Faramir starts to mumble slightly in his sleep, not really making any sense but it would seem quite funny to anyone near him who heard. After a few moments he goes quiet again, then he snuggles his head against her lap and sighs out her name.

She smiles down at him and is tempted to lay down with him and cuddle. But she didn't want to stop massaging his head, neck and shoulders incase that was what was keeping him asleep. "I am here, Faramir. Just sleep. I am not going anywhere until you wake up, I promise." And not after you wake up either. Because it looks like I am going to have to be the stubborn one in this and just kick your butt in the right direction.

He sighs and slowly opens his eyes. He was still tired but at least the pain was down to a dull ache. Though there was a knot in his neck. He turns over and looks up, smiling as he sees Eowyn's face above him. "Hello.....when did you arrive?" He frowns slightly, looking around. "How long have I been asleep?" He frowns even more. "They tried to put me to sleep didn't they?" That would explain why he was still so tired.

She sighs and shakes her head sadly as she looks down at him. "Faramir! You have only been asleep a few minutes and you need to go back to sleep." She pushes him back down again and then kisses his forehead before lightly rubbing her thumbs across his temples. "And, they didn't try to put you asleep they suceeded and with my assistance. You are in pain and you need to sleep for now." She once more leans down and kisses him, though this time lightly on his lips. "I would lay with you and hold you, but we can not do that right now as it wouldn't allow me room to try to help you." She shakes her head. "Sleep, and when you have gotten more sleep, then we will talk. Okay?"

He frowns and shakes his head, blinking again and again to keep from falling asleep. "No...I wish to speak now....I do not hate you, Eowyn." He yawns, then continues. "I wished only to keep you from any pain. I am sorry. I should...." He yawns again, reaching up to rub his eyes. "I should have told you."

She sighs and moves around in the bed, laying down next to him and pulling him into her arms, brining his head to her chest and laying it there. "Rest, Faramir," she says with a sigh. "Yes, you should have told me, because not telling me caused me more pain then telling me would have or will. I forgive you, for now." She grins, resting her cheek on the top of his head, her arms wrapped around hi shoulders. I do not hate you now, but if you do not get some sleep I will come close to it." She could never hate him, it was an empty threat, but she had to say something, he needed to rest, and he was fighting it again, which wasn't helping.

He sighs and goes willingly into her arms, wrapping his own around her waist. "I will sleep. But you must promise not to hate me when I awake. And you must promise.....well I can not think of anything at the moment. Just not to hate me." He yawns again, closing his eyes.

She kisses softly his forehead, rubbing her cheek lightly against it while her hands move slowly over his back. "I promise," she whispers. "I do not hate you, Faramir. Now please, please sleep for me. For Gandalf and Boromir. None of us hate you and all will be here when you wake up, in my arms, safe and sound."

He sighs and nods. "Yes. Good. As long as you do not......" He yawns. "hate me." He says the last part quietly, resting his head more against her. In no time at all he is back asleep again.

She smiles at him, shaking her head sadly. "I will not hate you, my dear Faramir." She kisses the top of his head again and holds him tight. "PLEASE, Faramir, PLEASE will you please go to sleep?" She sighs, wishing he would finally fall asleep. She didn't like that he wasn't getting back to sleep, he needed his sleep, staying up like this wasn't helping him any.

He mumbles a quiet no but it is obvious he was finally asleep. He felt better, knowing she didn't hate him. He doesn't hear the knock on the door to his room or feel her make herself look more presentable. When she lets him go he mumbles something about her and then snorts and rolls onto his side. He would not wake up this time.

Beregond had been worried about Lord Faramir for a while now. And the fact the pain herbs did not work to dull the pain or even take it away made him feel useless and guilty. He was suppost to be helping, Faramir, guarding him, keeping him safe. Yet he couldn't even help him with his sickness. He had seen Eowyn go into the room, having been stationed outside Faramir's door, as he usually was when it was the day. After all, he was pretty much appointed as Faramir's bodyguard. Though he knew Faramir could take care of himself. So when the visitors had begun to leave he had just watched, staying quiet. When he knows it is just Eowyn in the room with Faramir he waits a little longer before he knocks on the door. He waits for her to say he could enter, then he opens the door and looks in. "I wish to enquire how he is doing? Were you able to help him sleep, m'lady?"

When she hears the knock she moves to sit up again, moving Faramir's head back into her lap before calling for them to enter. She is met with the worried look of Beregond and she inwardly curses herself. She had seen his worried look when she had arrived but hadn't thought to tell him what was going on. "Oh Beregond! I am so sorry. I should have had them tell you as they left." She looks down at his sleeping face, brushing the hair from his forehead. "He is finally sleeping and does not seem to be in any pain." She leans down

Beregond walks into the room and closes the door. "He is getting....worse. Lady Eowyn...I do not know what he has told you, but the healers have told me there is a way he could live without this pain." He frowns, feeling guilty. "I should not be telling you this but he refuses to speak of it with anyone. I think he is afraid it may turn him to a Nazgul."

She nods, looking down at his sleeping head, the look on his face was peaceful as if none of what had happened before had indeed happened. "I have just learned of this, Beregond. When he wakes I am going to have a serious talk with him. I am going to get him to go through the last treatment."

"I have tried but he will not listen to me. I told him he could fight the evil. He fought the pull of the one ring. Not many men could. I do believe....only Lord Faramir and King Elessar could really fight the urge. Even Lord Boromir fell to the ring's power." Beregond sighs and shakes his head. "Please do talk with him. He needs to do this. Gondor would not do well to lose their Steward so soon. Even with Lord Boromir coming back."

She sighs, looking down at Faramir and brushing the hair from his forehead. "I will talk to him, Beregond and should I need a little help, would you like to be there?" She looks up at him questioningly. She knew how close the two had gotten, Beregond was never far from Faramir now, he dotted on him like a son and the worry was clear in his face. She smiles softly at him. "He may listen to you this time."

Beregond thinks about it a moment, then nods. "Yes. I think I would very much like to be here when you talk with him. As would Gandalf. I heard him mumbling something about Faramir being a fool as he passed me on his way to his chambers." He looks down at Faramir again. "I should perhaps tell you something else. Perhaps you may speak to him about it as well. I have noticed he does not sleep. Well he does, but if he is in his study working on something the King gives him to do, such as the rebuilding of Osgiliath, he will forego sleep. I have found him many mornings when I report for duty, in his study, with many cups of tea or wine around him, and candles burned down to their holders. I worry for him. As does my wife." He smiles and shakes his head. "If not for the amount of food she packs for me, the Lord would not eat as well. I heard he did this also in Ithilien. It's a wonder he can live on so little. I wish to mention it to Lord Boromir. He would know more of Lord Faramir's strange behavior."

Faramir could hear them talking, but he heard it rather in a dream and it makes him frown as thoughts of his Rangers are brought back to him, in dreams, and eventually that fatal attempt at retaking Osgiliath. Why had he let his father's words drive him to do something so desperate. He was the lone survivor of that whole mess. And although he never let on it made him all the more guilty, which in turn fueled his nightmares of the event, causing images of the angry families of his Rangers, and the angry faces of his Rangers as well. He stiffens and whimpers in his sleep. He had not meant for them to die. He was just following his father's orders.

She frowns when he starts to moan, motioning to Beregond to help her lift him more. With his help she gets it so that Faramir is leaning up against her chest. She wraps her arms around his middle from behind and starts to rubs his chest and sides slowly, in a large circular motion, working to smaller circles. When he seems to be breathing better and lays her forehead on his shoulder. "I do not know why he pushes himself so." She looks up at Beregond. "But those habits have to stop. I will have to speed the wedding up or just come to Gondor when you return. Then I can keep an eye on him." She was determined he would work himself into an early grave over a dead father and leave a very alive wife behind. "I think he does so because he feels it is the only way to take him mind off the war and his last battle. And I think he does it because he feels an obligation to help the families of his Rangers who died." Beregond walks over and sits on the bed, looking at the man who was still the Captain of the Ithilien Rangers, as he refused to let Aragorn appoint someone else. "I believe he thinks he should have died with them. Or that he should have disobeyed his father and not tried to retake Osgiliath." He looks at Eowyn and speaks quietly. "When he sleeps and has his nightmares, I sometimes hear him speaking in his sleep. He always says he is sorry to someone. And when he awakes, he refuses to speak of his nightmares, or his Rangers. He changes the subject. And when King Elessar held a ceremony to remember his Rangers....well he refused to look at their families, he just apologized and kept his eyes to the ground." He sighs deeply. "For one so young he takes quite a lot of guilt unto himself. He was not meant to be born in our time I believe. Sadly however he was and he was bred to be one of the greatest soldiers Gondor had. A rival even to his own brother. So says many in Gondor." He shakes his head sadly. "Perhaps that is why the people love him so. If King Elessar had not returned and Denethor has still died, the people would have elected Faramir their King. They have great trust and love in him. And he loves them as well." He smiles and shakes his head. "Do you know what he and we the white guard does when he is given free time? He visits the children that were orphaned in the war. He and King Elessar have already completed construction of a home for anyone homeless." He shakes his head again. "A good man who wishes never to hurt others yet he constantly hurts himself. He will make you a good husband, Lady Eowyn. And I can see you are the perfect woman for him. He will need your strength." He reaches out and pats her hand. "May I ask you a question?" He waits for the nod. "Will you perhaps ask him to show you Ithilien sometime. It may help to ease the pain of his lost Rangers. Though not all are lost. Their ways are being passed on even as we speak. I myself am quite handy with a bow. Oh my apologies, M'Lady." He blushes and smiles sheepishly, noticing he had pretty much probably just bored her to tears with his words. "My wife continually tells me I must learn to speak less. For she says when I do, I speak for far too long."

She shakes her head, smiling at him. "You aren't speaking too much. You are not boring me either. So don't worry." Then she nods, kissing the top of Faramir's head before rubbing her cheek on it. "And we will both have to talk to him about this, I can see. But I can see now that I will have to go with him when he leaves. I can not trust him to not work himself to death, I can see from what you are saying that it is something that can't be avoided. I can't have him working himself into an early grave and it seems that he will listen to me, so maybe if I am there, he won't spend those nights burning the candle all the way to the hilt."

Beregond smiles at Eowyn, nodding. "If you do come back, I think he would work less. But he is quite busy during the day with the king." He stands up. "If you do not mind I wish to look around Edoras a little. I had promised to find something to bring my wife and son if I had the time. And you seem to have everything under control here, Lady Eowyn. So I will take my leave."

She shakes her head, smiling. "No, by all means, you go and have a look around. He has calmed down again and I think he will sleep now. Actually this is a lot more comfortable then it looks, so it isn't bothering me in the least." She rubs Faramir's chest, kissing the side of his head. "He isn't going to go anywhere, even if he woke he would be too weak as he hasn't rested long enough for the herbs to wear off."

Beregond smiles at her and nods. "Then I will take my leave then. Send for me if you need me, please." He nods to Eowyn and then leaves the room, closing the door again behind him.

Faramir was sleeping peacefully again, his head resting on Eowyn's shoulder with his face turned towards her neck. He can smell the soft perfume she uses and it makes him smile in his sleep, for he knew she was the one holding him and that meant he was safe.

She smiles when she feels him snuggle against her, reaching up to caress his cheek softly. Then she lays her cheek on top of his head and closes her eyes. Maybe she should sleep a little while.

He remains asleep, feeling very comfortable now.