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He squeezed her hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm, then moved forward, intending that she walk with him. Moments like this where he could freely talk with his family were rare, and on days of peace even rarer, and Faramir thought he would soon wake up from a lovely dream, for this could only be one.

And yet he did not wake, and the dream went on.

"The people of Rohan now view me as an unwelcomed guest, for my presence this morning has caused their beauteous queen terrible distress." He turned towards her and smiled. "There is naught to worry, my lady. The White Lady had not found fault with anything. You may take my word for it, if you wish."

And it was true. Faramir could not forget the lovely mood that fell on his wife when she set foot in Meduseld. To him, she had never looked more beautiful than she did with the warmth of Rohan surrounding her.

As he began to speak, Lothíriel began to look worried, until he went on and she saw there was no need to fret. Really, she should have known better. She had three elder brothers who always teased her, and Faramir had his own way of bringing amusement to their conversations, but for some reason she always fell pray to his deceptions, harmful though they were.

"That lightens my heart, cousin. I am here in the home that used to be hers, doing the duties she once executed beautifully. I am glad nothing has gone amiss." Pausing to rethink that, she added, "Yet," with a smirk up at him.

Faramir chuckled. "Surely such sentiments have no place here. Not in the home of the beloved king and queen of the Mark! I fear what the Lord Éomer would say should they reach his ears."

And yet he knew Éowyn's brother was of stout heart and stouter love for his cousin - there was nothing to fear.

"The Lord Éomer well knows my concerns, as he was forced to listen to them again and again prior to your arrival. He too assured me there was no cause for such worry, but I believed that as a Marshal oft far from home, he was not the best judge as to the housekeeping particulars of the Golden Hall."

However, now that two of the very small number of most important men in her life had assured her that she had done well, she was in higher spirits and not longer felt concern over what Éowyn thought.

"I shall lay my worries to rest now. Between you and my husband, I see all is well."

"You seem to think that being far from home makes him blind to the changes done to it," he said lightly, looking around him and at the colorful tapestries decorating the grand hall. "Yet it is my belief that the longer one stays away from home, the more one seeks to surround himself with the familiar, and the more one sees the changes done to them." He glanced at her before continuing, "That he has not said anything against you is a silent testament to your skill, and his great love for you."

Lothíriel looked at her cousin in curiosity. She had never considered things in such a manner before, but she had assumed a man would not care for matters in what was known as the woman's realm.

"Truly? You believe that, even if he were preoccupied with other matters, he would have told me if I was doing anything wrong?" She looked away for a moment, digesting this. "Not all lands can be like Dol Amroth, and I do not wish to impose all that I have learned there here on Ro-- the Mark."

Her face heated up slightly, and she bestowed him with a smile. "Éomer says only outsiders refer to his land as Rohan, and I am an outsider no longer."

"Nor should you consider yourself to be one," he said lightly. "One cannot ask for a more beautiful land to look after, Lothíriel. I trust that you are not finding it difficult to settle here?"

Faramir felt it his right to ask, especially as Rohan was so unlike Dol Amroth in many ways.

"Oh, not at all," she answered immediately. "The people are kind and loyal, and the land is perfectly suited to provide nearly all we need." She took his arm and lowered her voice, eyes sparkling in mischief.

"I will say its only fault is that it can be a great deal colder here than in Dol Amroth. I have had to have new gowns made to combat the chill."

He laughed affectionately. Éowyn had brought most of her gowns from Rohan to their home in Ithilien, and was set against having more made. Yet if she asked, then Faramir would certainly be more than happy to indulge her. He had no doubt this was also how her brother felt toward his own wife.

"Did you?" he asked. "Forgive your cousin, for I have little understanding for the need for more clothes - though certainly I can appreciate them."

"That must be because men may find themselves comfortable in whatever they might wear. Women are meant to be looked upon, and the fabrics may look beautiful, but provide little else. I was used to wearing silks, and now I must wear wool and velvet." But she waved a hand, dismissing the topic.

"I am sure this is of little interest to you, though you do humor me so in giving me leave to speak of it. Of what now shall we speak?"

Faramir became quiet for a moment. There was something plaguing his thoughts, and it pained him to realize that he had no one to speak to about it - until now.

"I would ask you a question that perhaps may strike you as odd - yet I would wish for none but a plain answer," he said, his tone low.

"Do you wish to find yourself back in Dol Amroth, despite how happy you seem away from it?"

His question greatly surprised her, and she wondered at it. Her brothers had questioned her on several occasions preceding her marriage on whether she would truly be happy in Rohan and would she not miss her home by the sea too greatly to bear it, but she had not expected such an inquiry from Faramir. Perhaps he meant it in a different way than her siblings.

"Why, what do you mean? My first home shall always have a place in my heart, and at first I felt the separation keenly, but I would not give up this land for anything. I do, of course, hope to visit Dol Amroth from time to time, if the circumstances in the world allow, but it is no longer my home."

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