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Post by Éowyn on Jun 16, 2008 15:51:12 GMT -5
"I doubt that the Rohirrim can compare themselves with you in strength, my lord."
*Lady Éowyn quickly counter-attacked. She had learned how to use a sword, and she was amazingly good at it. Then she hit her sword hard against his, with a clinking sound.*
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 0:33:56 GMT -5
((-_-; I'm better with fencing terms. *Headdesk* Sorry for the crappy descriptions...))
*Their blades glinted in the sunlight and clanked as they fought. It was an energy completely forgeign to him that coarsed through his veins. He had shuffled feet franctically, dodging strikes before--but with her... there was a newly found rush in every movement he made and every lunge and deflection she expertly made allowed him to forget about his worries at least for those fleeting moments.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 0:47:16 GMT -5
((Don't worry. Your English is way better than my anyway. And your descriptions are also better. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) )) *Lady Éowyn was thrilled. The Captain of Gondor was the best warrior she had ever met. Few of her uncle's men had been able to fight her back for so long. She had to give him credit. Her golden curls were dancing through the air as they fought, and her bright blue eyes were sparkling with joy. She lunged against his sword once more.*
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 1:03:14 GMT -5
((AWWW! Thanks! But they suck. T_T))
*Their bodies came flush against each other's for a fleeting moment as their swords locked. He had tried to push her off to try and get some distance but he fell, ungracefully, on his back and into the grass. It was not an act of chivalry but a genuine loss of balance. Although, if his opponent was a warrior even slightly less capable than she, he would have fallen on purpose.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 1:10:50 GMT -5
((*wipes away Rachel's tears* Hey, not as much as mine. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) )) "HA! Got you!" *Lady Éowyn pinned him down, and looked down on him with a twinkle in her eyes.* "Do you yield?" *She asked teasingly.*
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 1:20:57 GMT -5
*Faramir eyed the point of her sword. It was held inches away from his throat and he dared not move for a long moment. Then breathlessly, with a serious yet playful tone, he replied,* "Never--" *and picked up his sword. He quickly disarmed her with swift movements of his blade and hand and, unknowingly, pulled her to the ground.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 1:25:39 GMT -5
*Eowyn gasped in surprise when she landed on the ground, with him on top of her. She started struggling, and managed to to pin him down again. They kept rolling around on the grass for a long while. Then she got in a position where her skirt got stuck, and she landed on her back again, with Faramir on top of her. And this time she couldn't break free.*
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 1:47:18 GMT -5
*Their merry laughter mingled with the air above them before getting caught by gentle breezes that carried it away. Their bodies were leveled and his elbows were the only things keeping the minute distance away from them-- their faces, their lips. All of his self-control seemed to dissipate with the quick wisps of her breath that danced across the skin of his neck. Giving way to the burning temptation, he slowly began to close the distance between their lips...*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 2:24:09 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn was laying under him on the ground, unable to get away. She saw how his eyes darkened, and there was a fire in them that made her heart beat faster. She could feel her pulse thundering in her ears, and her breath became more rapid.
His lips came closer to hers. She looked deeply into his eyes, waiting for what was going to happen....*
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 2:55:52 GMT -5
*Their lips came awfully close and it pained him to pull away but he could not, in good conscience, go through with the kiss. It was then that he noticed that the two of them were in a horribly comprimising position: he was still pressed against her, breathing heavily and her skirt that traveled up, well beyond her knees.*
*Faramir shot up and stood, not daring to make eye contact.* "This was not my intention," *he said briefly.* "Forgive me."
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 3:00:59 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn quickly went back on her feet. Her face was flushed. She quickly arranged her dress the way it was supposed to be, and straightened her hair. She didn't dare to look at him either.*
"Please forgive me, my lord. This was not my intention either."
*A smile returned to her face, and she laughed away the embarrassment.*
"But you sure could fight!"
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 3:09:19 GMT -5
*Faramir quickly picked up his sword and sheathed it. The humour of the moment eluded him.* "It--This was a bad idea," *he stammered, picking up her sword and handing it to her.* "I shouldn't have."
*With his heart still hammering away in his ears, he turned and began to walk away.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 3:15:54 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn took her sword and sheathed it. Her hands touched his as she did, and she lowered her eyes and blushed.* "It was not your mistake, my lord. None of us could have foreseen that this would happen. Please don't be too hard on yourself. You are troubling yourself enough as it is." *Remembering that he was wounded, she quickly followed him, and placed her arm around his waist, to support him.* ((Back to the room? Out for dinner? You decide ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) ))
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Post by Faramir on Jun 17, 2008 3:23:27 GMT -5
*A bench was not far from where they were so Faramir walked over and sat down.* "My brother, he--" *he began but paused. He had finally found the mirth in this situation and he laughed.* "He used to call me a prude."
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 17, 2008 3:36:37 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn followed Faramir to the bench and sat down beside him. When she saw him laughing, she laughed too.*
"Well, the Rohirrim used to call me The Ice Virgin of Rohan. So I think we would make a cute couple. The Prude and The Ice Virgin. What do you think?"
*Her bright blue eyes glittered playfully against him.*
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