Eomer exhaled the breath he'd been holding and stared into Moira's eyes.
"Yes?" he asked, incredulously. He'd pushed the limits of his courage to ask her to marry him, an unusually rash decision for him. They hadn't been seeing each other long, after all, and it wouldn't really have surprised him if she'd turned him down and--
His thoughts were interrupted by a kiss, full of passion, and for a few moments all he was aware of was her warm mouth and the sound of the rushing water of the Brandywine.
She pulled back to look at him, smiling. "Yes."