Faramir. "I was merely informing him of Eowyn and why she was not a good choice to marry." He grins as three pieces of bread hit him in the head. There is an audible gasp from the crowd, all having witnessed it. He smirks and turns to the two men from Gondor and his sister. After a moment of silence he speaks. "Off with their heads!" He laughs along with the crowd, then shakes his head as the noise level rises again as people start talking and eating.

Boromir looks at what Faramir had begun to drink and makes a face. He then hears what Eomer says about Eowyn and taking his piece of bread he does what Eowyn and Faramir do, he throws it at Eomer's head. It hits of course, since he was sitting right beside him. He smirks when Eomer speaks, then laughs and turns back to his food.

Faramir too launches a piece of bread at Eomer as well, then laughs at what he says. He shakes his head and leans in to whisper to Eowyn. "I will have to make sure I brush my teeth after dinner then, and drink plenty of wine." He smiles at her, patting her hand that was on his thigh before he notices his tea was the right color now. The smile falls from his face and with a deep sigh he picks up the glass and downs the contents quickly. He makes a face, coughing a little before he sets the empty glass down and then picks up his wine cup. He drinks down the wine, glad for the flavor.

Eowyn laughs and shakes her head. "No, I only asked you to explain it since I needed to speak to Monica." She then turns her attention to her glass of wine, but instantly she is launching her bread at Eomer's head, her eyes big that he would say such a thing. And when he orders their heads be taken off she shakes her head sadly and sighs rather dramatically. "And here I was just saying how mature you have gotten, Brother." She looks at Lothiriel, her expression not changing. "I am sure that once you are married he will grow up. If you are lucky."

Lothiriel blushes, looking down slightly, then looking up through her lashes at Eomer. "Are you just a child, My King? Do I need to marry you to get you grounded?" The last question is said on a whisper as she leans in and asks her question quietly into his ear.

Monica had what everyone wanted, so she slips into the back rooms and into the kitchens. Though this was a 'feast', it was not something with huge plates of food, rather normal portions for everyone because they had not had time enough to refill the stocks. Tonight's 'feast' consisted mostly of the meat because they had killed the beasts and caught the fish fresh only a few days past. But the other vegetables and such were in very short supply so everyone just got a sprinkling of that. The fact that they were asked to choose was another indication of how low they had gotten with the food stores. A 'feast' would normally have all kinds of meats, piled high on platters and brought out for anyone and everything to devour. She smiles though as she picks up the King's plate and Eowyn's, heading out to serve them. She smiles because it wasn't the food that was making this a feast, rather the company in the room. Everyone was getting along and the wine was something they had plenty of and it flowed freely to those that wished for it. The talk around them was not only of Boromir's return from death but of the battle only a short while ago as well as what was going to happen now. She even had heard one soldier asking another about a particular woman he liked and what he should do about it. That made her feel even better, because it was bringing back some sense of normality.

"I am only four years older than Eowyn. I am only twenty-seven years old. I am also King. So I may be as young as I feel like. Besides, I believe that my future wife is slightly closer to mine own age. Unlike my sister and her future husband." Eomer knew that would pretty much mean nothing seeing as age didn't matter in this day and age. He was just trying to get the conversation off himself, hopefully, and onto someone else. He smirks slightly, looking back at Lothiriel, speaking in a whisper now so only she could hear. "No, my Lady. I do believe that to marry you will have me anything but grounded. As I would be the happiest man alive."

"And my father was 30 years older than my mother when she married him. Hence the fact that your age is closer to Lothiriel's than my brother's is to Eowyn's makes no argument for you." He smirks at Eomer's look, then shakes his head and goes back to eating. He glances at his brother. "And you have yet to tell me anything of Gondor and your wedding to the Lady Eowyn."

Faramir makes a face, his head spinning for a moment as he had drank a bit too much wine too quickly. When the sensation passes he feels Eowyn's hand on his leg squeeze. He looks up and around, having not really been listening to the conversation. He does catch the last of what Boromir tells Eomer, so then it must have had to do with something that consisted of age differences. When Boromir asks his question he smiles and begins telling him all of what he had been doing in Gondor. He would let Eowyn tell him about the wedding.

Eowyn looks up as a plate is set down in front of her. "Thank you, Monica." Once more she frowns, Monica didn't serve, not unless they were on trips and then mainly just her. She was serving everyone at the head table. Once more she catches a look on her face and she leans forward. "Faramir," she whispers in his ear, getting his attention off his talk about Gondor and Boromir in a pause in his speech. "I want you to watch Monica and Boromir more closely tonight, but don't look like you are watching them. Then talk to me after, okay?" She waits till he agrees before she turns back to her meal, removing her hand from his thigh to cut her meat. When Boromir then turns to her and asks about the wedding plans, she tells him what was planned so far, eating slowly as she does so.

Lothiriel blushes, thanking Monica for her food when it is brought out and quietly eating, trying not to think about what Eomer was talking about. He was a typical male, she guessed, having to brag about the woman he got. She just hoped it was a show, that he wasn't really like that, that this was all in fun and that she wasn't really just a prize he had just won.

Monica serves each one in turn and then fills their wine goblets. Once done there really wasn't anything for her to do until it was time to clean the dishes off. So with one last forlorn look at Boromir, she slips through the curtains and retires to the kitchen and her own dinner there.

Faramir stops speaking when Eowyn leans over and whispers to him. He looks a little confused but he does nod. When he pulls back he thanks Monica as she puts his food down. He then watches her as she starts to move away from the table. He can't help but smile. Ah so yet another woman had been drawn to his older brother. He grits his teeth to keep in the laugh, then coughs a little, biting his lip to keep the smile off his face. He starts to eat, watching Boromir as he does. Boromir, while being polite with the woman, seemed to give more attention to Eowyn than Monica does.

Eomer smiles at Lothiriel, then goes about eating. He shakes his head as he thinks of something. He turns and looks at Lothiriel. "Your father, will he be....fine with our decision?"

"Thank you, Monica." Boromir gives the woman a smile, then looks at Eowyn as she starts to tell him about the wedding plans. "Five months is it?" He smiles and shakes his head. "Can not wait any longer, Faramir? I always knew you had no patience." He grins at his brother.