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Éowyn had clapped her hand over Faramir’s mouth. No, he wouldn’t have spoken, nor cried out, but he understood why she wanted to take precautions. His cousin was kissing the king of Rohan quite passionately, and she was enjoying it too much for her own good. When they had stopped, they stared at one another for a good long moment, gazing at one another like lovers. If they hadn’t only met that evening, Faramir would have been quite touched. Éowyn had not removed her hand, though. He had to strain to hear what Lothíriel said next. “I would advise you to stop your ears.” “Stop my—why?” said Éomer. Lothíriel screamed by way of response, and then slapped him hard. |
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