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arthur’s cerulean eyes snagged to how your hips shimmied as you arranged the dinner, eyelids drooping hooded. his tongue slipped lazily across his upper teeth, catching for a brief moment against a sharp canine before he sucked it back in, gaze utterly devouring you. plated on painted porcelain beside his broad arm resting across the tablecloth was a rich spread, mashed potatoes and juicy meat that had soaked in fresh herbs and vegetables.

he rolled his tattered cuffs up past ropey forearms to burly biceps, allowing you to trace the sight of veiny, hair dappled skin before you moved to pour him a glass of lemonade, fussing over him to ensure he was well fed.

within moments, his ruddy cheeks were stuffed with your cooking, weathered fingers wound tightly around the fork as he mixed the food on his plate. tawny eyelashes fanning low over chiseled cheekbones when his eyes fluttered in pure delight, chewing mouth letting out nothing more than a muffled, appreciative hum that vibrated through his chest as contented rumble.

younger than him by an age that would raise far more than mere questions, one had to wonder, what business did a man like him have beside a doll like you? why a hardened outlaw was sharing a bed with a girl who looked like porcelain? he had seen blood, he had spilled blood, he was a man built from violence, his hands had broken jaws and triggered the guns that populated shallow graves.

you, on the other hand, were born to wear whispering silk and win over rooms with nothing but a glance. you were meant to never know the face that violence wears, huddled beneath his arm in bed, the eiderdown comforter slipping down your tangled, naked bodies, tracing a gentle fingertip across the bullet scar on his shoulder and whispering “why would they do that to you?”

arthur would only close his eyes with shaking head, a lopsided, tired smile breaking his rugged features and curling at lips corner with a tut “beh'cuz the world’s full of bad men, sweetheart” his scarred knuckles descending over your curved hipbone with a slow, stroking caress, chapped lips leaving a featherlight touch against your hairline.

there were no concealing the evidence of his devotion upon your skin, bruises that lingered from the ankle bone and moved an upward patch, mottled hickeys and teeth bites that were sharp enough to make you keen in the way that got him even more hard. they're at your breasts, around sore nipples that get peaky when the dress fabric catches on them, provoking a tiny hiss.

your supple inner thighs, tender skin rendered to aching at even littlest movement, at your plump butt, where he laved a teasing tongue before sinking his fangs in and gnaw. but those are places where only you and him can see, while some are also a warning to other people, graced upon your form.

delicate throat looking mauled but keeping people at distance from trying anything funny, from approaching what's arthur's when he's not close to guard it with ferocity.

even though you squirm in fluster when women and men alike raise their eyebrows at those, you always trace them with slow fingertips when getting ready for bed, sitting by the mirror and shuddering once remembering his every greedy rasp. heart racing with anticipation for his inevitable return, knowing you'll arch for more.

you loved him beyond measure, giving him free rein over your body and space. welcoming him just as he was, even when he arrived with heavy boots caked in thick dirt that ruined your welcome rug, or with fresh blood splattered across the already burgundy collar of his new blouse. carrying the raw, heavy scent of sweat and the unforgiving open road upon his skin, yet it brought you no disgust.

instead, you melted into his every touch, allowing his rough, calloused thumb to press firmly into the hinge of your jaw, tilting your head back to accept the sloppy kisses he teases against your mouth seam. gentle palms flattened to the hard, broad planes that are his back, rippling as you clung to him, mouth close to ruddy ear, moaning arthur's name in a way that made gooseflesh erupt all over his corded forearms.

spine curved into a deliberate, pretty arch, rocking back and impaling yourself further on his gorged cock, as he pulled back until nearly losing the gushing heat around him, then thrusting in again, hips slamming to jolt you, breasts bouncing with the movement.

cunt pulsing around stretching intrusion, swallowing him from root to swollen tip, spongy walls clenching hot and tight, mewling a cry when his hips grounded in deep, slow circles that had your pussy fluttering and tightening, slick sopping.

teeth closing around your skin, tongue running soothing line across the pinched edge as you choked, the tension gathering at the base of your spine and making it rigid, hips rolling in slow, grinding arcs that lose their rhythm to uncontrollable. you tighten your legs around his broad hips, fingers trembling across his scarred shoulderblades and nails digging into the sweat salted skin.

every sound that get's punched out your crumpling lungs by merciless pounds goes straight to his cock, throbbing within your clamping gummy walls. “gonna give ya a babe that looks lak ya, make ya pregnant, would have to stay then” arthur panted against your forehead, ample chest vibrating through with a husky growl, and you whined a fractured “yes, yes arthur, please!”

whole body arching as he railed into your wet, eager heat, cunt snug and walls clamped with needy, wavering pulls that milked his girth and demanded it's release. roughened thumb chafing clumsy circles at your puffy clit, rolling and pinching the nub until you're creaming the flowery linens and coarse tuft at his groin.

he was right there, spilling hot ropes against the rounded lump of your cervix, seed spreading and dribbling in frothed mess between your quaking legs. his pudgy abdomen flexing, warm palms cupping your calves, holding them with immense care. and when you reached out to brush away a sweat drop that beads from his brow, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling your palm with a dazzling smile and a sweet, lingering kiss.

you wriggle when arthur tries to clean you up, face tucked to dewy cunt, licking a fat stripe from your cum daubed hole right to the ass, your fingers scrabbling against his scalp, twisted in umber brown tresses. trying to tug him away, eyes tear glazed with either fluster or utter mortification, cheeks burning hotter than they ever would from the sunburn.

yet he persisted, burly arms bracketing, tongue sweeping deep and tasting his own seed until a violent tremor seized your thighs, clamping together tightly as the sudden rush of your sweet release flooded his mouth with slick. he departed just as the sun dipped into its deep orange hue, casting a golden glow across the meadow and cooling the breeze that caressed your bare legs.

you stood at the threshold, draped only in his light brown tartan shirt, its hem hanging long enough to shadow your thighs, though the sight remained undeniably seductive. his goodbye kisses were agonizingly drawn out, lips lingering over every contour of your face, dragging past the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw, breath faint with the honey tea you had brewed for him before his departure.

holding his worn hat firmly atop his head so it wouldn't be stolen by the wind, which seemed to howl a desperate plea for him to stay. hand drawing from your waist with heavy reluctance, finally falling limp to his side, fingertips twitching with the tales of your warmth, but he had to go.

it would not be for long, this time. when he returned, carrying a few groceries he knew you would need and a bouquet disheveled beneath his arm, you opened the door with a caution that had never been there before. lake filling the meadow with it's rush, your eyes fluttered round with pure joy as you chirped his name, a sound he had grown so deeply accustomed to.

standing with your palm carefully pressed, as if cupping something precious, right against the curve of your lower belly, which was far more rounded than before. it was not weight, nor was it the result of eating well, it was the life of a child, his child, growing right beneath your heart. you looked up at him with simmering nerves, lips bitten raw, tremors already wormed deep.

“ain't 'unna leave ya now, honey, aah swear” arthur rasped, a sudden lump in his throat scratching sharper than any serrated blade. abandoning everything he had brought, not caring where it lands, he pulled you close to cradle your dainty figure against his chest. broad, heavy palm pressed over yours, squeezing your hand against the small swell of the belly, making you feel safer than you ever had, your forever man.

Like 'hm, I just did that to them'

And would poke a gentle fun at you, "Did I tire you out that much my sweet?"

And he is not the greatest at verbal reassurance; at times would be a little awkward

So his aftercare comes through his actions; fingers tickling your bruised hips, kissing along your bare shoulders, tucking you into the soft blankets beside him

He does enjoy a little time to talk afterwards, though, taking his time to make you laugh while you both catch your breaths

Sucking in each other's scent until you're pulled away from the perfect moment by Denethor sending a guard to call for his son

Which of course, makes the proud and noble man grumble in annoyance at having to remove himself from your naked embrace

B - Body Part

(On themselves and on their S/O)

A strong possessive streak he has

So your thighs and hips would be literally all he sees when he's fucking you

Your thigh strength, wrapping around his waist and constricting hi,m would have him weak every time

Especially if he's trying to take his time pushing into you, only to have you lift your legs and PULL him in

His chest feels heavy with strong desire every time you do that, and he finds it impossible to hold himself back when you're acting so desperately to have him inside you

On himself, he likes his chest

A place of vulnerability, where his pumping heart and breathing lungs lay

And to have you lay your head against or tuck into it, he feels so connected and protective

Shielding you with himself, it makes his pride swell, thinking you find him safe

C - Cum

(Anything to do with cum)

A part of Boromir LOVES the claiming aspect of sex

He is so into finishing inside you, pushing himself as far deep into you as he can go each time

It feels to him like an act of possession, a way to state his claim over you

Becomes almost primal over it

But intimacy would play a big part, him pulling you to his chest, breathing hard in your ear as he releases

But in saying that, he does love the messy aspect of it

He is not squeamish, of course, battlefields are not the cleanest places either

Messing himself over your thigh, especially his favourite part of your body, coated in his cum? He's shaking

But when he wants you, he wants you

Will go multiple rounds, just getting himself worked up again from the layer of cum that glistens on your naked skin each time

So you'd end up covered, inside and out

D - Dominant

(What are they like as a dom?)

A very prideful dom

With his position as Captain of Gondor, commanding comes naturally to him

But a protective, leading dominance, putting your hands where he wants them on himself

"Let me guide you, my love. Let go of control for a while, you're safe with me."

He uses his voice strongly, firm commands to you, gentle praises, and growled warnings when you tease or test him

Like when you bite him a bit too hard, or escape out of the pinned hold he has your wrists in

Sometimes the passion and adrenaline he has on the battlefield spills over into bed, and he fucks you with rough thrusts, desperate, lasting kisses that consume your lips and tongue, like he's fighting to possess and claim every inch of you

But there is never a sense of fear or demand; he has a soft edge to him

And having you yield to him the way you do is the hottest thing in his mind

Not having to brat tame or force you into submission, but instead having you so willing for him to take you, always has him painted with a soft glow of pink on his cheeks

E - Experience

(How much experience do they have in their past?)

As Captain of Gondor, he has travelled, fought and most likely has had a fair few share of lovers

So he is not inexperienced, but he is not careless in giving himself away easily

His rough life in battles, demands, duty and all the fuss of it would have him seeking comfort at times

And he would find it in flings that he has at stopover towns, camp followers, servants or women of the city of Gondor that have shown interest in the noble man

However, he is quite confident in bed

Not arrogant about his experiences, but rather just thankful he has them, so he has an idea of how to make you feel good during your first time

F - Favourite Position

(Speaks for itself)

He actually kinda loves taking you against a wall

Having you press your chest and front against it while he leverages your hips out, giving you a chance to steady yourself when he first pushes in

And he likes being able to keep his balance there, even bracing himself with a hand against the wall above your head when he's being particularly rough (I hope you guys understand my position explanations)

But when he desires to see your face, he pulls out and turns you around with swift hands

Lifting you by your thighs and pressing your back against the wall, wasting no time to push himself back inside and continue his rough thrusts

Loving that you're now tucked into his neck, and he can hear your gasps and moans so clearly in his ear

Makes him feral, only wanting to fuck you harder to make you louder

G - Goofy

(How serious are they?)

Despite his serious exterior, Boromir has the habit of cracking a joke in the middle of intimacy to lighten the mood

Possibly to ground you again when he's going particularly rough, or ease the tension slightly, reminding you that you're safe

And being a bigger man, he has the habit of being clumsy, knocking over candlesticks and paintings off walls when he has you pressed against them

You guys laugh it off rather than him being embarrassed

And would like to tease you slightly, especially when leading up to intimacy

Like him pulling at your clothes when you're both running to the tavern room, slightly drunk and horny for each other

Or nibbling on your ear when he's leaving, love bites along your shoulders, making you twitch and squeal slightly at the tickling feeling

Or tickling the skin of your hips by rubbing his beard along them, enjoying how you wriggle in his grip

H - Hair

(How well groomed are they?)

Your average hairy man

He does not groom himself often, so it becomes a jungle at times

Thick, dark strands that cover his legs, pubic bone, chest, underarms, forearms and of course his face and head

But he does have a thing for you touching his hair during intimacy

Like tugging on it slightly when you're in missionary, pulling him down to bring your lips together

He is groaning against your mouth as you dig your nails into his scalp, affected so deeply by the pleasure he is giving you

Or even having you brush it from his face while you're riding him, wanting to see clearly how his eyes haze over and watch you

Makes him feel a bit subby, and he always lets out a sigh of approval

I - Intimacy

(How's the romantic aspect?)

Although Boromir does come across as a more confident man in bed, he does very much need a long-standing trust with someone for it to mean he is truly giving over his body and soul

Yes, he's capable of having sex without much intimacy involved, especially when it has been flings, moments of fleeting desire and horniness

But with you, the intimacy is a must, and it makes the whole experience feel so much deeper and pleasurable

Even during these moments, he keeps his strong protective nature of a leader, almost making sure you're comfortable, feeling safe and completely present with him

Small moments would add a strong, intimate tone to sex, like him whispering your name over and over while he feels his orgasm pooling in his belly

Or him keeping his cloak wrapped around you afterwards, making sure you're warm (and smelling of him and sex)

J - Jack Off

(How often? Where and when?)

Libido is high on this one

So he jacks off a lot, once a day at the least

When he is alone, he is never not thinking of you, replaying your pleasured moans in his mind over and over

Imagining your hand on his cock instead of his own

And at times, although he feels so dirty doing so, he might grab something that smells of you

Like burying his face into the pillow that you slept on as he cums

Or your shirt that you forgot to grab out of his chambers as you left

He does not rush himself, enjoying the build-up and the anticipation

In his mind, it can be a ritual of some kind, like he is 'readying' himself for you, for when he sees you once again

But he likes to give himself aftercare, lingering in the smell of your shirt, or massaging his skin, or just longing for your presence in his moment of vulnerability

K - Kinks

(One or two of their kinks)

He has a thing for size

Being oh so much bigger (6ft and above in the books) he gets SO obsessed with how he just covers you with his own body

Especially if you're in missionary, he admires how you become caged beneath his body

Also adds to his possessive streak, loving how he can just pull you to his chest and have you covered with his limbs for no one else to see you underneath him

Also, sensory control, anyone?

Slight whispers, commands to help intensify the pleasure for both of you

He does like to put blindfolds on you at times, or put one of his shirts over your face so you're buried in his scent while he ravishes you all he wants

"Hands behind your back, love... and no peeking. I want you to trust me."

He also loves a bit of aftercare intimacy

Like after you've made him cum with your mouth, and you continue giving small licks and kisses to his length while he catches his breath

Or kisses along his chest and neck while his calloused hands weave through your hair lovingly

L - Location

(Favourite location to have sex)

He does not have a favourite location; it does not change anything in him

But of course, some places are easier than others

But he tends to find a way, no matter the location

Once fucked you so roughly in a tent while he was travelling with his men, he had you in doggy, the back of your head to his chest, while he covered your mouth with his hand, muffling his own moans by biting his own arm

And another time, he had the bravery to touch you up on horseback, reaching around from behind you to rub your clit through your loose slacks

But got told off by you when you were alone, saying it was too risky if someone walked or rode by, but he only laughed and teased

"Don't pretend like you didn't like it my love. I heard the little whimpers you were letting out."

M - Motivation

(What turns them on?)

When other people show interest in you, a fire ignites in him

He gets the urge to show who you are with

And he stews on it, like if a man flirts with you at a royal gathering in the Citadel, oh, Boromir will be counting down the hours to get you back to his chambers and claim what's his again

A devilish part of him would want the man to watch, but his jealousy would tell him that he would hate for someone to see you like that

He also gets very stirred when you allow him to tend to you in a caretaking way

Fills him with love and longing for you, like when you've hurt yourself and you trust him to tend to your wound

Or him holding you after an exhausting day, brushing your hair from your face and tracing patterns along your skin

The sweet moment slowly turns to desire, and his small pecks on your lips would deepen, his hands slowly descending to your hips

N - No

(What turns them off?)

Withholding trust

If you do not completely yield to him during sex, he becomes insecure and worried that you do not feel safe with him

Even if it is during roleplay, or you're doing it to rile him up, he does not enjoy it and prefers to have you open and willing

Because of this, he always notices when you become quieter during the act, or you become disinterested, and so he stops right away

Also, doesn't like the thought of other people seeing you naked or getting fucked by him

Voyeurism is off the table, unless you're watching him or him watching you when masturbating

You're his and his only, and the thought of someone else seeing you all fucked and desperate makes him cranky

That's only for his eyes

"I'll have you in every way I can, but it is never for others to see. What is mine stays only seen by me."

O - Oral

(How good are they? Do they prefer receiving or giving?)

He is not shy about giving, approaching it with the same intensity that he does everything else about you

He is so obsessed with just making you take it, becoming rough with his mouth, sometimes biting to make you squeal and wriggle in his grasp

Pinning your thighs apart and down as he gives you every bit of attention he has

When he's planning to fuck you, he always uses his mouth on you first, claiming that he's trying to get you ready for him

For oral on him, he goes a little shy at first

But will never say no if you offer, but he gets worried about hurting you because he gets very into it

Starts with soft hands in your hair as you lick at his shaft

But once you start taking his length and moving up and down, his head is thrown back, and he is letting out breathless moans

Hands hold you in place, sometimes being unable to help himself, and he forces you down as he thrusts into your mouth

Always apologising afterwards when you resurface, all red-faced and coughing

P - Pace

(Slow and sensual? Fast and rough?)

His pace picks up as you both go further into intimacy

He is driven heavily by emotion, so every thrust, every push of his hips is led by a strong wave of tenderness

Whether it be slow and soft, letting himself feel every bit of your walls glide against the skin of his dick

Or rough, fast and primal, where he chases the cried moans that fall out of your mouth and how they make him want to do nothing but fuck you even harder

And despite his dominance, he is always in tune with what you can take and what is too much

So if he is concerned during those moments of roughness, he backs off the pace and gives you slower, more friendly thrusts to give your insides a break

Q - Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies?)

Heavy situational intensity with this man

He is a man of many duties and jobs, and with his high libido, he is at times forced to have you hard and fast

Like in the mornings when he has to be somewhere but you're splayed across the sheets, naked and begging for him to come back to bed while he puts his tunic and armour on

That's when he'll just pull his attire down just enough for his cock to fall out, and bend you over quickly

Or during times when you visit him during his training, and he has been desiring you all day

And so he makes the short ten-minute break worth it by fucking you up against the wall in the armoury

R - Risk

(How much do they like to experiment?)

He weighs danger out when he experiments

Something too risky, he is not a fan of, but he does like to push it

Like I said in Q, he isn't against having sex somewhere out in public

The risk of being caught he likes a lot, but the idea of actually being caught would break him

But kink wise, if you bring something up to him that you would like to try, who is he to say no?

He is all for a little bit of BDSM, like spanking or bondage, but something that could hurt you a lot, he is not taking part in it

Slapping or hair pulling, he does not like, even on himself

S - Submissive

(How are they as a sub?)

The shift of you being dominant towards him gets him very excited because it's a rare occurrence

Like if you pin his wrists, sit on top of him and tell him tonight you're in charge, oh, he's you're dog to command

Tell him to kiss your feet and he will, push his face into your crotch and he will lick like no tomorrow

But he is not meek, he will challenge and tease; let out a groan when he gets denied by you, so you have to put him in his place with a tuck to his cock to get him folded and begging once again

It is a sense of emotional release as well; he can forget the titles and the duties and just be Boromir with you when you're in charge

"Use me and do with me what you will my love. For once, let me be yours to command."

T - Toys

(Do they like toys? On themselves or their S/O?)

He is not one to keep a chest of toys or be very focused on using something else to give you pleasure

He likes to rely on his own body, his own skill and his knowledge of yours

May use bindings or blindfolds, simple belts, straps and cloaks

Quick, practical solutions basically

He is cautious but curious, and would not want the toy to become the complete giver of pleasure, because that's his job

But he would like to see how it would enhance your experience

He is never interested in using them on himself; you're all he ever needs

But his possessiveness sometimes even looks at the toys as something to compete with, so when he's feeling like that, he will toss them to the side for a few sessions and rely only on himself to bring you to the edge

U - Unfair

(How much do they like to tease? Do they liked to be teased?)

Boromir loves it when you tease

Like when you ignore his dominance and challenge his position, he gets all excited because he gets to show you just who you belong to

Also being teased in public and made to wait, he finds unfair and frustrating, but he likes the build-up of tension between you two when you do it

Subtle glimpses across the room and hidden hands brushing along each other that have a heavier meaning behind them

But sometimes he gets himself so worked up over your lasting touches on him throughout the day, and you get him lying in bed with him thrusting up into your hand from just you brushing against the head of his cock

He is not one to tease you much, because he cannot hold himself back a lot of the time

"I always plan to leave you hanging, until you're begging for me to fuck you, but seeing you like this... I lose all my restraint."

V - Volume

(What do they sound like? Are they loud or quiet?)

Boromir is one to be a bit louder in the bedroom

Controlled growls often leave his mouth, guttural sounds that communicate his dominance and desire rather than just from pleasure

He is VERY loud when he finishes, he lets out a sharp cry

If you could not tell when he had finished from his actions, you can definitely tell from his noises

But your noises egg him on a lot of the time, and if yours increase, then so does his

His vocal intensity also seeps out in little sentences, most of the time alluding to some sort of dominant claim over you and your body

"Do not move sweet... not yet. Not until I say so."

W - Wildcard

(A random headcanon)

He has a very quick duality that he switches between

As mentioned in P, he changes from soft and soothing to rough and fast during sex

But a lot of the time, this switch is fast

One second, he's running his hands down your back, admiring your skin beneath his fingers and listening to your soothing sighs

And the very next, it's like he just suddenly becomes overwhelmed with desire

And he pushes in without warning, immediately picking up the pace while you gasp and cry in surprise

He does it to hear your shocked noises, and just seeing you go from so relaxed beneath him to just being pounded by his dick unexpectedly leaves him breathless

X - X-ray

(What are they like underneath the clothes?)

Strong and well-shaped body that comes with a warrior's stamina

He has marks to show years of battle and struggles, littering his body and adding little stories to scatter along his skin

He is not the most well-groomed; he lets his body hair run a little wild, not seeing any reason to keep it under control

Cock wise, he is more thick than long

A size that has your eyes widening the moment you see it, worrying about how it would work

But he only has to work you open with a few fingers before he pushes inside you each time, prepping you for his fat cock

And it gives him an ego boost while he is at it

Y - Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

As mentioned, pretty high

He is the type to fuck every day if he gets the chance to

And with you, he tries his luck at least once a day, feeling himself grow horny each time you two are alone, whether it be in the mornings before he leaves or the nights when you two crawl into bed together

Or if it's been a particularly rough day, like he wasn't doing well at training, he lost a battle harshly, or a man thought it would be funny to grope you on the street, he would desire you a little more

Heightened emotions always have him longing for you and your affection

Z - Zzz

(How quickly do they go to sleep afterwards?)

Boromir has the habit of crashing very quickly

He has a warrior's stamin,a yes, but he is no elf

And so when you both have finished, he does his aftercare (A) for you both and then tucks himself in to you to get to sleep

His snores are quick to come, and you always chuckle at how worn out he is after his sessions with you

But he will wake quickly if he notices your restlessness, sleepily asking you what is troubling you

And although he may be half asleep, he will always stay awake if you need him to

Boromir

Boromir is MUCH less subtle than Aragorn

And so when you do not notice his flirting, he is so deeply confused and almost baffled

He gives such heavy compliments, describing you to your face as "radiant" and "gorgeous", but you only thank him and move on quickly

He stays close to you while the fellowship is walking

He places a hand on your waist to softly shuffle you out of something's way

He places his bedroll close to yours each night, staying awake for a while and asking you questions about your childhood and your life

ALL the signs are there, but literally everyone can tell but you

It's almost comedic, and he finds himself becoming even more intense out of desperation

Offering you his clothes when you're cold, always lingering next to you, calling you pet names

Until one day, he just downright asks, "Do you not see what I am doing?" to which you just cock your head, and he sighs deeply out of frustration

Faramir

Faramir already assumes he is unworthy of you, and so your obliviousness only solidifies his insecurities

You unfortunately interpret his affections as his natural kindness

Which makes him faintly smile and withdraw heavily with each interaction you have, making you believe you are doing something to upset him

But it's actually him becoming scared of being obvious, because he is terrified of rejection

And he could never force clarity from you; he would rather wait until you downright tell him if you feel the same way

Forever pining Faramir

He treasures small affections, such as your hands brushing when you're walking, or you lying your head on his thigh when you both sit outside the houses of healing in the garden

Boromir has a field day with it, though and loves watching his brother mindlessly pining over you

Eomer

He thinks he's made it clear from the start and that you're aware

He gives you affectionate names, rides beside you always, compliments your strength and beauty all in one breath

But when you only pat his shoulder in a very 'friend' manner, he freezes and stares out of disbelief

He feels he has made a fool of himself, and so he must redeem his pride

He becomes more physical, respectively

Offering to brush and tie up your hair, wiping dirt from your face, a strong hand on your waist to steady you when needed

But you strangely interpret his actions as Rohirrim custom, thinking to yourself 'Wow, they are strangely affectionate towards each other.'

But only when you bring it up to Eowyn one day that she frowns and corrects you, saying that Eomer does not act that way with anyone else, do you start to question it

But he is more direct than some others, and is not afraid to speak his feelings

"Is this not signs of courtships where you come from?"

Eowyn

She does not flirt easily, but when she does, she aims to make it meaningful and full of intent, and so your obliviousness slightly hurts her

She gives silent affection and rare compliments that hit deep

But defends you extremely fiercely, especially when someone is bothering you

But seeing you treat your tenderness as simple loyalty makes her lose a bit of hope in something happening between you two

She may take it as a sign that you are not interested at all, and withdraw slightly

But the tension remains through long stares

If you seek her out after she misses out of your usual time together, she softens and becomes hopeful, realising how much she truly craves your touch

It is then that she would be direct, telling you that she needs to be seen and heard, not overlooked

The confession is raw and emotional, but worth the slight suffering on her part

Bard

He does not flirt lightly, so if he is doing it, it is with clear intention

And so your obliviousness unsettles him slightly

He is never ignored by anyone when he flirts, so this would be a first

He commits acts of service as affection, such as bringing you food, fixing your clothes for you, sharpening any weapons you need and bringing you on his boat for any reason you may need

And protects you at all points he can

But you only thank him like a friend, leaving him with his brow furrowed and him disheartened

He begins questioning if you are truly just ignoring him on purpose

But the moment someone else shows an interest, he is there SO quickly by your side, acting slightly hostile

Which made you start to wonder about his feelings

His confession is simple but direct, coming up casually in conversation while you both were cooking dinner together at his house

Your genuine surprise had him in stitches laughing, because how could you have never noticed?