── ✰ ❝ WIP Wednesday
The Éomer x reader is a go!
You asked him about his battlefield adventures, but he demurred, his granite-etched brow growing cloudy.
“You are such a precious companion,” he said, “and this night so full of life and hope, why speak about such things?”
You glanced at your plate, the edge glinting in the firelight.
“I simply wish to know.”
“Another day,” he said, gesturing to a servant to bring more wine. “My feats are storied, but at times, they are not the stories I wish to tell.”
After that he was mum for a time, taking a large bite of roast. He took a long time chewing, and you gazed at his round, honest face with its skin like well-worked leather. He smelled of sweetness and salt at once, though his skin and hair looked freshly washed. Already, a tender, percolating feeling stirred inside you, and you felt like you were melting into the candled summer air.
Some weeks later, he asked for your hand.
