Lothiriel had gotten ready for bed, but she hadn't gotten in bed. Instead she had sat by the window, a candle nearby, and read while she waited to see if Eomer would come by to tell her what the commotion was. So when there was a knock on her door she smiles and jumps up, running to the door and throwing it open. It dawns on her how it might look so she tries to look like she hadn't just run across the room. "Hello, Eomer. Come to tell me who has gotten into your stables?"
Eomer looks at her and smiles sadly, nodding. "Yes I did. It was my sister and your cousin. They want me to believe they were tending to their horses but I know better." He sighs deeply and shakes his head. Then he smiles again and looks at her. "Did I wake you? I apologize if I did."
She shakes her head, smiling and taking his hand and pulling him into the room. "No, you didn't. You look like you need to talk, come in and sit with me. And if you don't want to talk about it, then you don't have to." She shuts the door. "Like about what you think they were doing that has that frown across your brow."
He walks into the room, undoing his sword belt and dropping it by the door. He then takes a seat. "It is not what I know they were doing that bothers me. It is that I will have to marry them in the morning." He sighs deeply. "I do not mean I wish them not married. I know it would come eventually. But I will miss her none the less. And she is not even going to Gondor tomorrow. She is going to Lorien, to Lothlorien to meet with the elves. For Faramir."
She frowns as she watches him, locking the door behind him before she starts shaking her head as she walks over to stand in front of him. "Okay, Eomer, you have completely lost me. I do not understand what you are talking about." She sits in his lap, wanting to comfort him. So she wraps her arms around his neck and lays her forehead against his, speaking softly as she runs her fingers along the nape of his neck. "Start from the beginning, Darling. Like why they are not going to Gondor but are going elsewhere? That will mean that I must return to Gondor myself to get my brothers and father."
He sighs and nods, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Faramir has to go to Lothlorien because he is dying. Eowyn wants me to marry them tomorrow morning before they leave because she wants the 2 months it will take to get there as his wife." He leans his head back and looks at her. "And you do not need to return to Gondor yourself. We have messengers."
She nods, kisses the tip of his nose, taking it all in before she says anything. "Okay, we will send a messenger." She leans back in his arms, reaching between them to caress his cheek. "It sounds to me like you do not want to let her marry him. As if you want her not to go, because she is going for him." She could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she fights them, causing them to become very shiny from the effort. She had been hit between the eyes with the news her cousin was dying, but she didn't want to think about it at the moment, she just wanted to think about how to help Eomer and breaking down at his news would not help him any. She would allow herself to cry later, not now. "Otherwise, why would you be fighting this marriage? You knew they were to be married months from now, so this just means that it will be a little sooner then you had planned. She can't remain a child all her lift, Eomer. And if he is dying, then she has a right to be his wife for what might be the end of his life. Think of it this way. What if I were Eowyn and you Faramir. How would you feel then? How would you want my brother to act with the knowledge that the man I love is going to die and I may only have a little time with him?"
He snorts and shakes his head. "I am not Faramir and you are not Eowyn." But he sighs anyways. "Fine. I will not go against what they want. But he better let her come visit me or I will kill him myself. And he better not make her cry anymore. And he..." He is quieted by her hand on his mouth, when she pulls it away he speaks. "You must understand. I do not wish to make them unhappy, but she is all the family I have left. I suppose it will not be so bad. I have you now." He smiles at her look. "I do not mean that the way it sounded."
She looks at him skeptically, one brow shooting up. "You do not mean it that way, yet you say it that way." She takes his chin in her hands and lifts his face to look at her. "Eomer, soon she will not be the only family you have left. Soon you will have me, though you know you have me now, you will have me completely. What will happen when you have children? Will they not be enough to fill the void she is creating? I know that I can not fill it, you have made that perfectly clear. Maybe if you ask her too, she will move here half the time and live there half the time. Then you will not always be without her."
He shakes his head. "No. You do not understand. Why do you think I would much rather send a messenger to your family, rather than have you leave? Because I could not bare it if you left now. Yes I will be hurt and upset when my sister leaves. But that is because she is my sister. She has always been around. If you were to leave..I do not know what I would do. Probably become old and bitter and never father an heir. Eowyn is leaving, yes. And it hurts. But I believe with you here, I will get past it. I am sorry if my words hurt you. I did not mean them." He looked frustrated, he was trying to explain himself and it didn't seem to be coming out right.
She takes his head in her hands and silences him with a kiss, a long, softly, loving kiss. Then she lightly kisses the furrow between his brows before pulling back and lightly rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip. "I am sorry, Eomer. I jumped to the wrong conclusion. Forgive me. I thought that you had meant something different, that ..." she frowns, feeling stupid. "I doubted your love and that was wrong of me. Please forgive me." She hugs him around his neck tight, rubbing his back with one hand. "I am not leaving you, I promise you that," she whispers in his ear.
He smiles and holds her tight, sighing softly. "I know. I just thought I would have more time with my sister. We used to do everything together when we were young, then when we came here we did everything together with Theodred. Now...well I guess that is part of growing up." He pulls back and smiles at her. "I hope our children are as close as we are with our siblings."
She smiles at him when he pulls back, brushing the hair from his forehead before leaning in to kiss his brow again. "Darling, you need to talk to her, not yell, not argue, but talk. Let her know why you are feeling the way you are and what is going on with you. Then between you two you will be able to work something out. Time that just the two of you can spend together. Time when you are not a King and she is not a married woman. Soon you both will be parents and the time you have together will be even less. But it doesn't have to be that way. You can stay close."
He shakes his head. "No. She knows how I feel. I have told her. I can not keep her here, Lothiriel. As you said, we will have time together. When she returns. And soon we will both be parents. I just hope someday she will return to Rohan with her family for good." He looks at Lothiriel and smiles, rubbing his hands against her back. "They wish me to marry them tomorrow. And I shall. Because it is what she wants and because even though I may not act like I think it, Faramir is a good man and he will take care of her."
She smiles tenderly at him, a shiver going through her at the touch of his hands on her. "Did not Faramir mention moving here? Instead of living in Gondor? Or was that only Boromir?
"Only Boromir." He sighs and then smiles at her. "I think I will just have to realize my sister is grown up and does not need my protection anymore." He leans back, looking tired. "And I will have to come to terms with the fact that I will more than likely be a father soon myself." He gives her a playful pout. "That will just make it all the more harder for me to go patrolling with my men."
She shakes her head. "You know, you do not HAVE to be a father, neither soon nor any time if you do not wish to be one. Do not do things because you feel that others want or expect them. I am not asking you to be a father. You need to have more fun, I can see that now. You haven't had any in a long time." She kisses him softly. "Darling, you may be the King, but that does not mean that you do not deserve to have a little fun." She caresses his cheek tenderly. "What about you and I plan something for after your sister's departure?"
He smiles at her. "It is not that I do not wish to be a father. I do, I just do not wish to be stuck inside at all times as well." He gives her a strange look when she suggests they do something after Eowyn leaves. "Like what?"
Before she answers his question, she poses one of her own. "Why do you think having children means you are stuck inside all the time?"
He looks at her. "I will not abandon our children to be brought up by servants and nannies. I suppose once they are old enough to walk I can teach them how to ride horses." He slowly starts to smile. "Yes. And I can take them outside and teach them to swim in the river, and we will take them to play and learn sword fighting in the meadows."
She raises a brow at him, tilting her head to the side, not sure what he is speaking about. "Eomer, what do you mean that you won't abandon our children? I never asked you to do that. Did you think when I said that they didn't have to be trapped in the house. or that we didn't have to have them now meant that I would have a child and then leave them for a nanny to raise. I only meant that a child doesn't have to be inside all the time. They are not glass, they do not break as easily as that and we will not have a problem playing with them, no matter if they are inside or out. That is when we have them." She kisses him softly. "Yes, you can help me by taking them outside and playing with them... WHEN I have them. Later. Till then, why do you not take me? That could be something that you and I could do."
He looks at her, then smiles slightly. "Would you like to go riding tomorrow? Or would you like me to teach you to use a sword? Or did you have another suggestion?" He rubs his hands against her back, smiling at her. She was making him feel so much better, like he knew she would be able to. That was why he had come to her.
She thinks about it a moment. Well riding was fun, but she wanted him to feel special, needed and no longer alone. So riding wasn't the one and right now she couldn't think, so she picks the one she knew would make him feel better. "I think that you should teach me how to use the sword. You keep telling me about the women around here and how it is important to know how to fight. I think that you should teach me sword fighting today, don't you?" She pushes the hair from his forehead behind his ear, smiling into his eyes.
He grins and nods. "Indeed. Our women believe it is important that they know how to use swords. As my sister will tell you, women in Rohan learned long ago, those who do not know how to use swords can still die upon them." He smiles and leans in to kiss her. "We will have to find you a proper sword. One that is well balanced for you. We will see the smithy. Then we will pack a lunch and go beyond the gates. But in sight of the guards." He rolls his eyes. "Always in sight of the guards."
She places her fingers between his brows and rubs. "Stop that frowning right this second, Darling." She giggles when he gives her an exasperated look. "I mean it, are you going to stop? I am not going to stop rubbing until you stop frowning." She giggles again as she waits for him to agree, then she finally stops, leaning forward to kiss between his brow where it was slightly red now. "You do know that I do not mind if we stay behind the gates for years to come, right? Darling, you have a lot you have to do right now. This day is to give you and me free time. Time that we ca do just things for us."
"Stop that!" He tries to pull his head away but she doesn't let him. Plus there wasn't much room between them anyways. When she says she does not mind being behind the gates he sighs. "I know. It's just now I have to go everywhere with a guard. Well outside the gates that is. Sauron may be gone but there are still Orcs and other evil creatures running around."
She once more takes his head in her hands, cupping both cheeks with her palms and searching his eyes. "Eomer, think about it, please. Even with a guard Theodred died. The times make it such. You have no choice. Would you not wish me to take a guard? It is sad we must use them, but think of those that can not and must chance each day. Yes, it is terrible that we must do this, but if you wish to leave an heir, you must do this and even that is not a guarantee. Maybe some day we will not have to worry. But for now we have to worry." She lets go of his face by bringing her hands back away from his face, pushing his hair back across his temples and then down and around the back of his head. She lets her hands keep moving down his neck and down his back, her arms then loosely crossing around the middle of his back. She scratches his back slightly, shivering again as she feels his hand rub her belly, having trapped it between them with that move. "Eomer, there is so many things that the race of man must now overcome. We have once more joined together and under King Elessar and under King Eomer's," her eyes twinkle even more at those words, but she keeps going, "ruling we will once more be strong. You have a lot on your shoulders, not nearly as much as Aragorn, yet as much in the same breath. I want you to take the precious moments that you can of freedom with me because as you know, they are becoming more rarer. And if what makes you restful is not me, then that is what I wish for you to do. In the morning you will wed your sister to my cousin and make two people very very happy. Then when my brothers come here and my father they will meet you, fall in love with you and I will get to marry you. Then I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you are not so burdened as you have been.
He smiles at her, rubbing his hand against her stomach. "You could do that now by helping me with boring and pointless, well pointless in my eyes, paperwork. Or you could stand in for me at meetings. Or you could remind me when I am to eat and so on." He smiles and returns the kiss she gives him. "And we will not have to worry about never having children. I intend not to die anytime soon. Or in the future."
She nods, smiling tenderly at him. "These things are the things that Eowyn normally does, are they not?" At his affirmative answer, her smiles lovingly at him. "Then I will help you with these things, Eomer. Starting with the paperwork. You made a face when you mentioned that one. So I am sure that that is the thing that you hate the most. I will need to learn how to do these things, for when we are married." She blushes at her words, the thought of how she is going to marry him going through her mind. "Married," she sighs, smiling.
He smiles and nods, holding her. "Yes. Married. I will be married. I can tell you, many people did not think I ever would. But I suppose I am like my grandfather in a way. He could not find a woman to marry in Rohan. So he found one in Gondor." He chuckles and shakes his head, then he kisses her softly. "I mean no offence to Rohirrim women. I just see what he meant when he told my mother that one does not choose who they fall in love with. It just happens."
"Eomer, I must agree with you there, you do not choose whom you fall in love with. I never would have dreamed that I would have fallen in love with a King. The thing is, I do not see you as a King. I see you as Eowyn's big brother and Faramir and Boromir's friend." She grins and shakes her head. "Do not even pretend they are not because I have seen you with them. You may not have become friends with them if Eowyn had not have fallen in love with Faramir, but you did. Because of Eowyn. She is a very lucky woman to have you as a big brother." She kisses him tenderly, sighing. "And I am a very luck woman. Not because I am marrying a King, but because I am marrying a man who values friendship." She kisses him one last time before pulling away sadly. "I could sit here all night on your lap, but you need your sleep as do I. We have a busy day in the morning. However, I will not send you to bed until you answer me this one thing, and you must answer honestly." She waits for him to nod then she brings her hands forward from his back to move between them and clasp his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it as she takes it off her belly. "Do you feel better now? Because you can not go to bed until you feel better then when you came here all upset."
He smiles at her, letting her hold his hands. He nods, the truth of his next words shining in his eyes. "Yes. I feel very much better now than I did when I came to you. I thank you for that, Lothiriel. And I love you so much more. I know now that I may come to you with anything that troubles me. For you know just what to say to make me think and feel better." He leans in and kisses her. "I love you, Dear."
She feels so warm and so loved when he kisses her just then and she is close to tears because of the feelings. She was so happy and she just couldn't believe how he was making her feel at that moment. Returning each kiss and squeezing his hands. "I love you too, Eomer. I am just glad that I could help you when you needed it the most. " She kisses him again. "Okay, Honey, now you get to bed. We both have a big day." She wraps her arms around him tight. "Unless there is something else.....?"
Boromir smirks and shakes his head as he leaves Eowyn's room. He had not done anything really, except made the bed and her dresser look like it had been tampered with. That was his whole point. To make her paranoid. That would annoy her he was sure. He limps down the hall and back to his room, then climbs back onto his bed and waits in the darkness for her to return, smirking.
She speaks from the darkness of the night that enveloped the bedroom. "Where have you been? I have been waiting awhile for you, Boromir." And she was beginning to think he wasn't coming back, though she had no idea where he had been either. She gets up and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and smiling at him. "How are you doing? I just stopped by to say goodnight and let you know that I was all packed. "
He jumps, having not thought she would be there. He sits up and smiles at her, breathing heavily. "I can see you will give me a heart attack before my time comes." He laughs and watches when she comes to sit on the bed beside him. "If you must know I was in Eowyn's room. No no. I was....getting my revenge. I will have a black eye now when we get married. Why did you not tell me I should not call her weak? She had quite a punch." He rubs his eye and then frowns. "Monica....we will not be going to Gondor tomorrow, like planned." He sees her look and reaches out to lightly caress her cheek. "I do not mean that I am leaving you. No. We will be instead taking a trip to Lothlorien." He shivers and frowns more at that thought. "I do not want to go there, but Faramir says I must because they can help with my arm. But I do not wish to see her again. She will just find weakness in me again. Like she did before." He snorts and shakes his head.
She frowns, wrapping her arms tighter around him and kissing the top of his head. "No, Boromir, you are wrong there." She didn't know what he was talking about, but she knew what it was that he was speaking of, the feelings that is. "I don't know who found you lacking, or weak, but you said it yourself, 'before'. So much about you was 'before'. You are not as you were before, you are different now, Boromir. You have grown in new ways, new interesting ways. You are stronger for one, and I mean mentally." She then pauses, frowning deeper. "But I do need to know something more..... Please," she reaches up and captures the hand that was lightly caressing her cheek, taking it from her cheek to kiss his palm before clasping it in her lap. "Tell me from the beginning. Why are we going to Lothlorien and what of our wedding plans?" She was suddenly scarred that he had changed his mind and she was about ready to be left without a husband.
He smiles at her and nods, then proceeds to tell her everything, though he does have to start from when he first arrived in Lothlorien so that she may understand why he wished not to go back there. He explains how he fell to the power of the ring, how it called to him and how the Lady Galadriel had known and had foreseen he would bring great danger to the fellowship. After that he had been plagued with doubt and worry until finally, he had attacked Frodo on the hillside and tried to take the ring from him. After that it was a haze of memories. He had felt great pain when Frodo had disappeared and left him. Pain and guilt and sadness. Then he had over come that when he saw the Orcs and had run to save Merry and Pippin. It was the least he could do. But he had failed then, having been shot with three black arrows. He had instantly felt cold pain run through him then, and even when Aragorn was leaning over him and he was giving his oath to his future king, even then he felt the guilt. He had then succumbed to the poison and lost consciousness. "And then I awoke in the prison. Ah but you know what happened after that. Now, on to this new bit of information." He gives her an apologetic smile. "I am sorry if this is boring you." He then continues on to tell her of Faramir's dying and this one last thing that would save him. And how Faramir and Gandalf thought that maybe the elves, since they were far more skilled with healing, could help him with his arm. "Perhaps even my knees and eye as well. But as for our wedding, well I was thinking about that. What if we waited until we found the right place for it? I mean on our two month journey? Or if you would like we could marry before we left Edoras. I believe Faramir and Eowyn are planning to do just that." He chuckles, shaking his head. "If they do not kill each other before then that is."
"You are NOT boring me, Boromir!" is the only thing she says through out the whole thing and that is in response to his saying she is. When he is finally done, she is silent for a little while, thinking it all over. She finally lays her head on his left shoulder, one arm going around his chest while with the other she picks up his right arm and lays it in her lap. She was still thinking, not saying anything, as she pulls her arm back from around his middle and shifting herself a little so that she was facing out more with her back against his chest. She then was able to hold his hand with both of hers. She lays one hand under his and one on top. She can't help but smile at the sight. "You have big strong hands, Boromir." Her eyes twinkle when she looks up into his eyes, her face a breath from his when she turns her head so she takes the next natural step and kisses him tenderly. Then she looks back at his hand. "I am not ignoring your questions, Honey." She plays with his hand, rubbing her thumb across the back of it. "But I do need to tell you a few things before I answer them. Like did you know that every now and then your right hand twitches? It is mostly your ring finger, but I have felt it when massaging some of the pressure points. Watch." She takes his hand with both of hers, pressing her thumbs into his palm and pressing up and outwardly moving her thumbs in a circular motion before coming back around to the middle of his palm again. She then rests his hand back in her lap as she turns her head to look into his eyes. "Honey, what do you want to do? Do you want to wait? Do you want to be married right now, in the middle of the night with only you and me and the stars?" She once more closes the breath between them and kisses him softly before pulling back and waiting for his answer, her eyes searching his. She wanted nothing more then to make him happy, and that was clearly visible in her eyes. If he wanted to marry her right then and there she would run for Eomer. She knew that this upcoming meeting would be hard on him, and over the next two months she planned on making sure that he knew she would be there for him, that she knew he was strong enough to make it through this.
She keeps massaging his palm, massaging it slowly, her mind not on that but on the choices he needed to make now. Choices she was letting him make, not demanding of him. If he asked her again what she wanted, she would tell him. But first she wanted him to know that for her, right now, it was what he wanted that was the important thing, not what she wanted. Because all she wanted was for him to be happy, and she would do whatever she could to accomplish that.
He does notice it when his finger twitches and he smiles. "I wonder why it does that? Perhaps because you are pressing on a tendon?" He listens to her, looking at her face and smiling when ever she kissed him. The way she was sitting he was able to have both arms around her, though she had to pull his right arm around her. His left hand rests lightly on her stomach, his thumb gently rubbing against her stomach through her night gown. "Well.....did you wish to marry me right now? Because if you do, I will not object. And that means you will have to sleep in here with me." He grins slightly, liking that idea.
She doesn't think it is because she is pressing, she believes she is pressing on areas that relieve the tension, thus letting it react normally. But she does not go into this, instead she remains silent and listens to him, waiting for an answer.
When he is done speaking, she is still silent. If she was reading him right, and she hoped she was because she wanted to know that she could read her husband somewhat so that later she would be able to please him without having to have it explained in detail, and that goes not only for their bedroom, but their life in general. She wanted to know if something she did for him made him happy. She loved him, she had fallen in love with him almost the instant he got here. But she knew that he did not love her the same. Oh she was sure that he loved her, but he didn't look at her like Faramir looked at Eowyn. At least he didn't look at Eowyn with more love for her then when he looked at her. That would hurt her far more then any words he might say to her.
She looks into his eyes, searching them, finally nodding. She hoped that she was right, that he did want to marry her tonight, not just because of the grin and talk of sleeping in the same bed, but because he wished it. "Then let us go wake Eomer King and Theresa. If we did this without her there, she would have my hide, Honey." She kisses him tenderly before going to get up.
He returns her kiss and then gets up after she does. "Are we to be married like this?" He gestures to his clothes, then hers, though her gown was quite nice. Oh if only his father could see him. He would be in so much trouble. As Denethor always liked ceremony and such. He would never have dreamed his son would marry a handmaiden, and so quickly, and in a ceremony that had no glitz or glamour. He smirks a little. It would be perfect.
She blushes as she looks at her state of undress then back at him. "No, I have a nice dress that I can wear. But we do not have to get dressed up since it will be a quiet one with only us and Eomer and Theresa. Unless you wished to get your brother." She shakes her head, looking at the ground. "I do not have any family other then Theresa." She then looks up at him almost shyly. "And soon you and Faramir."
He smiles at that thought. "Ah yes. Faramir will love to have a little sister. He always did well with females." He chuckles at her look. "Now now. Remember, you will also have Eowyn as your sister as well. Will that not be the talk of the town. To go from the Lady's handmaiden to her sister-in-law?" He grins at her. "I say it will not matter what we dress in. It will be quick and then everyone will have to go to bed afterwards. Including us."
She blushes, looking away quickly. Yes, in bed afterwards, including them. That was easy for him to say, he had been with women. She had never been with a man. She silently clears her throat before looking at him again. "Then if you don't mind this nightgown, I will just go get Theresa and you can get the King." She pauses by the door of his room. Indeed the nightgown she wore was nice, though she hadn't meant for it to be what she was wed in, she had meant for it to be modest enough to visit him late at night.
He shakes his head, smiling. "I do not mind it. If you do not mind my simple pants and shirt." He leans close to her and kisses her gently. "I will go find the king and you find Theresa and meet us back here."
Eowyn tightens her grip on Faramir's hand when they start to walk but he mentions going to her room. Oh no he doesn't, she thinks as she tightens her grip on his hand. No, they would sleep together. "I will sleep in your room, Faramir. I am not going to sleep alone tonight. What is left of the night. I see nothing wrong, I will remain clothed as will you, like we have done before."
Faramir nods. "Alright. We will do that." He leads her into the great hall and towards his room. Once there he lets go of her hand and walks over to the water basin in his room. He pours some water from the pitcher into it then splashes water over his face and head and neck. He glances at her as she walks by him and sits on the bed. "You realize that when we wake up, we shall be married?" He can't keep the happy smile off his face, though he does shiver as he turns back to the basin and washes his face and hands. The water was freezing but refreshing all the same.
She sees the shiver and gets up and walks over to him. Standing behind him she very carefully lifts her skirt to just above her knees, upset that he would find something wrong with marrying her. He said to kick his ass, so she was going to do just that.
She gives him a good, swift kick in the ass before turning and storming back to the bed, sitting down on it with another huff, her arms going over her chest, mumbling, "There is no need to find the thought of marrying me repulsive. Or whatever that shiver was about. Now I know you said that you would have your doubts, but that was just NOT called for." She huffs again, staring at him. "It isn't so bad, marriage, and you are marrying ME after all. Not just anyone. So tell me, why did you just shiver at the thought of being married to me?"
"OW!" He rubs his butt where she had kicked him and gives her a shocked look. When he hears her words he can not help but laugh. She had misunderstood. But at least she had done what he asked her to. He dips his hands into the water and then walks towards her. "Darling, there is nothing about you I find repulsive. And to marry you would never be considered repulsive. No. You misunderstood, Eowyn. THIS was why I shivered." And with that said he shoves his ice cold hands under her skirt and onto her bare thighs, letting her feel just how cold the water in the pitcher, which he poured into the stone basin, was. "The water is ice cold and it ran down my spine. I could do nothing else but shiver."
She frowns when he laughs at her, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. It isn't until he puts his hands on her thighs that she says anything. And that was a scream that was ripped from her lips at his cold hands touching her flesh. She smacks at his hands, shivering herself. "That wasn't nice, Faramir!" But then she starts to laugh, easily seeing the humor in the situation. "You TOLD me to kick your butt so I did. So THERE!" She shakes her head, grabbing his blanket and wiping at her cold, bare thighs with it, mumbling about how he was going to have to get her warm now.
When they had come back to the room she had deposited the bundle of blankets and clothes by the door and now she gets up and goes through the items. Hanging up several of the items to dry she gets her dress and things together and turns to him. "I will be right back, Faramir. I need something to wear. I would like to have on something more comfortable to wear in bed." She pauses long enough to kiss him. "I won't be long, I promise." She then kisses him once more before leaving the room and heading to her own room to get something else on.
He smiles at her. "Well now you see why I shivered. And you will have to warm me as well." He pulls his shirt off, then drops his pants and kicks off his boots before stepping out of his pants. He grabs a cloth and using the cold water, he cleans himself quickly, feeling cold but more clean. All this he does after she leaves to get changed, so that when she walks into the room again he is already in bed, wearing no shirt and only a pair of leggings that he wore to sleep. He looks over at her and smiles. "You look lovely, Eowyn. I know I will never bore of looking at you."
Boromir kisses her once again, then leaves the room, walking down the hall and bumping into Eowyn leaving her room. "Hello Eowyn. Still awake? Perhaps you can tell me where your brother might be?" When she says she does not know and asks why he smiles. "I am marrying Monica now and I need him to perform the ceremony. Excuse me. I must hurry." He limps off towards Eomer's room and when he doesn't find him there, he checks Lothiriel's room, knocking on the door and waiting.
Once Eowyn gets back to her room she does quick work of cleaning up and changing. She changes into a nice, loose tan nightgown that she saved mostly for the summer since it was a little shorter then normal, reaching her knees, and it is cut slightly lower then normal in front, held together by some ribbon ties. She loved the ties because if she had them tied completely it reached up her neck, but if she loosened them or undid them it would open almost to past her breasts. That was why she had picked it out for Faramir.
Bumping into Boromir, she shakes her head when he asks about her brother. "Why do you need him this late?" She asks, feeling a little uncomfortable but glad that she had her robe on and everything is well hidden. At his answer she looks at him in shock. "Married?" She grins then, shaking her head in shock. "Your brother was right, you can't wait for things you want. Congratulations," she calls after him as he disappears around the corner. She is soon back in Faramir's room.
"Thank you, Faramir," she says, blushing, as she comes into the room. Then walking over to the bed she pauses, the only light the light from a candle by his side of the bed. "I do not know why I am nervous, but I am," she says softly. "It isn't like we are married or we haven't seen each other." She takes the robe off, putting it over the back of the chair. Then she slips between the sheets and curls up against his side. She had the ribbons only half way undone, so she wasn't too exposed, but should her brother come in and catch them she would have to hurry and tie them. "Faramir, before you go to bed, there is something I should tell you." She then tells him about her bump in with Boromir. "I didn't say anything before, I guess because I am just nervous, like I said. But I also don't think it is anything to worry about." She then suddenly sits up and looks down at him. "I didn't even think that maybe you would want to go watch. Do you?"
Lothiriel hears the knock on the door and raises a brow at him. "I don't know who would be looking for me...." She moves out of his arms and over to the door, opening it and once more finding another shock tonight. "Boromir? Are you okay?"
Monica shakes her head at his simple pants and shirt, thinking that they were just fine to her. "Okay, Honey, I will meet you guys back here." She returns each of his kisses before leaving the room and heading down the hall to the servants quarters. It isn't long before she is in Theresa's room, sitting on her bed and talking quietly to her about coming to the short ceremony.
Theresa was still half asleep when Monica tries to explain it again but then Theresa holds her hand up and waves it at her. "Never mind, Dear. I will trust you know what you are doing." She yawns and gets up, scratching her side before putting on her robe. "Just lead the way, Deary." She yawns again, blinking.
Monica instantly hugs her tight, almost crying again, but holding the tears back. "Come on, Ma. We want to hurry this up so that everyone can get back to sleep. We have everything we need." She takes the old lady's hand and leads her from the room, heading back towards Boromir's room.
Eomer looks at her and smiles sadly, nodding. "Yes I did. It was my sister and your cousin. They want me to believe they were tending to their horses but I know better." He sighs deeply and shakes his head. Then he smiles again and looks at her. "Did I wake you? I apologize if I did."
She shakes her head, smiling and taking his hand and pulling him into the room. "No, you didn't. You look like you need to talk, come in and sit with me. And if you don't want to talk about it, then you don't have to." She shuts the door. "Like about what you think they were doing that has that frown across your brow."
He walks into the room, undoing his sword belt and dropping it by the door. He then takes a seat. "It is not what I know they were doing that bothers me. It is that I will have to marry them in the morning." He sighs deeply. "I do not mean I wish them not married. I know it would come eventually. But I will miss her none the less. And she is not even going to Gondor tomorrow. She is going to Lorien, to Lothlorien to meet with the elves. For Faramir."
She frowns as she watches him, locking the door behind him before she starts shaking her head as she walks over to stand in front of him. "Okay, Eomer, you have completely lost me. I do not understand what you are talking about." She sits in his lap, wanting to comfort him. So she wraps her arms around his neck and lays her forehead against his, speaking softly as she runs her fingers along the nape of his neck. "Start from the beginning, Darling. Like why they are not going to Gondor but are going elsewhere? That will mean that I must return to Gondor myself to get my brothers and father."
He sighs and nods, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Faramir has to go to Lothlorien because he is dying. Eowyn wants me to marry them tomorrow morning before they leave because she wants the 2 months it will take to get there as his wife." He leans his head back and looks at her. "And you do not need to return to Gondor yourself. We have messengers."
She nods, kisses the tip of his nose, taking it all in before she says anything. "Okay, we will send a messenger." She leans back in his arms, reaching between them to caress his cheek. "It sounds to me like you do not want to let her marry him. As if you want her not to go, because she is going for him." She could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but she fights them, causing them to become very shiny from the effort. She had been hit between the eyes with the news her cousin was dying, but she didn't want to think about it at the moment, she just wanted to think about how to help Eomer and breaking down at his news would not help him any. She would allow herself to cry later, not now. "Otherwise, why would you be fighting this marriage? You knew they were to be married months from now, so this just means that it will be a little sooner then you had planned. She can't remain a child all her lift, Eomer. And if he is dying, then she has a right to be his wife for what might be the end of his life. Think of it this way. What if I were Eowyn and you Faramir. How would you feel then? How would you want my brother to act with the knowledge that the man I love is going to die and I may only have a little time with him?"
He snorts and shakes his head. "I am not Faramir and you are not Eowyn." But he sighs anyways. "Fine. I will not go against what they want. But he better let her come visit me or I will kill him myself. And he better not make her cry anymore. And he..." He is quieted by her hand on his mouth, when she pulls it away he speaks. "You must understand. I do not wish to make them unhappy, but she is all the family I have left. I suppose it will not be so bad. I have you now." He smiles at her look. "I do not mean that the way it sounded."
She looks at him skeptically, one brow shooting up. "You do not mean it that way, yet you say it that way." She takes his chin in her hands and lifts his face to look at her. "Eomer, soon she will not be the only family you have left. Soon you will have me, though you know you have me now, you will have me completely. What will happen when you have children? Will they not be enough to fill the void she is creating? I know that I can not fill it, you have made that perfectly clear. Maybe if you ask her too, she will move here half the time and live there half the time. Then you will not always be without her."
He shakes his head. "No. You do not understand. Why do you think I would much rather send a messenger to your family, rather than have you leave? Because I could not bare it if you left now. Yes I will be hurt and upset when my sister leaves. But that is because she is my sister. She has always been around. If you were to leave..I do not know what I would do. Probably become old and bitter and never father an heir. Eowyn is leaving, yes. And it hurts. But I believe with you here, I will get past it. I am sorry if my words hurt you. I did not mean them." He looked frustrated, he was trying to explain himself and it didn't seem to be coming out right.
She takes his head in her hands and silences him with a kiss, a long, softly, loving kiss. Then she lightly kisses the furrow between his brows before pulling back and lightly rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip. "I am sorry, Eomer. I jumped to the wrong conclusion. Forgive me. I thought that you had meant something different, that ..." she frowns, feeling stupid. "I doubted your love and that was wrong of me. Please forgive me." She hugs him around his neck tight, rubbing his back with one hand. "I am not leaving you, I promise you that," she whispers in his ear.
He smiles and holds her tight, sighing softly. "I know. I just thought I would have more time with my sister. We used to do everything together when we were young, then when we came here we did everything together with Theodred. Now...well I guess that is part of growing up." He pulls back and smiles at her. "I hope our children are as close as we are with our siblings."
She smiles at him when he pulls back, brushing the hair from his forehead before leaning in to kiss his brow again. "Darling, you need to talk to her, not yell, not argue, but talk. Let her know why you are feeling the way you are and what is going on with you. Then between you two you will be able to work something out. Time that just the two of you can spend together. Time when you are not a King and she is not a married woman. Soon you both will be parents and the time you have together will be even less. But it doesn't have to be that way. You can stay close."
He shakes his head. "No. She knows how I feel. I have told her. I can not keep her here, Lothiriel. As you said, we will have time together. When she returns. And soon we will both be parents. I just hope someday she will return to Rohan with her family for good." He looks at Lothiriel and smiles, rubbing his hands against her back. "They wish me to marry them tomorrow. And I shall. Because it is what she wants and because even though I may not act like I think it, Faramir is a good man and he will take care of her."
She smiles tenderly at him, a shiver going through her at the touch of his hands on her. "Did not Faramir mention moving here? Instead of living in Gondor? Or was that only Boromir?
"Only Boromir." He sighs and then smiles at her. "I think I will just have to realize my sister is grown up and does not need my protection anymore." He leans back, looking tired. "And I will have to come to terms with the fact that I will more than likely be a father soon myself." He gives her a playful pout. "That will just make it all the more harder for me to go patrolling with my men."
She shakes her head. "You know, you do not HAVE to be a father, neither soon nor any time if you do not wish to be one. Do not do things because you feel that others want or expect them. I am not asking you to be a father. You need to have more fun, I can see that now. You haven't had any in a long time." She kisses him softly. "Darling, you may be the King, but that does not mean that you do not deserve to have a little fun." She caresses his cheek tenderly. "What about you and I plan something for after your sister's departure?"
He smiles at her. "It is not that I do not wish to be a father. I do, I just do not wish to be stuck inside at all times as well." He gives her a strange look when she suggests they do something after Eowyn leaves. "Like what?"
Before she answers his question, she poses one of her own. "Why do you think having children means you are stuck inside all the time?"
He looks at her. "I will not abandon our children to be brought up by servants and nannies. I suppose once they are old enough to walk I can teach them how to ride horses." He slowly starts to smile. "Yes. And I can take them outside and teach them to swim in the river, and we will take them to play and learn sword fighting in the meadows."
She raises a brow at him, tilting her head to the side, not sure what he is speaking about. "Eomer, what do you mean that you won't abandon our children? I never asked you to do that. Did you think when I said that they didn't have to be trapped in the house. or that we didn't have to have them now meant that I would have a child and then leave them for a nanny to raise. I only meant that a child doesn't have to be inside all the time. They are not glass, they do not break as easily as that and we will not have a problem playing with them, no matter if they are inside or out. That is when we have them." She kisses him softly. "Yes, you can help me by taking them outside and playing with them... WHEN I have them. Later. Till then, why do you not take me? That could be something that you and I could do."
He looks at her, then smiles slightly. "Would you like to go riding tomorrow? Or would you like me to teach you to use a sword? Or did you have another suggestion?" He rubs his hands against her back, smiling at her. She was making him feel so much better, like he knew she would be able to. That was why he had come to her.
She thinks about it a moment. Well riding was fun, but she wanted him to feel special, needed and no longer alone. So riding wasn't the one and right now she couldn't think, so she picks the one she knew would make him feel better. "I think that you should teach me how to use the sword. You keep telling me about the women around here and how it is important to know how to fight. I think that you should teach me sword fighting today, don't you?" She pushes the hair from his forehead behind his ear, smiling into his eyes.
He grins and nods. "Indeed. Our women believe it is important that they know how to use swords. As my sister will tell you, women in Rohan learned long ago, those who do not know how to use swords can still die upon them." He smiles and leans in to kiss her. "We will have to find you a proper sword. One that is well balanced for you. We will see the smithy. Then we will pack a lunch and go beyond the gates. But in sight of the guards." He rolls his eyes. "Always in sight of the guards."
She places her fingers between his brows and rubs. "Stop that frowning right this second, Darling." She giggles when he gives her an exasperated look. "I mean it, are you going to stop? I am not going to stop rubbing until you stop frowning." She giggles again as she waits for him to agree, then she finally stops, leaning forward to kiss between his brow where it was slightly red now. "You do know that I do not mind if we stay behind the gates for years to come, right? Darling, you have a lot you have to do right now. This day is to give you and me free time. Time that we ca do just things for us."
"Stop that!" He tries to pull his head away but she doesn't let him. Plus there wasn't much room between them anyways. When she says she does not mind being behind the gates he sighs. "I know. It's just now I have to go everywhere with a guard. Well outside the gates that is. Sauron may be gone but there are still Orcs and other evil creatures running around."
She once more takes his head in her hands, cupping both cheeks with her palms and searching his eyes. "Eomer, think about it, please. Even with a guard Theodred died. The times make it such. You have no choice. Would you not wish me to take a guard? It is sad we must use them, but think of those that can not and must chance each day. Yes, it is terrible that we must do this, but if you wish to leave an heir, you must do this and even that is not a guarantee. Maybe some day we will not have to worry. But for now we have to worry." She lets go of his face by bringing her hands back away from his face, pushing his hair back across his temples and then down and around the back of his head. She lets her hands keep moving down his neck and down his back, her arms then loosely crossing around the middle of his back. She scratches his back slightly, shivering again as she feels his hand rub her belly, having trapped it between them with that move. "Eomer, there is so many things that the race of man must now overcome. We have once more joined together and under King Elessar and under King Eomer's," her eyes twinkle even more at those words, but she keeps going, "ruling we will once more be strong. You have a lot on your shoulders, not nearly as much as Aragorn, yet as much in the same breath. I want you to take the precious moments that you can of freedom with me because as you know, they are becoming more rarer. And if what makes you restful is not me, then that is what I wish for you to do. In the morning you will wed your sister to my cousin and make two people very very happy. Then when my brothers come here and my father they will meet you, fall in love with you and I will get to marry you. Then I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you are not so burdened as you have been.
He smiles at her, rubbing his hand against her stomach. "You could do that now by helping me with boring and pointless, well pointless in my eyes, paperwork. Or you could stand in for me at meetings. Or you could remind me when I am to eat and so on." He smiles and returns the kiss she gives him. "And we will not have to worry about never having children. I intend not to die anytime soon. Or in the future."
She nods, smiling tenderly at him. "These things are the things that Eowyn normally does, are they not?" At his affirmative answer, her smiles lovingly at him. "Then I will help you with these things, Eomer. Starting with the paperwork. You made a face when you mentioned that one. So I am sure that that is the thing that you hate the most. I will need to learn how to do these things, for when we are married." She blushes at her words, the thought of how she is going to marry him going through her mind. "Married," she sighs, smiling.
He smiles and nods, holding her. "Yes. Married. I will be married. I can tell you, many people did not think I ever would. But I suppose I am like my grandfather in a way. He could not find a woman to marry in Rohan. So he found one in Gondor." He chuckles and shakes his head, then he kisses her softly. "I mean no offence to Rohirrim women. I just see what he meant when he told my mother that one does not choose who they fall in love with. It just happens."
"Eomer, I must agree with you there, you do not choose whom you fall in love with. I never would have dreamed that I would have fallen in love with a King. The thing is, I do not see you as a King. I see you as Eowyn's big brother and Faramir and Boromir's friend." She grins and shakes her head. "Do not even pretend they are not because I have seen you with them. You may not have become friends with them if Eowyn had not have fallen in love with Faramir, but you did. Because of Eowyn. She is a very lucky woman to have you as a big brother." She kisses him tenderly, sighing. "And I am a very luck woman. Not because I am marrying a King, but because I am marrying a man who values friendship." She kisses him one last time before pulling away sadly. "I could sit here all night on your lap, but you need your sleep as do I. We have a busy day in the morning. However, I will not send you to bed until you answer me this one thing, and you must answer honestly." She waits for him to nod then she brings her hands forward from his back to move between them and clasp his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it as she takes it off her belly. "Do you feel better now? Because you can not go to bed until you feel better then when you came here all upset."
He smiles at her, letting her hold his hands. He nods, the truth of his next words shining in his eyes. "Yes. I feel very much better now than I did when I came to you. I thank you for that, Lothiriel. And I love you so much more. I know now that I may come to you with anything that troubles me. For you know just what to say to make me think and feel better." He leans in and kisses her. "I love you, Dear."
She feels so warm and so loved when he kisses her just then and she is close to tears because of the feelings. She was so happy and she just couldn't believe how he was making her feel at that moment. Returning each kiss and squeezing his hands. "I love you too, Eomer. I am just glad that I could help you when you needed it the most. " She kisses him again. "Okay, Honey, now you get to bed. We both have a big day." She wraps her arms around him tight. "Unless there is something else.....?"
Boromir smirks and shakes his head as he leaves Eowyn's room. He had not done anything really, except made the bed and her dresser look like it had been tampered with. That was his whole point. To make her paranoid. That would annoy her he was sure. He limps down the hall and back to his room, then climbs back onto his bed and waits in the darkness for her to return, smirking.
She speaks from the darkness of the night that enveloped the bedroom. "Where have you been? I have been waiting awhile for you, Boromir." And she was beginning to think he wasn't coming back, though she had no idea where he had been either. She gets up and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and smiling at him. "How are you doing? I just stopped by to say goodnight and let you know that I was all packed. "
He jumps, having not thought she would be there. He sits up and smiles at her, breathing heavily. "I can see you will give me a heart attack before my time comes." He laughs and watches when she comes to sit on the bed beside him. "If you must know I was in Eowyn's room. No no. I was....getting my revenge. I will have a black eye now when we get married. Why did you not tell me I should not call her weak? She had quite a punch." He rubs his eye and then frowns. "Monica....we will not be going to Gondor tomorrow, like planned." He sees her look and reaches out to lightly caress her cheek. "I do not mean that I am leaving you. No. We will be instead taking a trip to Lothlorien." He shivers and frowns more at that thought. "I do not want to go there, but Faramir says I must because they can help with my arm. But I do not wish to see her again. She will just find weakness in me again. Like she did before." He snorts and shakes his head.
She frowns, wrapping her arms tighter around him and kissing the top of his head. "No, Boromir, you are wrong there." She didn't know what he was talking about, but she knew what it was that he was speaking of, the feelings that is. "I don't know who found you lacking, or weak, but you said it yourself, 'before'. So much about you was 'before'. You are not as you were before, you are different now, Boromir. You have grown in new ways, new interesting ways. You are stronger for one, and I mean mentally." She then pauses, frowning deeper. "But I do need to know something more..... Please," she reaches up and captures the hand that was lightly caressing her cheek, taking it from her cheek to kiss his palm before clasping it in her lap. "Tell me from the beginning. Why are we going to Lothlorien and what of our wedding plans?" She was suddenly scarred that he had changed his mind and she was about ready to be left without a husband.
He smiles at her and nods, then proceeds to tell her everything, though he does have to start from when he first arrived in Lothlorien so that she may understand why he wished not to go back there. He explains how he fell to the power of the ring, how it called to him and how the Lady Galadriel had known and had foreseen he would bring great danger to the fellowship. After that he had been plagued with doubt and worry until finally, he had attacked Frodo on the hillside and tried to take the ring from him. After that it was a haze of memories. He had felt great pain when Frodo had disappeared and left him. Pain and guilt and sadness. Then he had over come that when he saw the Orcs and had run to save Merry and Pippin. It was the least he could do. But he had failed then, having been shot with three black arrows. He had instantly felt cold pain run through him then, and even when Aragorn was leaning over him and he was giving his oath to his future king, even then he felt the guilt. He had then succumbed to the poison and lost consciousness. "And then I awoke in the prison. Ah but you know what happened after that. Now, on to this new bit of information." He gives her an apologetic smile. "I am sorry if this is boring you." He then continues on to tell her of Faramir's dying and this one last thing that would save him. And how Faramir and Gandalf thought that maybe the elves, since they were far more skilled with healing, could help him with his arm. "Perhaps even my knees and eye as well. But as for our wedding, well I was thinking about that. What if we waited until we found the right place for it? I mean on our two month journey? Or if you would like we could marry before we left Edoras. I believe Faramir and Eowyn are planning to do just that." He chuckles, shaking his head. "If they do not kill each other before then that is."
"You are NOT boring me, Boromir!" is the only thing she says through out the whole thing and that is in response to his saying she is. When he is finally done, she is silent for a little while, thinking it all over. She finally lays her head on his left shoulder, one arm going around his chest while with the other she picks up his right arm and lays it in her lap. She was still thinking, not saying anything, as she pulls her arm back from around his middle and shifting herself a little so that she was facing out more with her back against his chest. She then was able to hold his hand with both of hers. She lays one hand under his and one on top. She can't help but smile at the sight. "You have big strong hands, Boromir." Her eyes twinkle when she looks up into his eyes, her face a breath from his when she turns her head so she takes the next natural step and kisses him tenderly. Then she looks back at his hand. "I am not ignoring your questions, Honey." She plays with his hand, rubbing her thumb across the back of it. "But I do need to tell you a few things before I answer them. Like did you know that every now and then your right hand twitches? It is mostly your ring finger, but I have felt it when massaging some of the pressure points. Watch." She takes his hand with both of hers, pressing her thumbs into his palm and pressing up and outwardly moving her thumbs in a circular motion before coming back around to the middle of his palm again. She then rests his hand back in her lap as she turns her head to look into his eyes. "Honey, what do you want to do? Do you want to wait? Do you want to be married right now, in the middle of the night with only you and me and the stars?" She once more closes the breath between them and kisses him softly before pulling back and waiting for his answer, her eyes searching his. She wanted nothing more then to make him happy, and that was clearly visible in her eyes. If he wanted to marry her right then and there she would run for Eomer. She knew that this upcoming meeting would be hard on him, and over the next two months she planned on making sure that he knew she would be there for him, that she knew he was strong enough to make it through this.
She keeps massaging his palm, massaging it slowly, her mind not on that but on the choices he needed to make now. Choices she was letting him make, not demanding of him. If he asked her again what she wanted, she would tell him. But first she wanted him to know that for her, right now, it was what he wanted that was the important thing, not what she wanted. Because all she wanted was for him to be happy, and she would do whatever she could to accomplish that.
He does notice it when his finger twitches and he smiles. "I wonder why it does that? Perhaps because you are pressing on a tendon?" He listens to her, looking at her face and smiling when ever she kissed him. The way she was sitting he was able to have both arms around her, though she had to pull his right arm around her. His left hand rests lightly on her stomach, his thumb gently rubbing against her stomach through her night gown. "Well.....did you wish to marry me right now? Because if you do, I will not object. And that means you will have to sleep in here with me." He grins slightly, liking that idea.
She doesn't think it is because she is pressing, she believes she is pressing on areas that relieve the tension, thus letting it react normally. But she does not go into this, instead she remains silent and listens to him, waiting for an answer.
When he is done speaking, she is still silent. If she was reading him right, and she hoped she was because she wanted to know that she could read her husband somewhat so that later she would be able to please him without having to have it explained in detail, and that goes not only for their bedroom, but their life in general. She wanted to know if something she did for him made him happy. She loved him, she had fallen in love with him almost the instant he got here. But she knew that he did not love her the same. Oh she was sure that he loved her, but he didn't look at her like Faramir looked at Eowyn. At least he didn't look at Eowyn with more love for her then when he looked at her. That would hurt her far more then any words he might say to her.
She looks into his eyes, searching them, finally nodding. She hoped that she was right, that he did want to marry her tonight, not just because of the grin and talk of sleeping in the same bed, but because he wished it. "Then let us go wake Eomer King and Theresa. If we did this without her there, she would have my hide, Honey." She kisses him tenderly before going to get up.
He returns her kiss and then gets up after she does. "Are we to be married like this?" He gestures to his clothes, then hers, though her gown was quite nice. Oh if only his father could see him. He would be in so much trouble. As Denethor always liked ceremony and such. He would never have dreamed his son would marry a handmaiden, and so quickly, and in a ceremony that had no glitz or glamour. He smirks a little. It would be perfect.
She blushes as she looks at her state of undress then back at him. "No, I have a nice dress that I can wear. But we do not have to get dressed up since it will be a quiet one with only us and Eomer and Theresa. Unless you wished to get your brother." She shakes her head, looking at the ground. "I do not have any family other then Theresa." She then looks up at him almost shyly. "And soon you and Faramir."
He smiles at that thought. "Ah yes. Faramir will love to have a little sister. He always did well with females." He chuckles at her look. "Now now. Remember, you will also have Eowyn as your sister as well. Will that not be the talk of the town. To go from the Lady's handmaiden to her sister-in-law?" He grins at her. "I say it will not matter what we dress in. It will be quick and then everyone will have to go to bed afterwards. Including us."
She blushes, looking away quickly. Yes, in bed afterwards, including them. That was easy for him to say, he had been with women. She had never been with a man. She silently clears her throat before looking at him again. "Then if you don't mind this nightgown, I will just go get Theresa and you can get the King." She pauses by the door of his room. Indeed the nightgown she wore was nice, though she hadn't meant for it to be what she was wed in, she had meant for it to be modest enough to visit him late at night.
He shakes his head, smiling. "I do not mind it. If you do not mind my simple pants and shirt." He leans close to her and kisses her gently. "I will go find the king and you find Theresa and meet us back here."
Eowyn tightens her grip on Faramir's hand when they start to walk but he mentions going to her room. Oh no he doesn't, she thinks as she tightens her grip on his hand. No, they would sleep together. "I will sleep in your room, Faramir. I am not going to sleep alone tonight. What is left of the night. I see nothing wrong, I will remain clothed as will you, like we have done before."
Faramir nods. "Alright. We will do that." He leads her into the great hall and towards his room. Once there he lets go of her hand and walks over to the water basin in his room. He pours some water from the pitcher into it then splashes water over his face and head and neck. He glances at her as she walks by him and sits on the bed. "You realize that when we wake up, we shall be married?" He can't keep the happy smile off his face, though he does shiver as he turns back to the basin and washes his face and hands. The water was freezing but refreshing all the same.
She sees the shiver and gets up and walks over to him. Standing behind him she very carefully lifts her skirt to just above her knees, upset that he would find something wrong with marrying her. He said to kick his ass, so she was going to do just that.
She gives him a good, swift kick in the ass before turning and storming back to the bed, sitting down on it with another huff, her arms going over her chest, mumbling, "There is no need to find the thought of marrying me repulsive. Or whatever that shiver was about. Now I know you said that you would have your doubts, but that was just NOT called for." She huffs again, staring at him. "It isn't so bad, marriage, and you are marrying ME after all. Not just anyone. So tell me, why did you just shiver at the thought of being married to me?"
"OW!" He rubs his butt where she had kicked him and gives her a shocked look. When he hears her words he can not help but laugh. She had misunderstood. But at least she had done what he asked her to. He dips his hands into the water and then walks towards her. "Darling, there is nothing about you I find repulsive. And to marry you would never be considered repulsive. No. You misunderstood, Eowyn. THIS was why I shivered." And with that said he shoves his ice cold hands under her skirt and onto her bare thighs, letting her feel just how cold the water in the pitcher, which he poured into the stone basin, was. "The water is ice cold and it ran down my spine. I could do nothing else but shiver."
She frowns when he laughs at her, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. It isn't until he puts his hands on her thighs that she says anything. And that was a scream that was ripped from her lips at his cold hands touching her flesh. She smacks at his hands, shivering herself. "That wasn't nice, Faramir!" But then she starts to laugh, easily seeing the humor in the situation. "You TOLD me to kick your butt so I did. So THERE!" She shakes her head, grabbing his blanket and wiping at her cold, bare thighs with it, mumbling about how he was going to have to get her warm now.
When they had come back to the room she had deposited the bundle of blankets and clothes by the door and now she gets up and goes through the items. Hanging up several of the items to dry she gets her dress and things together and turns to him. "I will be right back, Faramir. I need something to wear. I would like to have on something more comfortable to wear in bed." She pauses long enough to kiss him. "I won't be long, I promise." She then kisses him once more before leaving the room and heading to her own room to get something else on.
He smiles at her. "Well now you see why I shivered. And you will have to warm me as well." He pulls his shirt off, then drops his pants and kicks off his boots before stepping out of his pants. He grabs a cloth and using the cold water, he cleans himself quickly, feeling cold but more clean. All this he does after she leaves to get changed, so that when she walks into the room again he is already in bed, wearing no shirt and only a pair of leggings that he wore to sleep. He looks over at her and smiles. "You look lovely, Eowyn. I know I will never bore of looking at you."
Boromir kisses her once again, then leaves the room, walking down the hall and bumping into Eowyn leaving her room. "Hello Eowyn. Still awake? Perhaps you can tell me where your brother might be?" When she says she does not know and asks why he smiles. "I am marrying Monica now and I need him to perform the ceremony. Excuse me. I must hurry." He limps off towards Eomer's room and when he doesn't find him there, he checks Lothiriel's room, knocking on the door and waiting.
Once Eowyn gets back to her room she does quick work of cleaning up and changing. She changes into a nice, loose tan nightgown that she saved mostly for the summer since it was a little shorter then normal, reaching her knees, and it is cut slightly lower then normal in front, held together by some ribbon ties. She loved the ties because if she had them tied completely it reached up her neck, but if she loosened them or undid them it would open almost to past her breasts. That was why she had picked it out for Faramir.
Bumping into Boromir, she shakes her head when he asks about her brother. "Why do you need him this late?" She asks, feeling a little uncomfortable but glad that she had her robe on and everything is well hidden. At his answer she looks at him in shock. "Married?" She grins then, shaking her head in shock. "Your brother was right, you can't wait for things you want. Congratulations," she calls after him as he disappears around the corner. She is soon back in Faramir's room.
"Thank you, Faramir," she says, blushing, as she comes into the room. Then walking over to the bed she pauses, the only light the light from a candle by his side of the bed. "I do not know why I am nervous, but I am," she says softly. "It isn't like we are married or we haven't seen each other." She takes the robe off, putting it over the back of the chair. Then she slips between the sheets and curls up against his side. She had the ribbons only half way undone, so she wasn't too exposed, but should her brother come in and catch them she would have to hurry and tie them. "Faramir, before you go to bed, there is something I should tell you." She then tells him about her bump in with Boromir. "I didn't say anything before, I guess because I am just nervous, like I said. But I also don't think it is anything to worry about." She then suddenly sits up and looks down at him. "I didn't even think that maybe you would want to go watch. Do you?"
Lothiriel hears the knock on the door and raises a brow at him. "I don't know who would be looking for me...." She moves out of his arms and over to the door, opening it and once more finding another shock tonight. "Boromir? Are you okay?"
Monica shakes her head at his simple pants and shirt, thinking that they were just fine to her. "Okay, Honey, I will meet you guys back here." She returns each of his kisses before leaving the room and heading down the hall to the servants quarters. It isn't long before she is in Theresa's room, sitting on her bed and talking quietly to her about coming to the short ceremony.
Theresa was still half asleep when Monica tries to explain it again but then Theresa holds her hand up and waves it at her. "Never mind, Dear. I will trust you know what you are doing." She yawns and gets up, scratching her side before putting on her robe. "Just lead the way, Deary." She yawns again, blinking.
Monica instantly hugs her tight, almost crying again, but holding the tears back. "Come on, Ma. We want to hurry this up so that everyone can get back to sleep. We have everything we need." She takes the old lady's hand and leads her from the room, heading back towards Boromir's room.