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This feast had gone on far too long for his tastes. The golden hall had become uncomfortably hot and the mead had long started flowing, causing the usually beautiful song of the revellers to turn more akin to the howling of wolves. Éomer turned to his right where his wife was seated and gently grasped her chin, gazing into her eyes. "We should retire for the night and leave the hollering to the drunk. What say you?" Éomer then leaned down and kissed her lips, confident that this argument of his was a very convincing one.

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TROY (2004) dir. Wolfgang Petersen

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They. Just. Love. Each. Other. So. Much.

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Meduseld by Alan Lee

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

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what makes aragorn so irresistible is actually that he’s the king, the soldier and the poet all at once

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you ever just minding your business and then you feel The Grief

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Eomer, Marshal of Rohan R 0571 Magic: The Gathering Card from the Universes Beyond: The Lord of the Rings: Tales of Middle-Earth series

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you seem… distracted.

He was indeed distracted. Distracted by her. Dol Amroth offered a beauty different from the Mark. Instead of a green grass sea, the sea was blue, and instead of buzzards the gulls sang. The sandy beaches were unlike the bogs or riverbeds, and the castles of stone different from the wooden, golden-painted halls of his home. Éomer enjoyed every sight greatly, but it all paled compared to Lothíriel. As they watched the sun set beyond the sea together, and dip the ocean into a veil of oranges and pinks, his hazel eyes turned towards the princess in his company instead. Her smile was more beautiful than anything the sun could offer him, and the sun was far away and distant, while Lothíriel was here.

She had noticed it now, that he was not entranced by their view, but rather by her, and Éomer smiled, not bothering to hide it. He reached for her hand and lowered the golden head to kiss it. "I am certain the sun will forgive me for ignoring her this day. For she will rise again tomorrow, but I do not know when I will see you next. I hope it is soon." He could not bear to be parted from her, even though he had no right to feel this way. The lady Lothíriel was not yet his, though he dreamed of it.

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Imagine you're Éowyn and you have to listen to Gríma insult Éomer and call him unreliable and Éomer is not even present to defend himself 8(

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And behold! there Lúthien walked before his eyes in Rivendell, clad in a mantle of silver and blue, fair as the twilight in Elven-home; her dark hair strayed in a sudden wind, and her brows were bound with gems like stars.

Ofsilverandblue - an independent, selective Arwen Undómiel. Book-based with borrowed movie elements. Penned by Moon (she/her, 30+).

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MELANCHOLY & ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS . . . 70 lyric excerpts from tamino's albums, lightly edited for more interaction possibilities.

"You're everywhere – in every melody and in every little scar."

"Everything dies. So does memory."

"You have come to love what you always feared."

"Don't tell me this was a dream."

"Something hides in every night."

"Don’t leave it there, just give it a chance."

"If only I'd forget you after one last dance."

"I've seen the world's most beautiful places."

"I feel as if I'm a walking machine."

"This might as well not be real."

"It feels like I've always been blind."

"Life isn’t all about extending your time."

"It’s the perfect time for a bottle of wine."

"And why do I still care?"

"I am only here to break your heart in two."

"It's wrong to keep you near me."

"Death suits you, dear sir."

"One could call me cruel and deceiving."

"These poems that you preach are being wasted as you speak."

"For you I'd give an arm."

"I'm one of few that never meant you harm."

"From time to time I wonder – did you do it to feel desired? For love to replace your shamе?"

"They would pay any price to kiss your skin."

"The blinding darkness before we met is all I need to remember you as the light you were."

"I'm afraid that no amount of fame will ever wash away the shame of knowing not how to love your only friend."

"Can't you help it? Thinking of me? I think you love me, it's like you must."

"You almost have a lust for making something of me."

"I see no care for this place in your sullen gaze."

"No one else could match your flavor."

"Strings of my imagination, now gracefully strung by your hand."

"I stray from the signs. They have showed me nothing."

"He made the days all pass me by."

"They held me chained and captive so I could never join the sea."

"I've given my words to you, and I'd do it again."

"How can we refuse a cease of fire between your heart and mine?"

"Well, I'll surrender first tonight."

"I've given my heart to you. You know its ways."

"I'm the one. The trigger for your gun."

"I'll be coating my treasures in fire so none but the damned may prize them."

"Is it our time that's hollow or is it my chest?"

"Your walls are built to break."

"Our touch crosses oceans."

"All I am worth depends on you."

"Life was not aware of me, and I wasn't aware of life."

"Your fascination has always fascinated me."

"I've seen enough to know where I belong."

"You can't prove me wrong."

"Hope you don't mind me staying where I please."

"You may have your thoughts, a sketch of who I am – but you don't know me."

"Mercy is your foe."

"You've already dug a grave, and now you hope I misbehave."

"Even when there's none to blame you always shout my name."

"I don't owe you. I've never owed you."

"I developed taste in all sorts of ugly things."

"Weren't there times when you cared for me?"

"Haven't you thought about all we could be?"

"Stop the tears welling in your eyes."

"I dream of living a life where neither of us fears looking behind."

"Is your faith restored now that every heaven’s out of reach?"

"Tell me who'll be next to blame."

"Don't just look away. Let me know for once what’s on your mind."

"Don’t you notice me?"

"I'm ready to lose everything for your love."

"The longing never watered is the one that grows."

"Every dawn's a mountain, and I'm climbing them without you."

"I'm trying to remember the color of the sky back home."

"I'm older than my mother when she gave me the day."

"You’re tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom."

"Is that what you hang on to?"

"One day you might wanna dwell on all the distant years."

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One of Éomer's biggest love languages for both his family, lovers and his friends is absolutely acts of service. Peeling an orange for you, saddling your horse for you, cleaning your sword for you, checking you for injuries and bandaging them for you, fixing your broken instrument for you, cooking for you while out in the wilds, etc. No task is too menial, he likes to do something for others and that doesn't change even when he becomes king.

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Then Éomer was silent, and looked on his sister, as if pondering anew all the days of their past life together.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" - J.R.R. Tolkien

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📜 Incorrect quotes generator (accepting) - @celevrian

The lady of Rivendell was a most lovely sight to behold. Éomer enjoyed to watch her hair in particular. While his wife's hair was dark as midnight, Celebrían's differed depending on the time of day. The sun spun it gold, the moon turned it silver. It was little wonder that Elrond had lost his heart to her. Thinking about Elrond's obvious love for his wife made Éomer greatly desire to see his own.

He knew that Írisse was currently with Celebrían, so he asked his way around to try and find the lady's chambers. Polite as he was, and not raised in the wilds, he waited in an antechamber, which was furnished with little tables and comfortable seats. On one each table stood small flasks in different colours. Intrigued he took one, opened the elaborate cap and took in the scent to discern what the content may be. Was it..alcohol? Or was it..perfume?

Eventually he did take a very careful sip. Just in that moment the door opened, and it was not his wife but the lady Celebrían. She arrived the very same moment Éomer came to the conclusion that he was drinking perfume. He met her eyes and set the flask down. "In my defence..there is none."

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Éomer could not decide what he deemed stranger. That the horse before him was horned or that he spoke. He understood Firefoot and other Maeras, perhaps not in the direct way the Elves did, but well enough to communicate. But their horses did not speak like this, in a human matter, with a human voice. When Firefoot attempted to join them in the river, protective of his rider in turn, Éomer raised his hand and signalled him not to.

The horned horse - Vidar, as he was named - turned away from Éomer and instead helped his mistress to cover up. Now that she was covered, Éomer looked back to her with his muscular arms crossed and his expression a mixture of bewilderment and wonder. He was tall enough and their current spot in the river shallow enough so that he could keep standing there in the water, concealing his own nakedness beneath.

"The river is no ones," he spoke and reached up to brush his damp bright hair out of his face. "And you were not finished. I did not intend to cut your bathing short. I will leave, and you can continue." Only men of lower breeding would deny a lady her pleasures and act egotistical. However, Vidar intrigued him. "Or we can both remain, turned away from each other. If your steed allows it."

With Rohan within a days ride, there was nothing she wished for more than to bathe and have a nights rest before attempting to form an alliance with the horse lords. As shadow spread, it was imperative that the people of Middle Earth be united and with Elves banned from these lands, it was up to the Fey to extend the offer.

Her clothes were left thrown over a low branch and a large towel sat upon Vidar's back, who grazed within the tall grasses at the riverside as she swam. A sudden splash interrupted her peace, blonde head snapping in the direction of the sound, just in time to see a moan breach the surface.

"Vidar!" She cried out, immediately moving to cover her body as the large black horse jumped into the water, blocking her from the horse lord's view and pointing a sleek, black horn at him.

"A likely story," a gruff voice spoke, the horse pinning his ears as he slowly followed the woman out of the river, her naked form now covered in the towel he carried moments ago.

"Vidar please," she spoke softly before addressing the man. "Forgive him, he is merely protective. The river is yours, I was finished anyway."

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Éomer really loves rain. There is nothing better than laying in bed and listening to the pitter patter of the rain outside the window. Or to lay on a bedroll in a tent, and hearing the rain splash and knock against the top of the tent. He loves the scent of petrichor that fills the lands the next morning. He and Firefoot also enjoy riding in the rain during warm summer downpours, and he enjoys the occasional fun spar in the mud with his comrades.