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Tolkientober day 13 "partners"

They are so cute argh!!!

Sunshine lovers ☀️

remember when éowyn first met faramir and immediately thought "ah yes. this is a guy who could wipe the floor with any soldier of rohan." bc I think about it a lot

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Tolkientober #6: meals

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"Go on. Have a bite."

Faramir stared at the spoon for a second too long before Éowyn huffed in annoyance.

"You are afraid, are you not?"

Embarrassed at being caught, he lowered the spoon and looked at her apologetically.

It was autumn, and they had been sitting in the shade of a large maple tree, its yellow and red leaves celebrating the fruitfulness of the harvests this year. The couple had been exploring the woods of Emyn Arnen and when the sun had gone well past its peak, they had agreed to have a rest and a meal.

To Faramir's surprise, Éowyn had offered to take care of their lunch, though she had not waited for his agreement and had set to work immediately. Not once since they had gotten to know each other in the Houses of Healing had she cooked in his presence.

An hour later, they each had their bowls full of the stew she had made.

Éowyn smiled lightly. "You have heard others talk about my cooking skills and now you fear for your health."

"No, I do not fear for anything," replied he. His denial came too quick and even if she could not read minds like he could, she knew very well the source of his hesitance.

"Go on, then," she urged, gesturing with her hand.

After a long moment, the Steward bravely took a mouthful and swallowed. Then he sat up, his eyes wide in bewilderment.

"You look so taken aback, Faramir," Éowyn said before taking a spoonful herself, "was it not the flavour you expected?"

Not knowing how to reply without offending her, he filled his mouth with a few more bites. Éowyn laughed with her lips pressed together to stop herself from spilling her food.

"I will readily admit that there was a time that I thought myself to be a better cook than I truly was," she slowly said while stirring her stew, "but you must realize that - after my unintented assassination attempt on the Heir of Elendil -"

Faramir chuckled and shook his head, his dark wavy hair bobbing along in the motion.

" - I have been in the extended company of Meriadoc Brandybuck. How could I not be learned in the art of cooking, travelling and recuperating alongside such an avid lover of food?"

"Milady, you have my heartfelt apologies for ever doubting you," said Faramir and he caught her hand in his, a twinkle in his eye. Then he brought it to his lips and kissed it firmly.

She allowed him to dote upon her as she watched him with a soft smile. Then her hand slipped out of his to rest against his cheek.

Shifting closer to him, she frowned. "Faramir."

"Yes, dearest Éowyn?"

"I may have learned how to cook, but I rather enjoy my reputation of being a bad chef."

"Is that so?" He looked at her with his brows raised, curious to hear more.

"Why Faramir, it is a clever sword to wield at court," she explained, feeling all too proud of herself, "if Lord or Lady so-and-so bother me too much with their arrogance or self-importance, all I have to do is invite them over to our residence for a home-cooked meal -"

He quickly put his bowl aside before bursting into a fit of laughter. "And they leave you alone? Is that why Lady Arradel and Lord Gwerion postponed their visit to Ithilien?"

Éowyn tilted her head meaningfully and grinned.