Note: This is of course, the wedding night, and we all know what couples
do on their wedding night. So, if you don't want to see some mild
Faramir/Eowyn, don't look! Also, this chapter features the first
flashback, which is denoted by a line of asterisks. Any other passages of
time, like a few hours or so, are shown by a line of dashes. So, with that
in mind, enjoy! And once again, thanks to all my reviewers! I love you
all!
Disclaimer: It's not mine again, I don't want any money!
Chapter Three- Women and The Steward's Sons
"My lord?"
I groaned and look up at Eowyn, my eyes pleading. "Please, love, we've been through this. This is not the time to be 'lording' me."
"I'm sorry," she said simply, a subtle blush rising in her cheeks. "I just wanted to ask if you were okay."
I smiled and placed my head on her shoulder. She had very soft skin, and an extremely entrancing body. Unfortunately, every time I moved past her shoulders, she began talking, so that I had to look up and speak to her. Not that I didn't like talking to her, but. "Well, Eowyn, I haven't been able to do much, but I suppose I'm fine. I think it's you who's having a problem. Tell me, what's wrong?"
She sighed and smiled at me. "Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?" she said, stroking my cheek gently.
"Do I frighten you that much?" I said, suddenly concerned. It had never occurred to me that she would be this timid about it. Of course she was a maiden and all, but. well, she was Eowyn, and she wasn't timid about anything.
She laughed and tilted her head so that it pressed against mine. "No, you don't frighten me at all, my love. It's just that, well, all the women in Meduseld said it was painful, the first time especially, and I didn't want to ruin it for you."
I brought my head back so that I was looking directly into her eyes. They were very clear and easy to read. Ever since she had proclaimed that she would marry me, her eyes reflected the open attitude we maintained with each other, and it was easy for me to know her feelings. Tonight, I saw something new there- naivety.
"Ruin it for me?" I asked, almost incredulously. "This night is supposed to be for you as well. No, it is supposed to be more for you, since this is your first time and it should be special."
"But, really, it's not as if I'll like it or anything!" she said, a smirk on her face. She looked as if I were just playing some joke on her to calm her nerves.
"Well, why wouldn't you?" I inquired, confused now. "I promise I'll do as much as I can to make it feel. pleasurable and."
Eowyn immediately burst out laughing. "Pleasurable? Faramir, you mean to tell me that you believe there is pleasure in this for me? From all that I have heard in Rohan, there are few women who get anything from it but a headache and a child!"
"Well, the women I've been with all seemed to find it pleasurable indeed!" I said harshly and then blushed. Eowyn had never asked, of course, but I had not intended to tell her of my past experiences on our own wedding night! I felt quite stupid all of a sudden.
"Did you think, Faramir, that I thought you were untouched?" Eowyn said, her hand tangling itself in my hair as she sensed my distress. "I did not expect that you would be. You are a very handsome man, and hold great position within the country, and any lady would give anything to be with you."
"But I did not feel for them like I feel for you, not in the least bit." I placed my hands on her cheeks and drew her face towards mine. I kissed her lightly, tenderly, and I felt her relax. It was kind of an odd sensation, the way she almost crumpled against me, as if I were taking her life with my lips. Her hands slowly came up around my shoulders and she pulled me tight, like she depended on me to save her.
"Please, Faramir," she said, pulling her mouth away from mine for a moment, "I really would like to feel something. something spectacular."
"And I promise, you will, my love," I said, dropping my mouth to her collarbone. I made my way down very slowly and deliberately, checking often the look on my new wife's face. I could not disappoint her, at least not in this aspect of our marriage. If I failed her here, I wondered what kind of husband I could possibly be. I had never overly enjoyed being with women to begin with. I had always needed a connection, and no one whom I had ever been with before had given that to me. I was now depending on Eowyn as much as she was depending on me.
She was reacting to me now, sitting up and undoing the laces of my shirt as I moved my lips back up to meet hers. "Am I doing okay?" she asked breathily, exhaling into my ear.
I felt a warm shiver pass through my body and my breath caught in my throat. "Yes, yes, very good, you are a natural. Though, Eowyn, I don't believe this is the time to talk."
"Well then you will have to silence me," she said, her voice low and tempting. I parted my lips slightly and leaned in towards her, and did exactly as she said to.
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"Was it all that bad?" I asked, gently running one hand through Eowyn's damp hair.
She snuggled up closer to me. "No, it only hurt for a little bit. I'm surprised, though, because, for a while, it felt. incredible!"
I tugged the sheets up so they were covering us and kissed her forehead. We were laying on our sides facing each other, each relaxing after our first mutual adventure. Eowyn's face was lit up with a soft glow, and I could tell I had done something right. I had been able to feel it, the way we connected. It had seemed so natural and very comforting.
"That's good at least," I sighed, staring into her eyes as she put her head next to mine on the pillow.
"Will you tell me something, Faramir?" she said, pressing her forehead against mine.
"Anything you want to know," I said sleepily. It was so relaxing, laying there entangled in a mass of limbs and sheets. I closed my eyes.
"Tell me something about your brother."
My eyes shot open. "What? Now? Why?" I asked, sounding a bit panicky. I knew what would happen if I thought about him. I would get the nightmares, something I did not want, this least of all nights.
"Because, Faramir, it's just something I really want to know." She kissed me lightly. "Please?"
I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my back and it unnerved me. "If you really want to know. I suppose a short story couldn't hurt." With a deep sigh, I pulled her closer and began.
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"So? Pretty wonderful, wasn't it?" Boromir exclaimed, leaning back in his chair.
Faramir shook his head and sighed. "No, not really," he said sadly.
His brother sat up in a shot. "No? Faramir, what are you talking about? I've been with Lady Ramalin before, and she's nothing short of spectacular! You're a seventeen year old man- you should be enjoying yourself!"
"It wasn't what I expected," Faramir asserted, turning a bright shade of red. "I shouldn't have let you arrange that with her."
Boromir shook his head and sighed. "Little brother, are you dreaming of romance? There is little of that in the world, if there ever was any to begin with. Certainly, being the son of the Steward, you will be marrying for alliances, not love, if there really is such a thing."
"Come now Boromir, I know you believe in love," Faramir scoffed. "Father loves you, surely you understand that."
"Don't start that now," Boromir said sharply, and the younger closed his mouth abruptly. "I know you have your issues with Father, but I'd rather not talk about that at the moment. There are other things we could speak of. Chief among those being why you didn't enjoy your little escapade last night."
Faramir could tell by the tone in his brother's voice that there would be no escaping the subject. He sighed and gave in, as he usually did to his beloved older sibling. "I just expected there to be some kind of emotional connection, that's all. She was very." he hesitated for a moment and blushed deeper. "Well, she was very skilled, and well, it felt quite good, but, it would have been better if I had cared something for her."
There was silence for a bit, as the two brothers regarded each other. Their faces were very similar; the elder's being more full and rugged, along with his build. However, everyone in Gondor knew the differences between the two's manners, and to them, Boromir seemed to be the more outstanding one. Well, to everyone Boromir was the outstanding one, even to Faramir himself.
"Little brother," Boromir said finally, "You cannot expect everything to be like one of those tales you used to read about in the old Elvish books. These are evil times, and our duty lies first with our country, not to a romantic notion of love and marriage."
"Don't you think I know that?" Faramir retorted. "Don't you think that Father lets me know about my duties, and how I fail to carry them out in every single way possible? My greatest achievements are nothing compared to the precedent set by you."
"Are you jealous of me then?" Boromir asked, taken a little aback.
"No, I am not jealous, for I can tell how difficult it is to be you. I could not be forced to be the next Steward, for it is true- I would fail in every way possible," Faramir responded with a sigh. "At least I could be happy if I were respected for who I am, and not made to be your double, which I can never in my wildest dreams hope to be. Apparently, I cannot even bed a woman like you can, my brother."
Boromir laughed and stood. "Do not be so hard on yourself. My first time was not so grand either. And, if it bothers you so to not have my skills in battle, I could keep helping you practice with the sword, so that maybe my extreme greatness will rub off on you."
Faramir grinned and sprang up beside his brother. "Of course, oh great one, I would be honored." And as they walked off, neither could tell if they were joking or being serious.
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"He sounds very nice," Eowyn said quietly.
"Yes, he really was an incredible man, destined for greater things than I believe he had time to accomplish," I whispered, still lost in my thoughts. "I miss him."
"I believe I would have liked, had we met," my new wife said. She moved closer to me, so that we were further entangled in ourselves. "I do disagree with his theory on love, for I have found my true romance in you. Do not be sad, my love, for think of us, and what we can be, and know that he would be happy for you."
"Yes, you're right, I suppose, but I miss him all the same," I said. Suddenly I yawned, and realized I had been up for over a day now. I knew that I shouldn't have gotten up long before dawn in anticipation for the wedding!
"It shall be delightful to fall asleep with you," Eowyn murmured, closing her eyes and then speaking no more. I, in turn, shut my eyes and thought of the experience I had just shared with her, and tried to block out the memory of Boromir's face. Eventually, and to my amazement, it worked, and I had no nightmares for many weeks.
Disclaimer: It's not mine again, I don't want any money!
Chapter Three- Women and The Steward's Sons
"My lord?"
I groaned and look up at Eowyn, my eyes pleading. "Please, love, we've been through this. This is not the time to be 'lording' me."
"I'm sorry," she said simply, a subtle blush rising in her cheeks. "I just wanted to ask if you were okay."
I smiled and placed my head on her shoulder. She had very soft skin, and an extremely entrancing body. Unfortunately, every time I moved past her shoulders, she began talking, so that I had to look up and speak to her. Not that I didn't like talking to her, but. "Well, Eowyn, I haven't been able to do much, but I suppose I'm fine. I think it's you who's having a problem. Tell me, what's wrong?"
She sighed and smiled at me. "Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?" she said, stroking my cheek gently.
"Do I frighten you that much?" I said, suddenly concerned. It had never occurred to me that she would be this timid about it. Of course she was a maiden and all, but. well, she was Eowyn, and she wasn't timid about anything.
She laughed and tilted her head so that it pressed against mine. "No, you don't frighten me at all, my love. It's just that, well, all the women in Meduseld said it was painful, the first time especially, and I didn't want to ruin it for you."
I brought my head back so that I was looking directly into her eyes. They were very clear and easy to read. Ever since she had proclaimed that she would marry me, her eyes reflected the open attitude we maintained with each other, and it was easy for me to know her feelings. Tonight, I saw something new there- naivety.
"Ruin it for me?" I asked, almost incredulously. "This night is supposed to be for you as well. No, it is supposed to be more for you, since this is your first time and it should be special."
"But, really, it's not as if I'll like it or anything!" she said, a smirk on her face. She looked as if I were just playing some joke on her to calm her nerves.
"Well, why wouldn't you?" I inquired, confused now. "I promise I'll do as much as I can to make it feel. pleasurable and."
Eowyn immediately burst out laughing. "Pleasurable? Faramir, you mean to tell me that you believe there is pleasure in this for me? From all that I have heard in Rohan, there are few women who get anything from it but a headache and a child!"
"Well, the women I've been with all seemed to find it pleasurable indeed!" I said harshly and then blushed. Eowyn had never asked, of course, but I had not intended to tell her of my past experiences on our own wedding night! I felt quite stupid all of a sudden.
"Did you think, Faramir, that I thought you were untouched?" Eowyn said, her hand tangling itself in my hair as she sensed my distress. "I did not expect that you would be. You are a very handsome man, and hold great position within the country, and any lady would give anything to be with you."
"But I did not feel for them like I feel for you, not in the least bit." I placed my hands on her cheeks and drew her face towards mine. I kissed her lightly, tenderly, and I felt her relax. It was kind of an odd sensation, the way she almost crumpled against me, as if I were taking her life with my lips. Her hands slowly came up around my shoulders and she pulled me tight, like she depended on me to save her.
"Please, Faramir," she said, pulling her mouth away from mine for a moment, "I really would like to feel something. something spectacular."
"And I promise, you will, my love," I said, dropping my mouth to her collarbone. I made my way down very slowly and deliberately, checking often the look on my new wife's face. I could not disappoint her, at least not in this aspect of our marriage. If I failed her here, I wondered what kind of husband I could possibly be. I had never overly enjoyed being with women to begin with. I had always needed a connection, and no one whom I had ever been with before had given that to me. I was now depending on Eowyn as much as she was depending on me.
She was reacting to me now, sitting up and undoing the laces of my shirt as I moved my lips back up to meet hers. "Am I doing okay?" she asked breathily, exhaling into my ear.
I felt a warm shiver pass through my body and my breath caught in my throat. "Yes, yes, very good, you are a natural. Though, Eowyn, I don't believe this is the time to talk."
"Well then you will have to silence me," she said, her voice low and tempting. I parted my lips slightly and leaned in towards her, and did exactly as she said to.
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"Was it all that bad?" I asked, gently running one hand through Eowyn's damp hair.
She snuggled up closer to me. "No, it only hurt for a little bit. I'm surprised, though, because, for a while, it felt. incredible!"
I tugged the sheets up so they were covering us and kissed her forehead. We were laying on our sides facing each other, each relaxing after our first mutual adventure. Eowyn's face was lit up with a soft glow, and I could tell I had done something right. I had been able to feel it, the way we connected. It had seemed so natural and very comforting.
"That's good at least," I sighed, staring into her eyes as she put her head next to mine on the pillow.
"Will you tell me something, Faramir?" she said, pressing her forehead against mine.
"Anything you want to know," I said sleepily. It was so relaxing, laying there entangled in a mass of limbs and sheets. I closed my eyes.
"Tell me something about your brother."
My eyes shot open. "What? Now? Why?" I asked, sounding a bit panicky. I knew what would happen if I thought about him. I would get the nightmares, something I did not want, this least of all nights.
"Because, Faramir, it's just something I really want to know." She kissed me lightly. "Please?"
I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my back and it unnerved me. "If you really want to know. I suppose a short story couldn't hurt." With a deep sigh, I pulled her closer and began.
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"So? Pretty wonderful, wasn't it?" Boromir exclaimed, leaning back in his chair.
Faramir shook his head and sighed. "No, not really," he said sadly.
His brother sat up in a shot. "No? Faramir, what are you talking about? I've been with Lady Ramalin before, and she's nothing short of spectacular! You're a seventeen year old man- you should be enjoying yourself!"
"It wasn't what I expected," Faramir asserted, turning a bright shade of red. "I shouldn't have let you arrange that with her."
Boromir shook his head and sighed. "Little brother, are you dreaming of romance? There is little of that in the world, if there ever was any to begin with. Certainly, being the son of the Steward, you will be marrying for alliances, not love, if there really is such a thing."
"Come now Boromir, I know you believe in love," Faramir scoffed. "Father loves you, surely you understand that."
"Don't start that now," Boromir said sharply, and the younger closed his mouth abruptly. "I know you have your issues with Father, but I'd rather not talk about that at the moment. There are other things we could speak of. Chief among those being why you didn't enjoy your little escapade last night."
Faramir could tell by the tone in his brother's voice that there would be no escaping the subject. He sighed and gave in, as he usually did to his beloved older sibling. "I just expected there to be some kind of emotional connection, that's all. She was very." he hesitated for a moment and blushed deeper. "Well, she was very skilled, and well, it felt quite good, but, it would have been better if I had cared something for her."
There was silence for a bit, as the two brothers regarded each other. Their faces were very similar; the elder's being more full and rugged, along with his build. However, everyone in Gondor knew the differences between the two's manners, and to them, Boromir seemed to be the more outstanding one. Well, to everyone Boromir was the outstanding one, even to Faramir himself.
"Little brother," Boromir said finally, "You cannot expect everything to be like one of those tales you used to read about in the old Elvish books. These are evil times, and our duty lies first with our country, not to a romantic notion of love and marriage."
"Don't you think I know that?" Faramir retorted. "Don't you think that Father lets me know about my duties, and how I fail to carry them out in every single way possible? My greatest achievements are nothing compared to the precedent set by you."
"Are you jealous of me then?" Boromir asked, taken a little aback.
"No, I am not jealous, for I can tell how difficult it is to be you. I could not be forced to be the next Steward, for it is true- I would fail in every way possible," Faramir responded with a sigh. "At least I could be happy if I were respected for who I am, and not made to be your double, which I can never in my wildest dreams hope to be. Apparently, I cannot even bed a woman like you can, my brother."
Boromir laughed and stood. "Do not be so hard on yourself. My first time was not so grand either. And, if it bothers you so to not have my skills in battle, I could keep helping you practice with the sword, so that maybe my extreme greatness will rub off on you."
Faramir grinned and sprang up beside his brother. "Of course, oh great one, I would be honored." And as they walked off, neither could tell if they were joking or being serious.
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"He sounds very nice," Eowyn said quietly.
"Yes, he really was an incredible man, destined for greater things than I believe he had time to accomplish," I whispered, still lost in my thoughts. "I miss him."
"I believe I would have liked, had we met," my new wife said. She moved closer to me, so that we were further entangled in ourselves. "I do disagree with his theory on love, for I have found my true romance in you. Do not be sad, my love, for think of us, and what we can be, and know that he would be happy for you."
"Yes, you're right, I suppose, but I miss him all the same," I said. Suddenly I yawned, and realized I had been up for over a day now. I knew that I shouldn't have gotten up long before dawn in anticipation for the wedding!
"It shall be delightful to fall asleep with you," Eowyn murmured, closing her eyes and then speaking no more. I, in turn, shut my eyes and thought of the experience I had just shared with her, and tried to block out the memory of Boromir's face. Eventually, and to my amazement, it worked, and I had no nightmares for many weeks.