I Thought I lost you - Éomer
Requested By: @kahlstop
Reader is courting Eomer and she rides to war with eonwyn and stays by her side but gets stabbed with a blade (quite deep) so after Eomer runs to eonwyn and she is taken away by Aragorn, one of the riders tell him that reader is mortally wounded and so he rushes to get to her and she’s asleep for a long time and one day she wakes up and there’s fluff and tears and he proposes cause I never wants Reader away from his side!
I kinda changed it a little but overall, it’s still the same, just some minor tweaks. I also included a little bit at the end when you first came to me with a request. Your original request, (’Hullo! Could I get an Eomer x (human) with the morning after the wedding Fluff?’), is kinda at the end of this one.
I hope you like it, especially after I made you wait so long for this, which I feel super sucky about. I’M SO SORRY AHHH.
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Mentions of blood. Mentions of injury/wounds. Mentions of SMUT, (no actual smut). Pretty much it. Plus, fluff.
Words: 1,979
Pairings: Éomer x Reader (x female reader)
(A/N: Is it just me or can anyone else just kinda imagine this dude being like a sweet lil’ virgin and he would 100% save himself for marriage?? Yeah?? No?? Maybe??)
(A/N 2: My doods, why do I suck at thinking of titles lmao)
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“Éomer, please, do be careful.” The slight hint of fear in your tone as you spoke to the man that courts you were audible to him and him alone, as the others surrounding you make a ruckus preparing to ride out and fight.
Éomer deeply breathed out through his nose as he leant down to place his forehead against your own in an affectionate manner. “I cannot promise that I will make it back, my love, but you must know that I will try my hardest to return to you. even if I were to be missing an arm and a leg.”
You close your eyes softly and gently rub your nose against his own, relishing in the moment that may be considered the last you share with the man of Rohan, the man you love.
Voices boom away from you both, calling those to ready to ride out. Reluctantly, Éomer pulls away from your grasp, the heat from your body dissipating almost immediately, making him miss your warmth already.
“I shall see you soon, my love,” he called out, stepping further and further away from you. With one last look of longing, he turned and made haste towards his horse near the front, helping to lead the charge.
You watched his back until it disappeared within the crowd and sighed. You turned your face towards the ground, eyes burning with unshed tears.
But then, a commotion to your left caught your attention. Peering over, you spotted the hobbit they called Pippin clash and lock eyes with a soldier. After witnessing their interaction with your eyes trained solely on the pair, you’re quick to realise that it was no soldier, but, in fact, Éowyn.
You inhale sharply, realising why she wears the armour and why she has tucked away her flowing, blonde hair into the helmet. She was planning on going to war. And that is when a plan of your own formulated in your head.
With that, you were off to set your plan into motion with a final sentence uttered quietly to yourself. “You shall see me sooner than you think, my love.”
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It wasn’t too difficult to find a horse that wasn’t in use surprisingly, even easier to swipe spare armour and a pair of men’s trousers. Your dress was speedily ditched so you could adorn the metallic protective wear and flexible clothing, although, it needed minor alterations to accommodate your figure.
As you follow on horse back with your own sword sheathed at your hip, you make sure to adjust your helmet properly atop your head, ensuring it’s secure and proper fitting.
Yells, no doubt commands, were faintly heard from your position way far into the back of the herd. Your head snapped up at the authoritative voice and that’s when you realised, you’re on the outskirts of the battlefield, your enemy appearing as tiny figures from the opposite side.
You suck in a breath, preparing yourself as you see the first few rows of men ride quickly across the large, open area, seething in anger, battle cries from both armies. The satisfying sound of your sword being pulled from its sheath and the weight of the weapon quickly occupying your strength consumed you and soon enough, your own battle cry was heard as you and your row charged out, joining the fight.
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Your horse was abandoned in the early stages of the fight, quickly being cut down by an enemy. You fought ferociously, swinging your sword left and right, slice through enemies with speed and precision, the blood of your enemy coating not only the blade you wield, but you, yourself.
As you fought to protect yourself and bring down the enemy, a worrying thought stilled lingered in the back off your mind, distracting you plenty. Where is Éomer? You have failed to even catch a glimpse of your beloved, adding a weight to your chest. A painful, heavy weight.
But just as you brought down yet another grotesque orc, your eyes seemingly land on the person you’ve been worried about most. Those dishevelled locks of sunshine swishing animatedly around him, discarded helmet somewhere on the floor, as he swung his own weapon, a faint glistening of sweat coating his forehead.
Upon closer inspection, you note how greatly outnumbered he appears to be. Five enemies closing in on him, forcing him to strike twice as hard and twice as fast as he slowly takes steps back. Concern and an overbearing amount of courage surged through you, seeing the person you love in such danger drove you to run towards the man and his foes, your arms raising your sword high above your head.
The orc brought his sword down, but instead of clashing with Éomer’s, he was surprised to see another blade from a soldier taking the brute force of its swing. You force the orc backwards with a hard shove, it stumbling over its heavily booted feet, before quickly swiping at one of the others that continued to advance.
Éomer was quick to join your side, readying his stance quickly and charging forward with you. Orc after orc you worked together to bring down, soon, a moment presented itself to allow you to finally breath in, albeit shakily.
The both of you were so caught up in that tiny opportunity for a breather that, before you knew it, an orcish blade swung out towards Éomer. Panicked, you jump in front of the man, you sword missing its mark, allowing the offending weapon to impale the right side of your abdomen below your ribs.
A pained scream tore itself from your throat and you began to fall towards the solid ground as Éomer was quick to take down the orc. As your back connected harshly with the ground, your helmet separated from its position on your head, exposing your (H/L), (H/C) hair to all, to Éomer.
Éomer had been so caught up with the battle that he didn’t have the time to observe you properly, not until now, now until the woman who had captured his heart lay on the floor heavily wounded, blood oozing out of their injury, slowly losing consciousness.
He quickly dropped to his knees beside your weakening body and stretched his hand towards you shakily, afraid to touch you in fear of escalating your pain. “Y-Y/N?” You were writhing in pain and he knew that if he didn’t do something fast, whatever that may be, he will lose you.
He quickly but cautiously placed one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, your face already scrunching up at the pain. “I’m sorry, my love.” He lifted you, raising to his feet, all the while a agonising, pain wrenched scream tore itself from your throat. Éomer could feel the tears build up within his eyes but he willed himself not to cry, not yet. There was still chance to save you.
The sounds around you became a distant buzz, you felt numbness mix with your pain. Your eyelids grew heavy and you didn’t know whether you could keep them open for much longer. “Stay with me, stay awake. Don’t close your eyes.”
Éomer’s words of encourage did little to help, although you appreciated them all the same, and you closed your eyes, falling unconscious, the darkness greeting you as the man you loved carried you across the battlefield.
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There was a soft light that you took notice of from behind your closed eyes, waking you up more with each passing second. Your eyelids slowly fluttered open and when light came into contact with your (E/C) orbs, you were quick to squeeze them shut once more, groaning.
“Ah, good, you’re awake,” a soft, feminine voice spoke to the right of you. Still feeling groggy from sleeping for so long, you turned your head towards your right and squinted your eyes, only to see a female healer organising what appeared to be a large bowl of water atop the bedside table. “Please, try refrain from moving, it may agitate your wound further.”
You lightly placed your hand over your abdomen whilst looking down, faintly remembering what had happened out on the battlefield. You opened your mouth to speak but it appears the woman had already known the question that was at the tip of your tongue as she swiftly cut you off.
“Lord Éomer is fine. If I’m correct, he should be waiting outside of the room. He’s been quite persistent to see you,” she softly giggled. “Should I tell him you are awake and want to see him?”
All you could do was nod, slightly dumbfounded by the fast pace of the conversation. She gave a curt bow before making her way around the bed, across the room and out of the door, gently closing it behind her.
Not even a full minute later, the door opened once more to reveal the man you’ve so desperately been wanting to see. Like a crack of a whip, he crossed over to the left side of the bed you lay in and sat on the edge, clasping his larger hands around one of your own.
He brought them up to his lip and placed a timid kiss upon your knuckled. “Never, never do something so reckless like that again. I thought I lost you.” Although it was barely mumbled against your hand, you heard him loud and clear.
A small smile broke across your face as you pulled your hand away from his own, only to reach up and gently cup his cheek, stroking it with a feather light touch. Éomer leaned into it almost as if it were routine, which forced your smile to grow.
“Lets just be thankful that I am alright and that we are here together, yes?”
He chuckled lowly, nodding in agreement before leaning down, being mindful of your wound, and resting his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes, relishing in the sweet moment between you both.
After minutes of silence, Éomer decided to finally break it. “Marry me.” Your eyes shot open, only to be met with his that were already looking down towards you expectantly, his gaze hopeful.
“Yes.” Your whisper was so quiet, you were afraid he hadn’t heard your answer, but one look at the massive grin that found its way on to his face told you otherwise.
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---ONE MONTH LATER---
Morning light bathed the room in a soft glow, rousing you from your sleep. Your eyes slowly opened to be met with a broad, bare chest and arms comfortably tight around your waist. You smiled, closing your eyes, and burying your face into Éomer’s chest, scooting closer into his warm embrace and inhaling his scent.
Your smile grew as you felt his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, a loving kiss placed on your head. “Good morning.” You could almost hear the lazy grin as he spoke with a voice still laced with sleep, an octave or two deeper than usual.
You lifted your head up to look towards your new husband and smiled seeing as he was already looking down at you. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep, my love?”
“I think you already know that I, in fact, didn’t get much sleep.” The low rumble of a chuckle was a pleasant feeling.
“I must confess, even though it was tiring, I enjoyed consummating our marriage.”
You giddily giggled as your hand lightly traced shaped across his chest. “I do believe that neither one of us need to be anywhere so soon. Maybe we should consummate it once more, just to be sure.”
His relaxed expression turned into a wicked, mischievous grin as he manoeuvred his body to hover over yours, his arms propping his body up, hair falling on either side of his face. “Ah, yes, just to be sure.”
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Man, I suck at getting stuff out
College had been kicking my ass man lmao
I’m pretty much free though so I’m all good to write again, I guess
Also, this was the last request I received before throwing myself into college work so, yeeee
Anywho, I hope you enjoy
As always, requests and constructive criticism in welcomed and greatly appreciated :D
