Leads of Fate - Part Two
Éomer x Reader
Intro: The reader helps Éomer to get his horse back and they find out that they have a something more in common.
Word count: 1.375 (Part 2 of 3)
Warnings: none
Writer’s notes: English is not my main language, but i wanted to share this with you anyway. =) Hope you enjoy it!
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Both wandered without saying a word. You were too worried to say something worse, and he was looking tense for somehow. You can see your wooden house by far, the sun is almost set, and you call your animals by the name as you walk among them until you get to the stables where there was water for his horse.
He noticed you were quiet for a bit, and says the first thing that came to his head “Uh, Nice place you got here...”
You smile a bit tense “Thank you, my father and I bought it some years ago, it was a devastated land, the house was falling apart.” you laugh as the memories returned to your head when you and your father had to sleep on the outside scared that the house would fall apart while you sleep.
“Your father was an honorable man, he had great respect for the land” he laughs as he say “He hit me so hard on the head every time I missed a throw with the spear he always said ‘the prey deserves a clean death, so, to miss the throw would be a dishonor to the animal’s life’, he believed no one deserves to suffer even our enemies” He noticed he was talking about death while you father had just passed away…. “I’m sorry, milady, not the best of the stories”
You smile knowing how dear your father was to him “Don’t be sorry, it was the only thing he loved anyway, the training, the battles, serving the King and his family… I never knew why he left Rohan if he loved there so much”
Éomer remembered that his tutor left the palace some time after his parents passed away and his uncle had a new advisor, he was banned the same way as he was days before he met you “I wish I could have listened to him sooner about my uncle’s advisor...”
“What do you mean?” you asked as it looks like an important deal
“He was expelled from Rohan the same way I was, for not agreeing with Gríma Wormtongue, the King’s advisor. I’m sure that bastard has something to do with the King’s son’s death as well...”
You look shocked for a bit “The King’s son is dead?” you ask, only now the idea of he being the heir of the throne hits you. Éomer doesn't seem like a man that would do something that bad to be banished from his own kingdom.
“If I ever hear that bastard touched my sister I...” he says with anger on his eyes, and for a moment he scared you. “I’m sorry milady… I didn’t mean to yell, but I caught that bastard looking at my sister with lust on his eyes, I must assume that I almost killed the man for that”
“Is Éowyn safe there?” you ask concerned.
He remains silent, worried about his sister, but then smiled thinking of her stubborn attitude. “You know her… She knows how to take care of herself.”
You both didn’t notice as the sun went down while you talked. “Do you want to stay for the night? These woods are dangerous after the sun goes down. You and your friend here look tired of running” you pet his horse that finish drinking water and now was eating the hay by the stables.
“I don’t mean to bother you….”
“Please, stay.” You ask again without thinking of your words, but on the other hand, it would be nice to have someone to cook to after gathering all those roots and herbs during the day. “I was just about to make dinner. I insist...”
“It would be an honor, milady” He closes the door of the stable where his horse was, and follow you inside the house.
“Please, make yourself comfortable” You say as you entered the house.
He take a look around, it is a small place, with a table and some old chairs around it. The small oven was on the same room as the table, there was no kitchen, and there are only two more doors that probably take to the bedrooms. He spots a portrait on the wall of your father and some horses paintings as well. “It’s like looking at a mirror to the past” he says nostalgically as he looks at the painting of your father. He walks by the living room he kept amazed by the horses on the wall “I wish I knew the artist… they look so happy and free”
“You’re talking to her...” You giggle as you clean the roots you gathered on a bow of water. “I’m glad someone else then my father liked them.”
“I did not know you also painted” He approaches the table where you’re cleaning the vegetables for dinner. He holds your hands by impulse and looks into your eyes enchanted by its unique color pattern. “If only I knew where you were before…” You both blush and he let go your hands “I mean… you’d surely be the main artist of Rohan’s Palace” he lower his head and his cheek looks as red as the pepper you were holding.
You smile at him, you can’t say if he was amazed by your work or by you. You couldn’t think of what to say to him after that “Oh where are my manners? There might be some old clothes on my father’s bedroom, if you want to put some comfortable pieces to sleep. Feel free to choose anything that suits you while I finish the dinner” you show your hands full of dirt of the roots, so you wouldn't be able to help him for a while. This would give you some time to think on his absence. You also offer him a bow of warm water for a simple bath. “It’s not a royalty bath, but it’s what I can offer by now”
“Thank you, milady” He gets the bow of water as you point the door of your father’s bedroom.
Almost half an hour goes by, you’re finishing your vegetables soup, he steps out of the door, with a dark green shirt that belonged to you father, it surely matches his eyes. His face was clean of the dirt and sweat from running in the woods before. It comes to your mind that he absolutely became the most gorgeous man you ever met. Without the heavy armour you could see his muscles under the shirt that was a bit small to fit him. You remain speechless as you look at him.
“I remembered him bigger” he smiles while opening his arms showing you the shirt.
“You were a kid…” you laugh and clean your hands on your own dress as you get closer, asking him to turn around. “I could remove the sleeves to fit you better” you say as you use a kitchen knife to remove the sewing of the sleeves, it was only for one day anyway, and it’s not like your father was going to wear it again. “The night isn’t that cold, and you can get any blanket as you feel like.”
“Isn’t it wrong to get his clothes like that…? I feel...”
You hold him by his arms and look him in the eyes “He’d be honored to see the man you became...” His arm’s skin was hot, and you could feel his muscles contracting as you got closer.
He bends closer to you and his face is so close to yours that you could feel his breath. Suddenly he gives you a soft kiss on the lips. He was afraid of what you would think of that. Even he didn’t know what he was doing, to kiss a girl he practically just met, where was his mind on? For his surprise you extend the kiss getting even closer to him. He wraps his arms around you, the kiss gets more passionate as if you knew each other for a long time and were expecting to do this for years. You both stop slowly, with raptly soft kisses on each other’s lips. You hear his stomach make a noise of hunger. You laugh, and caress his face “We should eat now, before the soup gets cold”. ***** Read Part One Read Part Three
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