*sprints to ask box* hi, hello! I would like to request Éomer head canons! Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything! I am in dire need of more Éomer content to love. ❤️
We could really use more Éomer content, which is just a reminder of all the wips I have for him sitting around...should get to those.
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Always insists on doing his own ceremonial braids, only for Éowyn to fix his work because he never manages to do them correctly.
Knows the name of every horse and rider in the Rohirrim.
Enjoys good weather when riding, but when he’s in Edoras, he doesn’t mind a bit of rain.
He’s extremely overprotective of his sister, at times losing his temper with potential suitors who he deems unworthy of her.
Éomer likes people as much as he likes horses though he doesn’t always show it.
Éomer has a bit of a sweet tooth, indulging in extra portions when given the chance.
While he enjoys mead, Éomer is more likely to encourage drinking contests rather than participate himself. But when he does, he usually wins.
While his heart lies with Rohan and with the Rohirrim, it’s lonely at times upon his return home. He longs for someone, more than family, to greet him.
Terrible with romantic gestures and words, oftentimes blunter than his original intentions.
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Lost his virginity in the stables as a young lad, tumbling the in the hay with a sweet maiden. It was over quickly with neither of them particularly satisfied.
Deliberate with who he takes to his bed. Unlike other men, Éomer doesn’t run through women, preferring to make choices with a level-head (thought that doesn’t always happen.)
When at home in Edoras, Éomer prefers sleeping naked, enjoying the feel of furs against his skin.
Enjoys sex after a fight. Still coated in dirt and blood, he thrives in the rawness of it, of the fleetingness of life.
Prefers it rough and raw or slow and deliberate. Éomer likes to be in the moment, taking things as they come, not plotting a course but simply riding along with the journey.
Not much of a talker during sex. When he does speak, his words are intentional.
Takes a more dominant role in the bedroom. He leads the Rohirrim and leads in sex.
A giver until the end, loves feasting between a woman’s thighs all day. Would stay there forever if he could.
When he or his partner comes, he wants to look into their eyes as he does it.
Even on the road, Éomer finds private time with his hand, especially when he’s stressed and needs relief.
Eomer Falling In Love With A Librarian Reader Would Include...
Request: Oh gosh, Eomer is amazing! Maybe some headcanons with Affectionate Librarian Reader x Eomer? He would visit royal library a lot more then he used to before getting to know her... bonus point is she is plus size of course! I also imagine faces of everybody where he walks through a corridor with a stack of books in his hands pretty much everyday!
Oh my gosh!!! As someone who has wanted to be a librarian their whole life this is just-
(I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @errruvande.)
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Eomer my beloved you are the light of my life I am so glad to be finally writing for you, you deserve everything <3
The first time Eomer ventured into the Royal Library of Rohan, you believed him to be completely lost. Not because he couldn’t be academic as well as a cavalryman, of course, but because he wore a face so determined yet so lost. Believing him to be wandering around the kingdom before he was due at some royal banquet, or clandestine meeting between the kings of men, you were shocked when you found him sauntering down the spiral staircase before you with resolution resounding from the fall of his boots.
Instead of speaking, he lingered between the two brass candle stands that lined the final step of the library steps, just glancing at you from behind furrowed eyebrows. Removing his hands from behind his back, he bows lowly to you and finally breaks the knife-cutting tension in the dust swirling air by inquiring to your health in such a dim lit tower abode such as this. From stiff lips, as he follows up with a query as to your isolation, you manage to catch the breathlessness as he speaks: the twitch of his fingers from where they stay linked in front of his waist.
From between the teeth of surprise that jags at your throat, you manage to mumble out a joke about the drips of crimson candle wax that fall onto your desk having more of a backbone than Grima Wormtongue, and thus being much better company than any other in the halls of Rohan could be. His lips twitch up at your words, and for a moment the two of you just gaze at each other with rising peachy cheeks and obvious gentleness: an akin and allied sweetness in the curve of your lips, the vulnerability of your frames as you thump your head down into your hand and Eomer begins to slump his stomach down and allow himself to just breathe. After a few more moments of him standing there stock still, awkwardly: as if he had lost the notion of how to use his feet, he eventually grunted and managed to bid you a fare evening, bowing down once more. His eyes never left yours, smouldering and intense and burning as he turned on his heel and left.
The whole encounter left you feeling bewildered for the rest of the night, and for the next few days... until he came back again just a few quick morns later.
This time, he managed to even venture a little further in, to sit down on a stool opposite your journal ridden, ink splattered old oak desk. He eyed the insignia on the wall as he watched you work, fervently pouring over old records and cross referencing them with unrolled scrolls that were so ancient, they nearly made you sneeze into pour Eomer’s face once you had unwrapped their ribbons. The smell of damp mildew and warm cider was comforting enough to let him sit relaxed for a while, just awkwardly watching you work and chiming in from time to time with some obscure, near forgotten fact his father had taught him when he was younger.
His intentions confounded you as he left once again once the moonlight began to pour through the cracks of the open mullioned window, and yet you found yourself missing his company whenever he was gone too long. Thankfully, he never was unless an urgent matter of kin or kingdom drew him away: he found yourself drawn to the Library, to you, as if he were a speeding arrow drawn tight by destiny and left spinning to fly its charted course: your heart. He came the next day, and the next, and the next, until it became the first venture out into the cold autumn air when he rose and dressed; it became the last place his wearied body sought out when his scouting was done under the unforgiving stars.
He asks your help in seeking out a particular book he’s found himself wanting to read since his boyhood: a rare novel on the intricacies, intelligence and intrigue of the Mearas breed of wild horses. As you’re searching through the creaking, cracked bound volumes amidst the heaving and sunken rows of shelves in the small sub-room, you can feel the intensity radiate of Eomer as he pretends to search beside you. ‘Accidentally’, as his fingers scan up and down the spines, the side of his palm and pinkie bump against your hand. At first his stern façade seems to falter, but he quickly recovers as he turns his head back to the shelves and pretends his heart isn’t thudding as loud as a cavalry march against his tunic. As he lowers his hand and turns to go back to the entryway of the alcove, he clenches his fingers as they burn to reach back and grab your hand once more.
A few days later, he’s come back with the numerous handfuls of books that he hasn’t read, but has collated from you. Seeking yet another new one, this time on the techniques of hand to hand long sword fighting, he’s granted another opportunity to feel his whole body alight with the need to be close to you. Reaching up on the ladder you’re carefully balancing your tip toes upon, the edge wobbles a little too haphazardly off the cobbled floor and sends you near sprawling backwards. It takes Eomer less than a millisecond to widen his eyes, jump off his seat and lunge forward to catch you within his heaving arms. The two of you are too busy catching your rustled breaths to realise just how tightly Eomer’s holding you against his trembling chest, and how comfortably and gratefully you’re resting your head against the chainmail.
From then on, the man tries to cause trouble on purpose just to get close to you ;) He ‘fortuitously’ knocks over a whole pyramid stack of ancient scrolls, refusing to allow you to pick them up all by yourself. He apologises profusely as he kneels down on the floor beside you and begins stacking them back into his hands, but he’s grinning from ear to ear once he feels the edge of his thigh hit against your knee. It was at this moment that a confused Eowyn stormed by; bemused by the stories and gossip she had been told by the fellow Riders of Rohan, of how Eomer has spent night after night stumbling out of the Library with books piled to the heavens in his arms - more than he’s ever even looked at in his life, she had gone seeking him. After all, as Frygar had told her, how many times can a man be hit in the chest with a gauntlet when they brave the courage to ask Eomer why he’s busy trawling through pages of Numenorian history in the stables instead of saddling up to ride?
Peeking from the side of the outer circular wall, Eowyn peeks behind the heavy wooden door and nearly gasps in surprise to see Eomer laughing, parchments lying forgotten on the ground as he lounges on his side. He’s watching you with clear adoration, throwing back his head and howling from his belly as you sit cross legged beside him and do yet another awful impression of Gandalf the White. When she greets her brother the next morning, sitting beside him with her own plate of food and cup of mead, she only smiles and laughs into her mug at how blood-shot and bleary his eyes look, and how much he’s grumbling with each bite of his bread to have to be away from the Halls for so long today.
One day, before he leaves once more, Eomer stands before you for a moment, balancing the latest pile of books within his arms. You can just about make out the raised set of his eyebrows as they perch above the edge of the pile, and yet with some effort he manages to lower them far down enough to lean over the top cover and press a swift kiss against your cheek before he leaves.
It’s worth the knowing grin on his sister’s face as he walks back down the pine-columned corridor and back to his chambers, as if carried along by the caressing current of a sweet dream. Dumping the books down on his bed, he decides to head straight out onto his perch tonight, already knowing he will be unable to get a moment’s rest with his head so swirling with galaxies. Instead, he decided to watch the diamond dust that scattered across the celestial sphere, knowing within his heart that he already loves something so bewitching, compelling, so mesmeric that the mere thought of them could blight each and every star above.
Hello! Could you please write some Headcanons for Aragorn and Eomer with a Craftsman s/o? I'm learning Leatherworking and Metalsmithing specifically, so I'd love to see something about that. And maybe they meet because she makes them something for their quest, and she flirts by gifting them new scabbards and tools and such. Thanks so much, keep being awesome!! 👍
hello there! ahhh yesss i’ve always wanted to learn to do leatherworking, that’s super cool. anyways, i hope you enjoy these and thank you for requesting! :D
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Aragorn Headcanons
she/her
You worked in a quaint little village as their local craftsman
you were really good at a lot of things so you kinda became a jack of all trades
Aragorn was just passing through and needed some new equipment, and after some local directions he found your shop
You were hard at work when he walked in, and since your back was turned to him he had a moment to take you in
you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen
but he was here for business though and so he introduced himself and started looking at the wares you had to offer
you however saw this gorgeous hunk of a man and was like “yup this is the one”
like instantly you were head over heals for him
you casually flirted with him and gave him special attention
he didn’t notice however and just kept getting what he needed
you threw in some extra tools and small useful items when you were giving him his purchases
when Aragorn commented on it you just waved him off and said they were gifts
he was confused and tried to insist on paying for them
you replied that he could repay you by having dinner with you
he was still very confused but went along with it
over dinner you both shared a little about yourselves, but Aragorn being the mysterious man he is you did most of the talking
all too soon the night was over and you bid farewell
both of you ended up dreaming of the other
Aragorn started making regular return trips to your town
You began to expect him and would prepare little gifts for him
sometimes it would be something ornate like a new scabbard or it could be something small like a necklace
he also brought you gifts from the other places he visited
sometimes it was special herbs or flowers, or maybe it was a dress or fabric
either way you both developed a routine and feelings
Aragorn never thought he would recover from Arwen but with you he felt different in a good way
you made him happier and more relaxed
he found himself missing you terribly when he was away
finally, after dinner one night, you two were talking and walking together when you accidentally said you loved him
Aragorn was shocked to say the least, and he got scared and left without another word
you were hurt and cried yourself to sleep that night, and you chided yourself for ever hoping he would feel the same
Aragorn did feel the same, but he was too scared. after all he was a ranger and he wasn’t supposed to have attachments that would tie him down.
so he tried to get as far away from you as possible, but you kept reappearing in his dreams
finally he realized he has been so wrong and that he didn’t want to live his life without you
immediately he returned to the town, hoping it wasn’t too late
you were a little mad when he came back, but you agreed to hear him out
as Aragorn confessed his real feelings your anger couldn’t stay any longer and you forgave him
you both embraced and held onto each other tight
you felt so right in Aragorn’s arms, and he swore to never let this woman go again
Eomer Headcanons
she/her
You were a newcomer to Rohan, having moved there to start up your leatherworking business
Eomer heard about it and came to check it out
Again it was love at first sight
Eomer was down bad for you, and he tried being so suave and flirtatious
he was a bit surprised when you boldly flirted right back at him
You were so beautiful, but he began to also like your personality
He commissioned you to make a gift for his sister’s birthday
You were honored such a high ranking person would use your business and so you started working on it
Eomer used checking on the gift’s progress as an excuse to come visit you often
you grew to enjoy his company and both of you swapped stories
he always stayed way longer than a normal customer would
somedays he would be absent due to him having to go out with the Riders and your shop just didn’t feel the same
needless to say you were always happy when he returned safe and sound
finally the gift was done, and it was perfect
you were kind of sad, however, cause it mean Eowen probably wouldn’t visit as often
the day he came to pick it up you tried your best to not be sad
to your surprise, Eowen invited you to the birthday celebration as his date
you gratefully accepted, eager to spend more time with this man you were hardcore crushing on
When Eomer saw you enter the room he was rendered speechless
he already knew you were beautiful, but seeing you in your dress was the most glorious thing he had ever seen
if he wasn’t already he definitely was smitten with you now
Both you and Eomer danced the night away and enjoyed yourselves
at the end of the night, he finally got the courage to ask you if he could properly court you
He says it once, but after that, he probably wouldn’t say it unless you say it first, he does, however, say ‘my Love’ or my Starlight’ in his native tongue. It’s also in the way he touches you, he’s always so soft and gentle.
Aragorn
He would the first to say it, but after that, he doesn’t say it often, it’s not because he doesn’t feel comfortable, but he just doesn’t think about it, he’s more like to use the term ‘my love’ in private.
Faramir:
He doesn’t know how to say it at first, he feels it of course, but no one’s ever said it to him, as far as he can remember, he shows you though, even he’s not aware he’s doing it. Once he does finally get those words out, he says it all the time, don’t be surprised to hear it at least once a day. He just wants to make sure you know he loves you, he never really had that.
Boromir:
Like Faramir he doesn’t really know how to say it at first and the only way he knew to show it was by praising you, in person like his father did, and talk about you to others like he did with his brother. Like Aragorn, he wouldn’t find the need to say it all the time, and that’s okay with you.
Eomer.
He would say it first, then after that, he would only really say it when he was leaving on a mission and he knew he would either be away for a while or he knew it was a dangerous job. When he is king, he would say it at night when he comes in late and thinks you are already asleep, of course, you would say back, he would always blush.
Haldir.
He would say it first, not long into your relationship, after that like Legolas he would call you ‘my love’ in his native language, but he would still say ‘I love you’ on special occasions. He’s much more affectionate than you would have expected and this is how it really shows.
Oh my goodness Poppy! Congratulations on 1k, that’s so amazing and you so deserve it! For your 1k celebration, can I request an Eomer NSFW alphabet? We need more for that blonde horse lord and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the love! Oh. My. God. Éomer is my beloved. I adore him. Of all the lotr men, he is my favorite. I would marry him without question. I’d give that man anything! Thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you enjoy!!
Éomer x Female Reader
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
This might be controversial, but I don’t think Éomer would be great at aftercare. At least at first. Hear me out! When it comes to intimacy and sweetness, Éomer knows what he’s doing, but I cannot see him knowing what to do during aftercare. He would help you clean up, but it’s not anything special.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)
Éomer loves your shoulders. Whenever you’re wearing a dress that reveals the shoulders, his first instinct is to lean down and place a soft kiss there. It’s also the first spot Éomer kisses whenever he removes your clothes.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It always has to go inside you. Éomer wants to make sure you’re full of him all the time. He wants you dripping with it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Once tried to go to a brothel but couldn’t go through with it. All the pretty women giving him attention made him nervous.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Experienced but with a caveat. Éomer isn’t unknown to sex, but what the two of you have doesn’t necessarily fit into what he’s experienced. He had to learn and adjust in order to align with your needs.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loves a good missionary or modified missionary. Missionary isn’t vanilla folks! Éomer knows how to spice the position up. He also enjoys pressing you up against something and quickly getting under your skirts/dress for a quickie.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I wouldn’t call Éomer goofy during the moment, but he does have a gentle sense of humor during the act. I can easily see him leaning into a playful softness that could send him or you into laughter.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Carpets match the drapes but isn’t super well-groomed on the road. If he is in Edoras, he is better groomed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very good with intimacy. This is where Éomer excels. Éomer is liberal with compliments, and verbally expresses his love often. He is more likely to tell you how much he loves you and why he loves you before, during, and after the act.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Very comfortable with it, but doesn’t have the urge to do it if you’re around. He did it a lot when he was a younger man on the road and spent a lot of time away from Edoras.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink. Hardcore breeding kink. This man wants to breed his woman, and you cannot change my mind about that. He wants to fill Meduseld with his children. I would even go so far to say that he might have a pregnancy kink which only makes him crave his wife even more when she’s pregnant.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Would rather be in a private place, but also cannot help himself when he really wants you. Éomer loves a good quickie where he can pull you into a dark corner and go at it. He’ll take the risk on that account. Otherwise, he wants to be in the bedroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Highly motivated. Éomer will happily get it on whenever. You could simply give him a look and he’s on it. Éomer is clearing the room or the two of you are leaving immediately. But Éomer is also respectful of your needs. He won’t initiate unless you show genuine interest, and he also knows to backoff if you’re not in the mood.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Never make you feel guilty for not wanting intimacy. Éomer respects consent and your feelings. This man has emotional intelligence, and will validate you when you’re not feeling it. He will never beg or push or guilt trip you for not wanting to have sex with him. He will also never do anything that might potentially injure you like choking.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers receiving, and has a fantasy of you taking him into your mouth while he sits in the throne. Éomer does enjoy giving but he prefers using his fingers on you simply because he likes watching all the expressions you make.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends. Éomer is more of a slow and steady guy especially when he knows he has plenty of time with you. But as someone who likes quickies as well, Éomer will happily be a bit rough and fast when the moment calls for it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes. Absolutely. With his breeding kink, Éomer wants to have you as often as he can.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Game to experiment but only with your initiation.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Pretty good stamina. Could easily go two rounds and possibly a third depending on the day he’s had.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Nah. No toys. Éomer wants to be the only one to give you pleasure.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Rarely. Éomer is too sweet for that. He might tease a little bit but it’s mostly for intimacy’s sake and not to punish or prolong pleasure.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not loud in terms of volume, but does talk a lot. Will verbally praise and give affirmations before, during, and after the act. He grunts more than he groans or moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves it when your thread your fingers through his hair and tug.
X = Xtra (an additional headcanon)
Sometimes walks up in the middle of the night and just admires you in your sleep.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high. Éomer needs to satiate that breeding kink.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Very fast. When he’s done, he’s done. Éomer is the type to roll on his back and immediately pass out.
You said you're encouraging more than one request for your follower event. 😁
So would it be okay if I grab the following:
1. Lord of the Rings
2. Éomer
3. Favourite foods
4. It would be fun to explore Éomer's cooking skills. I bet he grew up never really having the need to cook food when dwelling in Edoras, only when he was riding through Rohan with his éored, so can he cook and if yes, can he cook his favourite meals for his sweetheart and be able to impress her? Fem!reader please.
Thanks so much! ❤️
You're the best!
I am encouraging people to send in more than one request. These are all quick headcanons. Just fun, brief, writing prompts for me to do for all of you. This is a follower event after all!
Goodness, I adore Éomer so so so much. Out of all the characters, that one is the man I’d marry (other than Sam because he’d be such a good husband).
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Éomer is a decent cook. He’s much better than Éowyn (sorry girly I love you).
Growing up in Edoras, Éomer did not need to look after himself in this regard. If he needed to eat, someone would provide for him. It’s not a life skill he had to learn until he began riding.
I would even make the argument that he had to start learning this skill early on. Before he’s made Marshal of the Mark, Éomer had to take rides out with different companies of éored as a way to learn. I can easily see a young, preteen to teenage Éomer riding out and learning the necessary skills to survive, one of them being cooking.
Éomer doesn’t always cook. I imagine an éored will either have an assigned cook or the duty is rotated amongst several to help feed everyone. This frees up hands to do other tasks like take care of the horses and sharpen blades. But I also think Éomer wouldn’t discount himself. Éomer takes care of his men, and he isn’t arrogant. He’s a leader who sees himself in the eyes of the men he rides with. No duty is too small or insignificant, and even Éomer will assist in cooking for his men from time to time.
Because of that, Éomer learned to create hearty and filling meals for himself and his men. Not only does he utilize the food provided, Éomer knows how to live off the land and use its resources to cook.
He absolutely takes pride in this skill.
When it comes to a romantic meal for his partner, I can see Éomer wanting to cook something to impress them or take care of them. This is one way he shows affection and creates connection with his partner. He doesn’t do it all the time, but when he does, he goes all the way. Éomer will make sure a private table is set up in his quarters, that the mood is romantic, and that you’re having a pleasant time. He wouldn’t expect anything afterwards. Éomer is a gentleman. He respects boundaries.
Éomer wouldn’t cook a meal that he makes for his men, but I can see him adapting or changing a few things he’s learned to do something for his partner/wife/lover, etc. For example, he might swap out something he’d scavenge out in the wilds for something readily available from the kitchens.
And Éomer absolutely cooks everything in the kitchen of Meduseld and every single cook in there silently judges his skills. They won’t say anything to his face, but they will judge and make sure he doesn’t accidentally set anything on fire or burn anything in the process.
