She watched as Merry opened his mouth and closed it again. His eyes still seemed to be bulging, his cheeks were on fire. He looked at Éowyn and gulped. He blinked at her, opened his mouth again – and closed it once more, pressing his wide lips into thin, tight lines. Then he cleared his throat and looked at his feet, studying the wayward curls on top of his feet in much the same embarrassed manner as his granddaughter had done in the kitchen a moment ago.
For a second Éowyn thought he would lie to her. Sometimes he held her in too high a regard, wanted to treat her like a lady, a daughter of kings and widow of a prince and steward.
But then Merry only thumped the book with his right indexfinger. "Willow happened on this when she went in her because she is missing her parents." He halted and cleared his throat again. With a hoarse voice he continued. "I can't believe this." He swallowed hard. "I don't want to believe this." His gaze dropped to the floor and to the discarded silk scarf. "This... this... is sick!"
Now it was Éowyn's turn to clear her throat. She knew that her face showed the same scowling expession her granddaughter had looked at her with in the kitchen. Éowyn was blushing. She felt her cheeks grow hot. And she knew without a mirror that her fair complexion had won once again and that colour was rising in her face in a rosy flush. Blood will tell, she thought, grimly.
"Actually," Éowyn started. And had to swallow again before she was able to continue. It was hard to keep her composure. "Actually," she repeated. "It's not."
Merry just stared at her.
Éowyn had to bite down on her lower lip hard. "To be honest," she said, wrinkling her nose in an effort to control her reaction. "To be honest... to be completely honest... it's fun!"
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