The Married Life - 7
by [M]ad[C]at and Heri
The Married Life: Faramir and Eowyn!
The Tea and Lembas party
From Chapter 6: "She then goes off to shower as Faramir changes..."
Faramir picks up the the shirt he's worn for 3 days and sniffs it. Satisfied, he puts it on. He then stops dressing, to watch the
first 45 minutes of the Stair Shield Surfing X-Games on the palantir.
...
Eowyn starts the bath running, after spending 7 minutes to adjust the water faucets to Just-Right temperature. Into the running water, she adds
Imladris Strawberry Suds, Oil of Oliphant Skin Moisturizer, Grey Havens Sea Salt and Warg Milk.
As an afterthought, she sprinkles in some Mallorn Leaf Aromatherapy, too.
...
Faramir finds one discarded sock in front of the fireplace, and crouches on the floor to look under the four-poster bed, where he finds another sock.
He realizes one is blue and one is red, but shrugs it off and puts them on his feet. After all, the second 45 minutes of the X-Games are
about to start...
...
Eowyn shampoos her hair - twice - and conditions it for 25 minutes with a hair mask made of genuine Midgewater
Marshes mud. As the mask works its magic, she does her nails and shaves her legs with her Sting for Women, She-Elves and Hairy Dwarves, by
Gillette.
...
The game being over, Faramir picks up his old, torn and discoloured lucky pants (which Gondor does not need, of course), which Eowyn
has tried to get rid off for the past 6 years. He puts on his cloak, crown on his head and, just to spite Aragorn, puts on a old pair of his late
Brother's vambraces.
...
Faramir: Honey, I'm going...
Eowyn: Faramir, are you wearing decent - and clean - clothes? I don't want you going out
in those awful threads you bought during the War of the Ring. You know people will talk! I picked a nice Yellow and Pink set of
embroidered breeches for you. Youfll find them on top of the bed. Wear those with your White Tree of Gondor leather bodice.
Faramir: Yeah yeah Of course, honey. Fibs That's what I'm wearing, right now. Bye, dear.
Eowyn hears the door close, gets out of the bath, and starts to get dressed and do her hair.
5 hours later...
As Eowyn puts the finishing touches on her makeup (Intense but Natural), the doorbell rings.
Arwen and Galadriel stand at the door, along with a Dwarf that looks uncannily like Gimli... if only it weren't for the pink bows tying the
beard-braids.
Eowyn: Gimlette? How wonderful to meet you! Gimli told me so much about you during the Battle of Helm's Deep. So,
how is the old rascal, huh?
Gimlette: Well, I think he's going to propose this weekend! I caught him shopping for Mithril and Arkenstone rings, the other day!
The 4 women coo and giggle and make random joyful sounds. They all kiss and group-hug.
Eowyn: Oh where are my manners? Come in, come in! I have sooooooo much to tell you! You will NOT believe what
Rosie Gamgee has been up to!
They move to the patio, where a table is set with the best China - or should that be "the best Imladris"? -
and rows upon rows of paper doilies.
Eowyn lowers her voice. *pssst pps pppssss pssst pst*
Arwen: NO! really?
Eowyn: Yes! psst pps psssst pssssst
Galadriel: Another one!? You sure...? Iluvatar, that Samwise really is fertile, isn't he? Must be something in
the seeds I gave him when he and the boys dropped by Lothlorien for a visit before the War.
sniffs
Galadriel: Speaking of which sniffs you wouldn't happen to have snorts Shire plants flowering in your garden, would you Eowyn?
blows her nose into one of Bilbo's forgotten kerchiefs...
Eowyn: Why yes. Merry gave Faz a few cuttings of Shire carrot-plant, as a token of his friendship.
Galadriel:
Gimlette: What?
Galadriel: Shire plants give me the worst Hay Fever Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-TCHOOOO! She becomes twice as large, and turns a scary
fluorescent green colour
Arwen: Oh Eru, Grandmother. Don't go nuclear on us! You'll burn the Lembas and evaporate the Tea!
Galadriel: Aaaaa-TCHOO. I'm sorry, Arwen, I can't help it. snort You know I always go nuclear when I
sneeze. It happened all the time when those Hobbits were in Caras Galadhon... with all that Shire pollen on their suits.
Aaaaaa-TCHOO! Iluvatar, I am sooo embarrassed...
Eowyn and Gimlette "tut tut" and shake their heads shrugging it off.
Galadriel: I'm so sorry for this, Eowyn sniffle
Eowyn: Oh it's ok. It just means we can keep chatting here outside right past sunset without having to light any candles...
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