16. Anoint My Head
Anoint My Head ("...you anoint my head with oil...")
"You have a headache," said Eowyn softly, looking over to where Faramir attempted to doze.
"I do," he answered, "but that should not surprise either of us on this day."
"I know," she answered, swallowing a little, and a slight shiver taking her that had little to do with the chill March weather. "I took precautions today."
"Precautions?" asked Faramir, opening an eye.
"Lavender oil," she said with a half-smile. "For calming nerves. I did not choose healing lightly, and I have taken my herbal studies to heart."
"My clever wife," murmured Faramir. "I wish I had your foresight."
Eowyn rose and moved with a rustling of fabric to sit at Faramir's side. "If you like," she said, "I could massage your scalp with it, and it might ease your headache. That is," she added, "if you would not mind smelling of lavender."
He smiled, though his eyes remained closed, and said quietly: "I would be most grateful for whatever remedy the master healer suggests."
So Eowyn took a small phial from her pocket, and poured some of the sweet smelling oil into her hand, rolling it back and forth and breathing upon it to warm it. Gently resting Faramir's head on a cushion, she cupped her hand and let the oil run smoothly from his hairline to the back of his scalp. With her long fingers she began to rub it in, swirling in circular patterns over his scalp as he breathed in the soothing fragrance. She could feel the loosening of tension as she worked.
"Thank you," he murmured, leaning back into her gentle treatment. The minutes passed without another word, until: "Did you know that in primitive elven cultures anointing with oil was a coronation ceremony?"
Eowyn bubbled with laughter, and her fingers danced lightly around the more sensitive spots behind his ears. "Oh Faramir, only you could bring up history even when being cured of the headache."
"It was not only a fact," he continued, gently protesting. "Suppose you that the King would find the implications of this royal treatment interesting?"
"Bah," said Eowyn affectionately, "the King knows that I could hold no nominal royalty in higher honor than you." And she finished with a brush of her lips to his brow.
Faramir lifted himself until he looked into Eowyn's eyes. "Well then," he said with a grin that portrayed all that needed to be said about the success of the remedy, "if the King has no objections, I believe I may add Queen of Herbal Treatments to your titles, beloved." And he pulled her in for a gentle kiss, ending March 15th of 3022 with warmth that belied the outdoor weather.
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