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Jean Paul Gaultier: Blood Drip Faux Fur Coat Autumn/Winter 1998

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ok so here’s what I would do if I’d miraculously take control over Eric Kripke’s mind and make him put into the boys:

For one whole episode I would turn everybody into dogs. Every single person would be a dog, except for one random one, maybe an extra. It wouldn't be addressed in any way - everyone would act like it’s nothing unusual and then in the next episode all would go back to normal and no one would mention it ( but anything that happened in that episode would move the plot forward).

And the episode would start with a shot on a big black doberman and everyone would think it’s Butcher but it would turn out it’s Kimiko and Butcher is an ankle-biting yorkshire terrier (preferably with a bow on its forehead)

2. In one episode they would make a reference to Marvel’s multiversum and interdimensional travel from Doctor Strange and they would end up in a universe where Butcher and Hughie are the wolf and the hare from Ну, погоди [Nu, pogodi!] (a soviet cartoon) because this is so them and I won’t even discuss this:

We have a scary looking criminal who drinks, smokes and wears cool shirts and a well behaved, honest twink. Come on!

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Golden Cage - Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x f!reader

Series Summary: As the daughter of a powerful pharmaceutical magnate, you've spent your life in the shadow of your family name. In the wake of your mother’s sudden and suspicious death, you’re left untethered, searching for something, anything, to make you feel alive again. But when a chance encounter thrusts you into the chaotic world of The Boys, a ruthless Supe-killing vigilante group, your carefully constructed reality begins to unravel. As the lines between hero and villain blur, you are forced to question everything you thought you knew about yourself, your family, and the world around you.

Series Warnings: canon divergent (the canon is a fun suggestion), emotionally constipated billy butcher, reader has very poor self-esteem, heavy discussions/depictions of grief, language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, emotional/psychological abuse, daddy issues, canon-typical violence, murder, alcohol consumption, implied age gap, violence toward the reader (not butcher)

Status: Completed

please let me know if I've missed any tags! <3 take care to read the tags on each individual chapter <3

A/N: I'm so so so excited to share this with the world, I have been working on this fic for so long and it's really my baby <3 I also want to say that I really went loosey-goosey with the canon here. This is essentially a story within The Boys universe, using characters from The Boys, and referencing plot points from the show, but it doesn't necessarily take place within a specific timeframe in the show and some characters won't be mentioned. Just vibes basically. Thanks for reading <3

Chapters:

One: Down the Rabbit Hole

Two: Pandora's Box

Three: Lion's Den

Four: Whiskey on Ice

Chapter Interlude: Picture You

Five: Cross the Line

Six: Red Underlined

Seven: So it Goes

Eight: Deep Blue

Nine: Light Me Up

Epilogue: The Last Page

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Éomer 🐎🍂

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I've been sitting under a rock for so long that I'm like good 4 chapters behind. I've got a lot to catch up with!

The Marriage Bed of the Brute and the Bookworm

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Lothíriel

Chapter 13:

A multitude of confrontations, yet another attempt to solve the riddle of Lothíriel's lack of appetite and a clandestine moment in the stables. Lothíriel and Éomer finally see eye to eye.

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Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 10

The young king of Rohan is still trying to get used to his new life after the Great War and is just learning how to rule a country. Following his council’s advice he decided to marry a young noble born Lady that seems to be a perfect match for him and a great Queen material. A coldly calculated political move. But what if his decision had some hidden, egoistic motives to it? And what if the lady already gave her heart away to someone who is far away? Let’s find out together. Let’s dive deep down inside both of their minds.

Chapter 9 | Masterlist

Éomer was saved from having to confront both his sister and himself by endless clothes fittings and other wedding related trivialities. Ever since the interrupted conversation with his sister he felt a weird uneasiness that he could not name. He tried to ignore it but he felt his body getting restless and tense. 

He most definitely noticed that with every passing hour he got more and more irritated. Everybody seemed to be having a long list of carefully prepared questions in a way that would annoy him the most. Wasn’t it all supposed to be organised by the assigned council? Why were they bothering him with all this nonsense? He had more important things on his mind! 

But even the things that laid well within his competencies were irritating him much. Everyone seemed so unprepared. He couldn’t tell if he was more embarrassed by the level of chaos the local court presented or ashamed of how disorganized his own people seemed to be.

His irritation OF COURSE had nothing to do with how nervous he was getting as today he was to finally meet again with Lady Nartíhl. He was not nervous. Not at all! And anyone who would dare to suggest such a thing… well they would be punished somehow, Éomer would find a way to get such thoughts out of their head. 

Why was he even thinking about this? What was he thinking about? Well, he definitely was not thinking about the mining development plan that was presented to him. Yet again he drifted away during a meeting.  - Do I bore you, your highness? - asked the man who was trying to explain the local mining system to his future king.

- No, of course not, this is fascinating. - Éomer ran his hand through his face and sighed. He tried to sound convincing but it turned out rather sarcastic.

The other man seemed pretty abashed and as the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, lord Dúngar decided to step in and save the day, by saying: - Maybe we shall postpone the session, what do you say, my king? We will gladly listen to the rest of your work later. - he gave a half smile and nodded to the man standing in front of them 

- Yes, maybe we should.

Éomer stood up promptly not leaving much room and time for any courtesy and stormed out of the room visibly irritated. 

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Éomer went straight to his chamber and started to undress himself. He felt a need to wash himself and change his clothes. Suddenly everything about his look was unsatisfying to him, even his hair. He had no idea why. Surely not because he was about to attend the final marriage contract negotiation in which lady Nartíhl would take part and could see him closely. It definitely had nothing to do with all of this.

His personal servant stormed into the room soon after him, visibly tired and short of his breath after having chased his master through the hallway. - My lord - the young man tired to ask between sharp breaths - why such a hurry?

- I need to change my clothes - replied the King while trying to untie the strings in his shirt.

- Let me help you, my lord - the servant rushed to help the king undo the ties. - No need to rush, we still got some time. I’ve been thinking what you should wear for today’s meeting for the whole day, my lord, so you would impress everybody.

- I am a king and I do not need to impress any one, especially not with my look - Éomer scolded the servant angrily, barely restraining himself from raising his voice. - I am sure our hosts are not this shallow to judge us by our clothing and garments. 

Who are you trying to fool, Éomer? He did not believe these worlds himself. Yet he refused to admit that and let all those feelings sink in.

-Please forgive me, my lord. This is not what I meant.

- I know, I know. Just bring these clothes over. 

So he allowed to be dressed in some fancy clothes and have a fancy hairstyle done. Apparently having your hair pinned up was fashionable for men here. He tried to fight so hard the need to fit in with his looks, he was a king, not a teenager trying to fit in. But deep inside he wanted to impress his fiancee. To make her like him even if it would be at least for his looks. 

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Éomer sat in a round room with his council on both sides. The room was pretty cosy - a burgundy tapestry on the walls, a lot of books on the shelves on each wall. A warm afternoon sun glimpsing through the window. It could be almost nice but Éomer could feel his face turning more and more red with every passing second. 

Obviously due to the sun and the ridiculous clothes and not because he sure as hell was not stressed to finally meet his Lady. 

He rested his chin on his palm and taped fingers of his other hand on the table while waiting for his host to finally show on the final reading and signing of the marital contract.

He tried to calm his mind, so he started to list all the horses he had in his stable. Then he tried to name all of the infantry military formations he knew. The moment he was just about to start listing all his hounds he heard the doors being open. - Our noble lord Idhoril and lady Nartíhl  - it was announced. 

Éomer and all his men stood up. The young king felt his head spinning, he rested his hand on the table to steady himself but he knew it made him look nonchalant in a bad way. Get yourself together, Éomer, you fool. You're a grown man, a warrior, a KING for Bema’s sake! No matter what you’ll do the deal is practically sealed and she will be your wife, that’s all. Just breathe. 

But the breathing part lasted only as long as lord’s Idhoril council and himself were entering the room. At the very end of the cortege was her. Just as beautiful as he remembered. Yet so different. 

A simple purple dress that brought up her skin tone. Her long wavy hair pinned up on both her temples with dragonfly-shaped red pines. So serious, yet so youthful. But her face was far from a girly lighthearted expression. She looked tired. Her cheeks sunken, her eyes red and swollen. Like she hasnąt slept in a long time. 

But Éomer did not have much chance to contemplate this. Soon after she arrived he felt a subtle yet noticeable scent of flowers and frankincense that made his head spin. 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Focus, Éomer. It’s just like on a battlefield, Just shut it all down and focus. You are able to kill, so you are able to listen to your wedding contract being cited.  - Your highness. Please let us welcome you. We are honored to host you and your noble court in this fortress - lord Idhoril nodded his head and looked around the table.  - It is our honour to be here - Éomer heard his own voice as if someone also said these words - Lady Nartíhl. - he finally dared to look her straight in the eyes and smiled gently. 

She looked him shortly in the eyes but shied away and looked down immediately. She grimaced her face in what Éomer assumed was an attempt to smile at him. Starting nice, he thought to himself. - Shall we begin? - Lord Dúngar, standing on Éomer's right, asked. The young king looked around. Everyone was standing awkwardly. What were they waiting for? - Ekhm - lord Dúngar coughed significantly - my king?

Oh! They are waiting for me! - Yes yes, of course. - Éomer sat down and so did the rest. He noticed he was sitting a bit too far away from the table so he tried to push his chair closer but the legs of the chair got stuck on the wooden floor texture and he ended up jumping awkwardly on the chair, causing a very lund thump on the floor and not moving an inch forward. Well, at least Nartíhl looked at him for a moment. 

And so the citing has started. No changes, everything as agreed. 

When the reading was over Idhoril and one of his advisers signed the document. Then Dúngar. Then Nartíhl. At the end the paper was handed over to Éomer. He noticed how pretty and elaborate Nartíhl’s signature was. Just as could be expected from someone of her upbringing. Similar to what he saw on the Gondorian documents. Even though his uncle made sure he trained his letters a lot  when he was a boy (which was a cause of many eager discussions with a raised voice because who had time to train reading and writing if you could just ride your horse and train sword fighting?) he suddenly felt like he barely could write his name down. But he did. He also put his hand down with a fresh ink and smudged Dúngar’s signature a bit and stained his hand with the ink. But it matter not. He was to get married to the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, her lands with all the mines it contained was about to be joined to Rohan and she was about to become his queen. No matter how self conscious he felt he could not help but smirk. His plan worked out.

The contract was signed. 

Yet, no one was leaving the table. Éomer just sat there, staring at the document. Lord Idhoril’s advisor must have seen his hesitation. - Is there anything else, your highness? - Yes.. - Éomer wavered - I was wondering if I could get a chance to speak with our dear Lady privately. 

He could feel the air in the room turn tense. - Of course not alone - he added. What a stupid custom, he thought to himself. In the riddermark no one would care. They were officially engaged, what would he do to her? But he was aware enough of the local customs. They were supposed to be under surveillance.  - Well, what do you think, my dear - lord Idhoril turned to his daughter and asked her. -Of course, my lord. - a shy and shaky voiced answer.  - Good. But first let’s dine. I believe we would all appreciate a little rest now. You shall have some time to talk in the evening. 

Nartíhl springed out of her seat just as if she was waiting for these words. She nodded her head gently and left the room with two of her servants. 

Éomer instinctively stood up and so did everyone else at the table. He traced her down with his eyes trying to fight the amusement growing inside of him. All these months he built up her image as a mighty goddess in his head. But so far she turned out to be a shy young girl. He definitely felt his self-esteem rising. 

- Shall we? Next chapter soon (this time for real)

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I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, I hope you havne't completly forgotten about this story! My life got a bit busy for the last few months but I have some chapters ready and I hope it will turn out worth the waiting! After all, they say the messier the writer's life gets, the better the fanfics, right? ;p

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When they were kids, I believe Éomer took pride in his feral little sister being a skilled fighter who was able to beat boys in the training ring. Once upon a time, he encouraged Eowyn's Rider aspirations and thought he would be happy to see her march into battle alongside him.

But. I believe something happened between those innocent days and their adulthood that altered his mindset.

Maybe it was the reality of the extent of bloodshed and loss and suffering on the battlefield. Maybe there were certain horrors he witnessed (perhaps even something that he saw happen specifically to women) that gave him nightmares, that made him realize he did not want any of that to befall the most precious person left in the world to him.

I'm not saying Éomer's lack of support for Eowyn's dreams and desire to fight was right. Just that it came from a very real, understandable, and human place of love, weakness and all.

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OMG this gif is literally Éomer's reaction to his own action 😂😂😂

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 9

Chapter 8 | Masterlist

Nartíhl liked horseback riding but only if it was for fun. The minute she had to get somewhere far on a horse she hated every minute of it. Even though riding a carriage could get uncomfortable, she preferred it much for the longer distances. But her father insisted that they should ride all the way to the fortress on the horses’ back - it was easier, quicker and after all she was about to be crowned queen of the horse masters. 

She was riding to the land she owned, it was supposed to be her safe place and home, at least that’s how she felt until now. She felt as if she was a pig being transferred to a butcher’s place. Or a lamb that was to be sacrificed. 

Her mind was jumping between the memories of the last moments with her love and a very brief memoirs of meeting her future husband. 

One moment she recalled with every detail how she was lying on a flowery meadow with Bronandîr - sun highlighting his grey eyes looking at her with deep love.  -I will worship you until the end of the world and one day longer. 

Her heart filled with warmth. She felt loved. She felt wanted.

No, stop it! She scolded herself. You are to marry another man! You need to forget. Or at least try. 

But how was she to forget all the nights spent in his embrace? All the smiles and kisses. All the whispers, dreams and promises. 

No! She needed to forget them. It would make this easier. 

But she knew this could never be easy. Neither forgetting the men she loved, nor trying to love the men she only met once.

She tried hard to recall that one time. The coronation of the king Elesar. She did not pay much attention to the king of Rohan. She was mostly focused on the beautiful decoration inside the great hall of Minas Tirith, she was thinking about the jokes and gossip she was about to tell her cousins and about with whom she was yet about to dance. 

While her father was talking to king Éomers, she hid behind lord Idhoril. 

She was always afraid of the Rohirrims. She knew the simple folk tales were usually exaggerated and as an educated woman she should not believe them, but all the gossip and legends still had an impact on her impression of them. She felt intimidated. The man was tall, seemed strong and dangerous. She could not say he was ugly but he was different to most men she knew.  

Even though he knew the etiquette and how to behave on a social occasion she felt there was something ribald about him. On her way out the ball she passed the table where the king of Rohan sat with his people. She caught him laughing loudly at a very inappropriate joke one of his soldiers made and just a moment later he looked her straight in the eye and nodded slightly with a smirk on his face. What an impudence.

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Éomer arrived to the place of their wedding a day before his bride. On the same day his sister and her husband have reached the destination. 

The young king was currently sitting in the window recess bench of the room he was assigned, looking at the dowry lands of his future wife. It was so much different from his land. The landscape was hilly but still so very green. Far away you could see the pale outline of the seashore. The mansion was also much different from his home. Will she like it there? What will she think of the Meduseld? 

He took a sip of his drink and leaned his head against the wall. There was no use in worrying about this now, he said to himself. 

Just a minute later he heard footsteps on the corridor and well known voices. His sister was here. 

He was on his feet, moving toward the door before they even got the chance to knock. 

He opened them, taking the guests by surprise - Faramir’s fist was in the air getting ready to knock, while Éowyn was trying to smoothen his clothes, probably rumpled in the travel cuffer. 

They both looked awkwardly at Éomer who just stared at them with amusement. Faramir straightened himself, his wife soon followed him with a chuckle.  -Well, will you let us in, brother, or do you wish to host us in the corridor?

Éomer only smiled widely at that and embraced his sister in a big hug. -I missed you too, sister. 

Faramir took this occasion to sneak into the chamber. 

Once they were all sat by the fireplace, each of them with a drink in hand, Éowyn decided it was time to end this courtesy of small talk and get to the real talk.  -I want to know EVERYTHING! 

-Well, I think you know all there is to know. I’m not sure what exactly you would like me to tell you.

Éomer shrugged and took a sip of his ale to which Faramir nodded pensively but it all just made Éowyn growl with frustration. -I know NOTHING, brother. Where did this decision come from? How did you met? Did you ask her to marry you yourself? I want to know all the details.

-Of course I did not ask her myself, I’ve only spoken to her once, on Aragorn’s coronation. 

-Hmmm. - Éowyn seemed to be taken aback by this statement. 

-Then where does it all come from? If you only spoke to her once, and from what I managed to see it was not a long nor very engaging conversation. I won’t believe it if you tell me you suddenly started to listen to your council's political advice - she gave her brother an investigating look. 

-I do listen to my council's advice. If they are wise.

-Do you mean if they fall in line with what you're already thinking? - Faramir finally decided to step into the conversation.

-As I said - if they are wise. - Éomer grinned. - But this was actually my idea that my council supported. I can’t believe you have such a bad opinion on me. This is a very good strategic move for both parties and it’s an effect of a mutual agreement. 

Éomer took one more sip of his drink and grabbed a handful of local dried fruit that was lying on a plate in front of them.

Éowyn looked like there were a hundred things on her mind that she wanted to scream out but still not a single word was able to reach her tongue. 

Faramir however seemed very amused.  -So are you trying to tell us that it is not just you being guided by your…

He hesitated with his words and raised his eyebrows. - FARAMIR! - Éowyn scolded her husband and lightly smacked his knee, but both men just chuckled at this remark. 

-Well, I cannot deny that seeing her dancing was in fact very... convincing - Éomer raised his right eyebrow. 

This statement made Éowyn grimace with a mixture of confusion and irritation which made both her husband and brother burst into laughter, more from her reaction than the inappropriate comments. 

-Oh would you two grow up! You act like a pair of youngsters. You are getting married, this is serious Éomer.

At this point the young king had to wipe a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. -My love, do not worry. A bit of laughter never hurt anybody. Besides I believe the future queen will bring enough seriousness with her. Have you seen how she was dressed?

They did all in fact saw how she was dressed when she arrived earlier today. Éomer saw that from the window of his chamber. 

Firstly it looked like dark, stormy clouds approaching them. But slowly the clouds revealed themselves to be an impressive cortege. 

They entered the gate, each horse more beautiful than the previous one, each of the armours and harnesses was a piece of art but Éomer knew straight away to whom he ought to pay his attention. 

Right after the first lines of the guards and the first pennant was the biggest horse ridden by lord Idhoril and right behind him lady Nartíhl on a beautiful black mare. Éomer did not see her face but he knew. Dressed in a long, floating dress, her head covered in a dark veil. From far away it looked black but when the sun glimpsed on her, one could notice that her dress was in fact in a deep purple hue. Just like the pennant before her - a red serpent on a purple background.  -If I did not know there was a wedding to happen in a few days I would say she was mourning - the Gondorian continued his mockery.  -Faramir! -What?! -Now you are really pushing it too far. You know well that it’s her hereditary colors. I’m sure she is just as happy as we are. Éowyn gave a warm and reassuring smile to her brother but he only managed to force himself to respond with a doubtful grimace that was supposed to resemble a smile. His previous good mood was fading away. He felt panic rising inside of him, afraid he would get exposed and judged. He was saved by a knock on the door. Chapter 10 soon

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I hope you enjoyed. I feel a need to share that in order to get this chapter to a publishable form I had to decipher my notes that I made when I was drunk and trust me - it was a challenge! But I hope I managed ;)

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This is such a good metaphor!

Glad you liked it <3

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 9

Chapter 8 | Masterlist

Nartíhl liked horseback riding but only if it was for fun. The minute she had to get somewhere far on a horse she hated every minute of it. Even though riding a carriage could get uncomfortable, she preferred it much for the longer distances. But her father insisted that they should ride all the way to the fortress on the horses’ back - it was easier, quicker and after all she was about to be crowned queen of the horse masters. 

She was riding to the land she owned, it was supposed to be her safe place and home, at least that’s how she felt until now. She felt as if she was a pig being transferred to a butcher’s place. Or a lamb that was to be sacrificed. 

Her mind was jumping between the memories of the last moments with her love and a very brief memoirs of meeting her future husband. 

One moment she recalled with every detail how she was lying on a flowery meadow with Bronandîr - sun highlighting his grey eyes looking at her with deep love.  -I will worship you until the end of the world and one day longer. 

Her heart filled with warmth. She felt loved. She felt wanted.

No, stop it! She scolded herself. You are to marry another man! You need to forget. Or at least try. 

But how was she to forget all the nights spent in his embrace? All the smiles and kisses. All the whispers, dreams and promises. 

No! She needed to forget them. It would make this easier. 

But she knew this could never be easy. Neither forgetting the men she loved, nor trying to love the men she only met once.

She tried hard to recall that one time. The coronation of the king Elesar. She did not pay much attention to the king of Rohan. She was mostly focused on the beautiful decoration inside the great hall of Minas Tirith, she was thinking about the jokes and gossip she was about to tell her cousins and about with whom she was yet about to dance. 

While her father was talking to king Éomers, she hid behind lord Idhoril. 

She was always afraid of the Rohirrims. She knew the simple folk tales were usually exaggerated and as an educated woman she should not believe them, but all the gossip and legends still had an impact on her impression of them. She felt intimidated. The man was tall, seemed strong and dangerous. She could not say he was ugly but he was different to most men she knew.  

Even though he knew the etiquette and how to behave on a social occasion she felt there was something ribald about him. On her way out the ball she passed the table where the king of Rohan sat with his people. She caught him laughing loudly at a very inappropriate joke one of his soldiers made and just a moment later he looked her straight in the eye and nodded slightly with a smirk on his face. What an impudence.

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Éomer arrived to the place of their wedding a day before his bride. On the same day his sister and her husband have reached the destination. 

The young king was currently sitting in the window recess bench of the room he was assigned, looking at the dowry lands of his future wife. It was so much different from his land. The landscape was hilly but still so very green. Far away you could see the pale outline of the seashore. The mansion was also much different from his home. Will she like it there? What will she think of the Meduseld? 

He took a sip of his drink and leaned his head against the wall. There was no use in worrying about this now, he said to himself. 

Just a minute later he heard footsteps on the corridor and well known voices. His sister was here. 

He was on his feet, moving toward the door before they even got the chance to knock. 

He opened them, taking the guests by surprise - Faramir’s fist was in the air getting ready to knock, while Éowyn was trying to smoothen his clothes, probably rumpled in the travel cuffer. 

They both looked awkwardly at Éomer who just stared at them with amusement. Faramir straightened himself, his wife soon followed him with a chuckle.  -Well, will you let us in, brother, or do you wish to host us in the corridor?

Éomer only smiled widely at that and embraced his sister in a big hug. -I missed you too, sister. 

Faramir took this occasion to sneak into the chamber. 

Once they were all sat by the fireplace, each of them with a drink in hand, Éowyn decided it was time to end this courtesy of small talk and get to the real talk.  -I want to know EVERYTHING! 

-Well, I think you know all there is to know. I’m not sure what exactly you would like me to tell you.

Éomer shrugged and took a sip of his ale to which Faramir nodded pensively but it all just made Éowyn growl with frustration. -I know NOTHING, brother. Where did this decision come from? How did you met? Did you ask her to marry you yourself? I want to know all the details.

-Of course I did not ask her myself, I’ve only spoken to her once, on Aragorn’s coronation. 

-Hmmm. - Éowyn seemed to be taken aback by this statement. 

-Then where does it all come from? If you only spoke to her once, and from what I managed to see it was not a long nor very engaging conversation. I won’t believe it if you tell me you suddenly started to listen to your council's political advice - she gave her brother an investigating look. 

-I do listen to my council's advice. If they are wise.

-Do you mean if they fall in line with what you're already thinking? - Faramir finally decided to step into the conversation.

-As I said - if they are wise. - Éomer grinned. - But this was actually my idea that my council supported. I can’t believe you have such a bad opinion on me. This is a very good strategic move for both parties and it’s an effect of a mutual agreement. 

Éomer took one more sip of his drink and grabbed a handful of local dried fruit that was lying on a plate in front of them.

Éowyn looked like there were a hundred things on her mind that she wanted to scream out but still not a single word was able to reach her tongue. 

Faramir however seemed very amused.  -So are you trying to tell us that it is not just you being guided by your…

He hesitated with his words and raised his eyebrows. - FARAMIR! - Éowyn scolded her husband and lightly smacked his knee, but both men just chuckled at this remark. 

-Well, I cannot deny that seeing her dancing was in fact very... convincing - Éomer raised his right eyebrow. 

This statement made Éowyn grimace with a mixture of confusion and irritation which made both her husband and brother burst into laughter, more from her reaction than the inappropriate comments. 

-Oh would you two grow up! You act like a pair of youngsters. You are getting married, this is serious Éomer.

At this point the young king had to wipe a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. -My love, do not worry. A bit of laughter never hurt anybody. Besides I believe the future queen will bring enough seriousness with her. Have you seen how she was dressed?

They did all in fact saw how she was dressed when she arrived earlier today. Éomer saw that from the window of his chamber. 

Firstly it looked like dark, stormy clouds approaching them. But slowly the clouds revealed themselves to be an impressive cortege. 

They entered the gate, each horse more beautiful than the previous one, each of the armours and harnesses was a piece of art but Éomer knew straight away to whom he ought to pay his attention. 

Right after the first lines of the guards and the first pennant was the biggest horse ridden by lord Idhoril and right behind him lady Nartíhl on a beautiful black mare. Éomer did not see her face but he knew. Dressed in a long, floating dress, her head covered in a dark veil. From far away it looked black but when the sun glimpsed on her, one could notice that her dress was in fact in a deep purple hue. Just like the pennant before her - a red serpent on a purple background.  -If I did not know there was a wedding to happen in a few days I would say she was mourning - the Gondorian continued his mockery.  -Faramir! -What?! -Now you are really pushing it too far. You know well that it’s her hereditary colors. I’m sure she is just as happy as we are. Éowyn gave a warm and reassuring smile to her brother but he only managed to force himself to respond with a doubtful grimace that was supposed to resemble a smile. His previous good mood was fading away. He felt panic rising inside of him, afraid he would get exposed and judged. He was saved by a knock on the door. Chapter 10 soon

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I hope you enjoyed. I feel a need to share that in order to get this chapter to a publishable form I had to decipher my notes that I made when I was drunk and trust me - it was a challenge! But I hope I managed ;)

TAGLIST @emmanuellececchi @konartiste

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Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 9

The young king of Rohan is still trying to get used to his new life after the Great War and is just learning how to rule a country. Following his council’s advice he decided to marry a young noble born Lady that seems to be a perfect match for him and a great Queen material. A coldly calculated political move. But what if his decision had some hidden, egoistic motives to it? And what if the lady already gave her heart away to someone who is far away? Let’s find out together. Let’s dive deep down inside both of their minds.

Chapter 8 | Masterlist

Nartíhl liked horseback riding but only if it was for fun. The minute she had to get somewhere far on a horse she hated every minute of it. Even though riding a carriage could get uncomfortable, she preferred it much for the longer distances. But her father insisted that they should ride all the way to the fortress on the horses’ back - it was easier, quicker and after all she was about to be crowned queen of the horse masters. 

She was riding to the land she owned, it was supposed to be her safe place and home, at least that’s how she felt until now. She felt as if she was a pig being transferred to a butcher’s place. Or a lamb that was to be sacrificed. 

Her mind was jumping between the memories of the last moments with her love and a very brief memoirs of meeting her future husband. 

One moment she recalled with every detail how she was lying on a flowery meadow with Bronandîr - sun highlighting his grey eyes looking at her with deep love.  -I will worship you until the end of the world and one day longer. 

Her heart filled with warmth. She felt loved. She felt wanted.

No, stop it! She scolded herself. You are to marry another man! You need to forget. Or at least try. 

But how was she to forget all the nights spent in his embrace? All the smiles and kisses. All the whispers, dreams and promises. 

No! She needed to forget them. It would make this easier. 

But she knew this could never be easy. Neither forgetting the men she loved, nor trying to love the men she only met once.

She tried hard to recall that one time. The coronation of the king Elesar. She did not pay much attention to the king of Rohan. She was mostly focused on the beautiful decoration inside the great hall of Minas Tirith, she was thinking about the jokes and gossip she wanted to tell her cousins and about with whom she was yet to dance. 

While her father was talking to king Éomer, she hid behind lord Idhoril. 

She was always afraid of the Rohirrims. She knew the simple folk tales were usually exaggerated and as an educated woman she should not believe them, but all the gossip and legends still had an impact on her impression of them. She felt intimidated. The man was tall, seemed strong and dangerous. She could not say he was ugly but he was different to most men she knew.  

Even though he knew the etiquette and how to behave on a social occasion she felt there was something ribald about him. On her way out the ball she passed the table where the king of Rohan sat with his people. She caught him laughing loudly at a very inappropriate joke one of his soldiers made and just a moment later he looked her straight in the eye and nodded slightly with a smirk on his face. What an impudence.

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Éomer arrived to the place of their wedding a day before his bride. On the same day his sister and her husband have reached the destination. 

The young king was currently sitting in the window recess bench of the room he was assigned, looking at the dowry lands of his future wife. It was so much different from his land. The landscape was hilly but still so very green. Far away you could see the pale outline of the seashore. The mansion was also much different from his home. Will she like it there? What will she think of the Meduseld? 

He took a sip of his drink and leaned his head against the wall. There was no use in worrying about this now, he said to himself. 

Just a minute later he heard footsteps on the corridor and well known voices. His sister was here. 

He was on his feet, moving toward the door before they even got the chance to knock. 

He opened them, taking the guests by surprise - Faramir’s fist was in the air getting ready to knock, while Éowyn was trying to smoothen his clothes, probably rumpled in the travel cuffer. 

They both looked awkwardly at Éomer who just stared at them with amusement. Faramir straightened himself, his wife soon followed him with a chuckle.  -Well, will you let us in, brother, or do you wish to host us in the corridor?

Éomer only smiled widely at that and embraced his sister in a big hug. -I missed you too, sister. 

Faramir took this occasion to sneak into the chamber. 

Once they were all sat by the fireplace, each of them with a drink in hand, Éowyn decided it was time to end this courtesy of small talk and get to the real talk.  -I want to know EVERYTHING! 

-Well, I think you know all there is to know. I’m not sure what exactly you would like me to tell you.

Éomer shrugged and took a sip of his ale to which Faramir nodded pensively but it all just made Éowyn growl with frustration. -I know NOTHING, brother. Where did this decision come from? How did you met? Did you ask her to marry you yourself? I want to know all the details.

-Of course I did not ask her myself, I’ve only spoken to her once, on Aragorn’s coronation. 

-Hmmm. - Éowyn seemed to be taken aback by this statement. 

-Then where does it all come from? If you only spoke to her once, and from what I managed to see it was not a long nor very engaging conversation. I won’t believe it if you tell me you suddenly started to listen to your council's political advice - she gave her brother an investigating look. 

-I do listen to my council's advice. If they are wise.

-Do you mean if they fall in line with what you're already thinking? - Faramir finally decided to step into the conversation.

-As I said - if they are wise. - Éomer grinned. - But this was actually my idea that my council supported. I can’t believe you have such a bad opinion on me. This is a very good strategic move for both parties and it’s an effect of a mutual agreement. 

Éomer took one more sip of his drink and grabbed a handful of local dried fruit that was lying on a plate in front of them.

Éowyn looked like there were a hundred things on her mind that she wanted to scream out but still not a single word was able to reach her tongue. 

Faramir however seemed very amused.  -So are you trying to tell us that it is not just you being guided by your…

He hesitated with his words and raised his eyebrows. - FARAMIR! - Éowyn scolded her husband and lightly smacked his knee, but both men just chuckled at this remark. 

-Well, I cannot deny that seeing her dancing was in fact very... convincing - Éomer raised his right eyebrow. 

This statement made Éowyn grimace with a mixture of confusion and irritation which made both her husband and brother burst into laughter, more from her reaction than the inappropriate comments. 

-Oh would you two grow up! You act like a pair of youngsters. You are getting married, this is serious Éomer.

At this point the young king had to wipe a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. -My love, do not worry. A bit of laughter never hurt anybody. Besides I believe the future queen will bring enough seriousness with her. Have you seen how she was dressed?

They did all in fact saw how she was dressed when she arrived earlier today. Éomer saw that from the window of his chamber. 

Firstly it looked like dark, stormy clouds approaching them. But slowly the clouds revealed themselves to be an impressive cortege. 

They entered the gate, each horse more beautiful than the previous one, each of the armours and harnesses was a piece of art but Éomer knew straight away to whom he ought to pay his attention. 

Right after the first lines of the guards and the first pennant was the biggest horse ridden by lord Idhoril and right behind him lady Nartíhl on a beautiful black mare. Éomer did not see her face but he knew. Dressed in a long, floating dress, her head covered in a dark veil. From far away it looked black but when the sun glimpsed on her, one could notice that her dress was in fact in a deep purple hue. Just like the pennant before her - a red serpent on a purple background.  -If I did not know there was a wedding to happen in a few days I would say she was mourning - the Gondorian continued his mockery.  -Faramir! -What?! -Now you are really pushing it too far. You know well that it’s her hereditary colors. I’m sure she is just as happy as we are. Éowyn gave a warm and reassuring smile to her brother but he only managed to force himself to respond with a doubtful grimace that was supposed to resemble a smile. His previous good mood was fading away. He felt panic rising inside of him, afraid he would get exposed and judged. He was saved by a knock on the door. Chapter 10

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I hope you enjoyed. I feel a need to share that in order to get this chapter to a publishable form I had to decipher my notes that I made when I was drunk and trust me - it was a challenge! But I hope I managed ;)

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I'm soooo glad you liked it! And I am soooo glad you go along with me 🤭 So far each chapter was longer then the previous one ;) I hope I will be able to provide you with some more soon :)

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 8

TW: mild se*ual suggestion but i hope no one here minds it ;)

Chapter 7 | Masterlist

It has been over a month since the legation has come back to Edoras with the good news.

The whole court was working at high speed ever since - they were getting ready for the royal wedding, the related trip, as it was to take place outside of the royal city and above all for the reception of the new queen and her retinue. 

Rohan, who was still getting back to its shape after years of crisis and war, has long waited for a queen.

Éomer was lying in a bathtub next to the fireplace in his chamber. He tried to soak out the blood and dirt. He just got back from hunting - a quite successful one. He managed to shoot a mighty deer and a few foxes. From the latter he planned to have a beautiful fur made for his future bride - she will  definitely appreciate it once the rohanian winter comes.

He closed his eyes and drifted aways into an intoxicating mist of memories and dreams. He recalled the first time he saw Lady Nartíhl at the coronation of King Elessar.

He saw her from a distance during the ceremony and he couldn’t turn his eyes away for the whole night. From her long locks shining in the sunlight as if they were made of a precious metal. From her delicate, symmetrical face and piercing eyes. From her gracious posture, the way she moved - Éomer almost saw flower petals floating from her lilac robe every time she moved. And however the young king was ashamed to admit - he could not look away from her round hips and breasts. The more he tried to ignore this, the more he caught himself glancing in her direction and noticing how beautiful her robe was coating her. Later during the celebration he saw her dancing with other men. Her moves were elegant and hypnotizing, but no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on other details the most of his attention was brought to her cleavage bouncing with her every jump. Later on, he managed to get a closer look at her when he exchanged some pleasantries with her father. 

They met during the Great War. Lord Idhoril led a very brave and skillful troop. 

They exchanged some pleasantries and made some typical military-related small talk, as you would on such occasion. Throughout the  whole conversion Éomer felt a pair of eyes stinging him from behind lord Idhoril‘s back. 

-I’m happy I was able to talk to you, Lord Idhoril, but it seems like my sister is trying to get my attention - Éomer pointed over to Éowyn waving to him on the other side of the hall. - I hope we will have a chance to speak again soon. 

He smiled and nodded his head, the older Lord mimicking this movement. 

Éomer took a step closer to Nartíhl. 

-I hope we did not bore you with the political talk, dear Lady.

He held out his hand, to which she responded placing her palm in his. 

He kissed her hand gently and looked her straight in the eyes, thinking to himself: don’t look down, don’t look down!

-Not at all, my lord. It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Mhm this was a very nice memory. It warmed him up enough to not notice the water in the bathtub almost getting cold. He repeated her words in his head. 

-It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Oh, a pleasure. He was about to give her pleasure, if only she would let him. 

He felt the arousal building up inside of him. He knew he was dreaming more of a fantasy than the real girl but he did not care. She was about to be his either way.

Just as he was considering following his desires, letting himself go into the fantasies and releasing a bit of this tension growing inside of him he was brought to reality by a knock  on the door. He shook his head and adjusted his position to sit more straight in the tub.

-Enter.

It was one of his servants, holding a letter. 

-Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but a  letter from lady Éowyn has arrived, I am providing it right away just as ordered.

He approached Éomer, bowed his head down trying not to stare at the naked king in front of him and handed the letter over.

-Yes, thank you. 

The king took the letter and startet to open it when he noticed the boy was still standing next to the bathtub. 

-You may go. - he said, slightly annoyed. What a man got to do these days to get properly trained servants! He shook his head and proceeded to read the letter,

Dear Brother, 

I have never been this happy for you as I am now. Please accept my and my husband's sincere congratulation on this amazing news.

However. I know you better than anyone. 

The next time we see eachother I expect a full story! 

All hail king Éomer. 

Love, 

Éowyn (Faramir sends his regards as well).

She knew him so well. She has seen right through him. As he expected. 

But it was ok. The next time they were to see each other was on the lands belonging to his future bride. Right before their wedding. 

Chapter 9 soon

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He's so babygirl coded, right? (he's also a grown, strong man with ptsd related anger issues) but he makes me wanna pinch his cheeks and pat his head :3 👉🥺👈

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 8

TW: mild se*ual suggestion but i hope no one here minds it ;)

Chapter 7 | Masterlist

It has been over a month since the legation has come back to Edoras with the good news.

The whole court was working at high speed ever since - they were getting ready for the royal wedding, the related trip, as it was to take place outside of the royal city and above all for the reception of the new queen and her retinue. 

Rohan, who was still getting back to its shape after years of crisis and war, has long waited for a queen.

Éomer was lying in a bathtub next to the fireplace in his chamber. He tried to soak out the blood and dirt. He just got back from hunting - a quite successful one. He managed to shoot a mighty deer and a few foxes. From the latter he planned to have a beautiful fur made for his future bride - she will  definitely appreciate it once the rohanian winter comes.

He closed his eyes and drifted aways into an intoxicating mist of memories and dreams. He recalled the first time he saw Lady Nartíhl at the coronation of King Elessar.

He saw her from a distance during the ceremony and he couldn’t turn his eyes away for the whole night. From her long locks shining in the sunlight as if they were made of a precious metal. From her delicate, symmetrical face and piercing eyes. From her gracious posture, the way she moved - Éomer almost saw flower petals floating from her lilac robe every time she moved. And however the young king was ashamed to admit - he could not look away from her round hips and breasts. The more he tried to ignore this, the more he caught himself glancing in her direction and noticing how beautiful her robe was coating her. Later during the celebration he saw her dancing with other men. Her moves were elegant and hypnotizing, but no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on other details the most of his attention was brought to her cleavage bouncing with her every jump. Later on, he managed to get a closer look at her when he exchanged some pleasantries with her father. 

They met during the Great War. Lord Idhoril led a very brave and skillful troop. 

They exchanged some pleasantries and made some typical military-related small talk, as you would on such occasion. Throughout the  whole conversion Éomer felt a pair of eyes stinging him from behind lord Idhoril‘s back. 

-I’m happy I was able to talk to you, Lord Idhoril, but it seems like my sister is trying to get my attention - Éomer pointed over to Éowyn waving to him on the other side of the hall. - I hope we will have a chance to speak again soon. 

He smiled and nodded his head, the older Lord mimicking this movement. 

Éomer took a step closer to Nartíhl. 

-I hope we did not bore you with the political talk, dear Lady.

He held out his hand, to which she responded placing her palm in his. 

He kissed her hand gently and looked her straight in the eyes, thinking to himself: don’t look down, don’t look down!

-Not at all, my lord. It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Mhm this was a very nice memory. It warmed him up enough to not notice the water in the bathtub almost getting cold. He repeated her words in his head. 

-It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Oh, a pleasure. He was about to give her pleasure, if only she would let him. 

He felt the arousal building up inside of him. He knew he was dreaming more of a fantasy than the real girl but he did not care. She was about to be his either way.

Just as he was considering following his desires, letting himself go into the fantasies and releasing a bit of this tension growing inside of him he was brought to reality by a knock  on the door. He shook his head and adjusted his position to sit more straight in the tub.

-Enter.

It was one of his servants, holding a letter. 

-Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but a  letter from lady Éowyn has arrived, I am providing it right away just as ordered.

He approached Éomer, bowed his head down trying not to stare at the naked king in front of him and handed the letter over.

-Yes, thank you. 

The king took the letter and startet to open it when he noticed the boy was still standing next to the bathtub. 

-You may go. - he said, slightly annoyed. What a man got to do these days to get properly trained servants! He shook his head and proceeded to read the letter,

Dear Brother, 

I have never been this happy for you as I am now. Please accept my and my husband's sincere congratulation on this amazing news.

However. I know you better than anyone. 

The next time we see eachother I expect a full story! 

All hail king Éomer. 

Love, 

Éowyn (Faramir sends his regards as well).

She knew him so well. She has seen right through him. As he expected. 

But it was ok. The next time they were to see each other was on the lands belonging to his future bride. Right before their wedding. 

Chapter 9 soon

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Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 8

The young king of Rohan is still trying to get used to his new life after the Great War and is just learning how to rule a country. Following his council’s advice he decided to marry a young noble born Lady that seems to be a perfect match for him and a great Queen material. A coldly calculated political move. But what if his decision had some hidden, egoistic motives to it? And what if the lady already gave her heart away to someone who is far away? Let’s find out together. Let’s dive deep down inside both of their minds.

TW: mild se*ual suggestion but i hope no one here minds it ;)

Chapter 7 | Masterlist

It has been over a month since the legation has come back to Edoras with the good news.

The whole court was working at high speed ever since - they were getting ready for the royal wedding, the related trip, as it was to take place outside of the royal city and above all for the reception of the new queen and her retinue. 

Rohan, who was still getting back to its shape after years of crisis and war, has long waited for a queen.

Éomer was lying in a bathtub next to the fireplace in his chamber. He tried to soak out the blood and dirt. He just got back from hunting - a quite successful one. He managed to shoot a mighty deer and a few foxes. From the latter he planned to have a beautiful fur made for his future bride - she will  definitely appreciate it once the rohanian winter comes.

He closed his eyes and drifted away into an intoxicating mist of memories and dreams. He recalled the first time he saw Lady Nartíhl at the coronation of King Elessar.

He saw her from a distance during the ceremony and he couldn’t turn his eyes away for the whole night. From her long locks shining in the sunlight as if they were made of a precious metal. From her delicate, symmetrical face and piercing eyes. From her gracious posture, the way she moved - Éomer almost saw flower petals floating from her lilac robe every time she moved. And however the young king was ashamed to admit - he could not look away from her round hips and breasts. The more he tried to ignore this, the more he caught himself glancing in her direction and noticing how beautifully her robe was coating her. Later during the celebration he saw her dancing with other men. Her moves were elegant and hypnotizing, but no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on other details the most of his attention was brought to her cleavage bouncing with her every jump. Later on, he managed to get a closer look at her when he had a few words with her father. 

They met during the Great War. Lord Idhoril led a very brave and skillful troop. 

They exchanged some pleasantries and made some typical military-related small talk, as you would on such occasion. Throughout the  whole conversion Éomer felt a pair of eyes stinging him from behind lord Idhoril‘s back. 

-I’m happy I was able to talk to you, Lord Idhoril, but it seems like my sister is trying to get my attention - Éomer pointed over to Éowyn waving to him on the other side of the hall. - I hope we will have a chance to speak again soon. 

He smiled and nodded his head, the older Lord mimicking this movement. 

Éomer took a step closer to Nartíhl. 

-I hope we did not bore you with the political talk, dear Lady.

He held out his hand, to which she responded placing her palm in his. 

He kissed her hand gently and looked her straight in the eyes, thinking to himself: don’t look down, don’t look down!

-Not at all, my lord. It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Mhm this was a very nice memory. It warmed him up enough to not notice the water in the bathtub almost getting cold. He repeated her words in his head. 

-It was both an honour and a pleasure to meet you. 

Oh, a pleasure. He was about to give her pleasure, if only she would let him. 

He felt the arousal building up inside of him. He knew he was dreaming more of a fantasy than the real girl but he did not care. She was about to be his either way.

Just as he was considering following his desires, letting himself go into the fantasies and releasing a bit of this tension growing inside of him he was brought to reality by a knock  on the door. He shook his head and adjusted his position to sit more straight in the tub.

-Enter.

It was one of his servants, holding a letter. 

-Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but a  letter from lady Éowyn has arrived, I am providing it right away just as ordered.

He approached Éomer, bowed his head down trying not to stare at the naked king in front of him and handed the letter over.

-Yes, thank you. 

The king took the letter and startet to open it when he noticed the boy was still standing next to the bathtub. 

-You may go. - he said, slightly annoyed. What a man got to do these days to get properly trained servants! He shook his head and proceeded to read the letter,

Dear Brother, 

I have never been this happy for you as I am now. Please accept my and my husband's sincere congratulation on this amazing news.

However. I know you better than anyone. 

The next time we see eachother I expect a full story! 

All hail king Éomer. 

Love, 

Éowyn (Faramir sends his regards as well).

She knew him so well. She has seen right through him. As he expected. 

But it was ok. The next time they were to see each other was on the lands belonging to his future bride. Right before their wedding. 

Chapter 9

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After everything, eomer finding eowyn's body on the battlefield will always make me cry. Imagine, when you're 11 years old your father is killed and your mother dies of grief shortly after and there was nothing you could do to save either of them, but you train to fight and protect your younger sister, because you have to at least keep her safe. You warn her of the dangers in the world, you do everything in your power to make sure no harm comes to her. You know that she longs to defend what she loves, to fight just as much as you do. Despite this, you would never be able to stand it if you lost her, too. So you tell her she has to stay behind, you do your best to build a cage around her like a safety net. You believe maybe she will understand, maybe she will stay behind. Maybe she will stay safe. You have done everything you can. You go to battle thinking it will most likely be your last, but at least your sister will be safe. Your uncle, who took you in when your parents died and treated you like a son, dies during this battle. You see his body. You have lost another parent. It is a blow you haven't felt since you were young, despite the battles you've been in since. But then you see a face that is all too familiar, all to similar to your own. Your sister's body, laying defeated next to your uncle's, when she should have been safe in your home. Her body, curled on the ground in a way it should never be. You were making the world safe for her. You see now, though, that it didn't work. She's dead, and you are once again an 11 year old by, who still cannot save those you love.

anyway yeah i'm doing great👍

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The fun thing about being an artist is you can draw very speficif things for your friends! Anyway here's Aragorn as an Arsenal fan!

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Thank you! <3

Yes, she thinks it's super scary too!

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 7

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

Nartíhl felt like the world had stopped and she was spinning instead. 

She heard nothing but the beating of her own heart and the blood pulsing in her ears. 

Her vision got blurry and the room around her flipped to its side. The next thing she saw was her servants’ faces. They were holding her. She must have fainted.

Her three servants helped her get up and escorted her to the nearest chair. 

They were currently in the great room in which they always welcomed the visitors. It was a big chamber, almost a hall. Two rows of windows letting the sun in.

Opposite to the beautifully framed door a long table was set up and at the very top of it - a chair in which her father always sat. Behind the chair there was a big window with stained glass presenting a red snake against a purple background. It was a very presentable room, with its decor and elegance measuring up to the royal halls. But they were not royals. They were however nobles and very rich, with a great share of land.  

Her father was sitting on his big chair at the top of the big table, across which some papers were spread. 

He stood up and  walked slowly towards her.  -No need to be this dramatic. Marriage is not the end of the world.

-Easy for you to say! You’re a man! - Nartíhl  grunted, still feeling a bit dizzy. 

-Watch your mouth, my deer! Don’t act so surprised. You’re a clever girl, you must have known well what was coming towards you. It is high time for you to get married, a few more years and we would have serious trouble finding you a good husband. 

He stood close to the chair she was sitting on and looked down at her. -Don’t look at me like this. I am doing it for everybody's good, you included. It’s not like I’m selling you to a bunch of savages.

-You might as well do it! I don’t want to marry this man!

-Why? He’s not old. And you will be a Queen, Nartíhl!

-Of Rohan! 

-But a Queen! 

-You know well what they say about them. - Nartíhl argued and crossed her arms on her chest. - What do they say about them? - Lord Idhoril was fighting very hard to stop his amusement.

-That they are illiterate savages who sleep in the barn with their horses! And the men share… all their possessions… - she stuttered but both her and her father knew what gossip she was referring to. 

The previous amusement stepped aside for a frown of concern on the Lord’s face. 

-Look. I know you are scared. But repeating the simple folk tales won’t be much use for you right now. The Rohirrim are a great nation and king Éomer is a great warrior. Besides, Nartíhl  - Lord Idhoril  let out a short chuckle - a bit of a simpler life closer to nature would serve you well since you think the horses are being kept in the barns.

Nartíhl  unwittingly let out a squeak. She did not want a simpler life! She liked her life. 

-You being crowned a queen will be a big honour to all our family. Don't be ungrateful and superficial. 

Nartíhl pouted.

-Is that why you’ve sent Bronandîr away? -  she asked quietly. 

Her father’s head snapped and for a moment the girl thought he will get furious with her but he slowly kneeled in front of her and said quietly but firmly:

-Listen to me very carefully now. I did not know King Éomer would ask me to marry you. But I was working hard to bring some attention to you for a while now. I have sent him away first and foremost because he deserved this promotion - it was a reward not a punishment. But you need to forget about this man. From now you shall not even think, leave alone say his name.

Nartíhl  remained silent, fighting with tears building up in her eyes.

-Look at me, sunshine. 

She gave a reluctant and angry look into her father’s eyes. 

-I did it because I hoped it would make things easier. By the time you get married you need to get this man out of your heart and mind. You better get rid of all this childish nonsense by then, Nartíhl.

She looked him straight in the eyes but remained silent. 

-In such a case all is settled. Tomorrow I will present to the legates my conditions and then they will depart to bring their king the good news. Are you able to walk back to your room?

Nartíhl shook her head no. She was afraid that the moment she tried to stand up, she would collapse into pieces. 

Lord Idhoril nodded to the guards standing next to the door - Help to escort the young lady to her chambers. If needed, carry her. 

And so he left the room. As always he made the decisions, moved the pawns and then left and hid the moment there were consequences to face.

She was trying to prepare herself for this but yet the news crashed her like an avalanche of stones. Nartíhl’s world had just fallen into pieces and she was on the verge of shattering herself. 

Chaper 8 soon

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I'm glad to hear that you're getting caught up! 😊 Well, she is a bit of a spoiled brat but please remember she is scared and heartbroken, and mostly alone with all of this. But surely she will soon have a chance to see if she's wrong and so will we😁

Éomer x OC - Deep down chapter 7

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

Nartíhl felt like the world had stopped and she was spinning instead. 

She heard nothing but the beating of her own heart and the blood pulsing in her ears. 

Her vision got blurry and the room around her flipped to its side. The next thing she saw was her servants’ faces. They were holding her. She must have fainted.

Her three servants helped her get up and escorted her to the nearest chair. 

They were currently in the great room in which they always welcomed the visitors. It was a big chamber, almost a hall. Two rows of windows letting the sun in.

Opposite to the beautifully framed door a long table was set up and at the very top of it - a chair in which her father always sat. Behind the chair there was a big window with stained glass presenting a red snake against a purple background. It was a very presentable room, with its decor and elegance measuring up to the royal halls. But they were not royals. They were however nobles and very rich, with a great share of land.  

Her father was sitting on his big chair at the top of the big table, across which some papers were spread. 

He stood up and  walked slowly towards her.  -No need to be this dramatic. Marriage is not the end of the world.

-Easy for you to say! You’re a man! - Nartíhl  grunted, still feeling a bit dizzy. 

-Watch your mouth, my deer! Don’t act so surprised. You’re a clever girl, you must have known well what was coming towards you. It is high time for you to get married, a few more years and we would have serious trouble finding you a good husband. 

He stood close to the chair she was sitting on and looked down at her. -Don’t look at me like this. I am doing it for everybody's good, you included. It’s not like I’m selling you to a bunch of savages.

-You might as well do it! I don’t want to marry this man!

-Why? He’s not old. And you will be a Queen, Nartíhl!

-Of Rohan! 

-But a Queen! 

-You know well what they say about them. - Nartíhl argued and crossed her arms on her chest. - What do they say about them? - Lord Idhoril was fighting very hard to stop his amusement.

-That they are illiterate savages who sleep in the barn with their horses! And the men share… all their possessions… - she stuttered but both her and her father knew what gossip she was referring to. 

The previous amusement stepped aside for a frown of concern on the Lord’s face. 

-Look. I know you are scared. But repeating the simple folk tales won’t be much use for you right now. The Rohirrim are a great nation and king Éomer is a great warrior. Besides, Nartíhl  - Lord Idhoril  let out a short chuckle - a bit of a simpler life closer to nature would serve you well since you think the horses are being kept in the barns.

Nartíhl  unwittingly let out a squeak. She did not want a simpler life! She liked her life. 

-You being crowned a queen will be a big honour to all our family. Don't be ungrateful and superficial. 

Nartíhl pouted.

-Is that why you’ve sent Bronandîr away? -  she asked quietly. 

Her father’s head snapped and for a moment the girl thought he will get furious with her but he slowly kneeled in front of her and said quietly but firmly:

-Listen to me very carefully now. I did not know King Éomer would ask me to marry you. But I was working hard to bring some attention to you for a while now. I have sent him away first and foremost because he deserved this promotion - it was a reward not a punishment. But you need to forget about this man. From now you shall not even think, leave alone say his name.

Nartíhl  remained silent, fighting with tears building up in her eyes.

-Look at me, sunshine. 

She gave a reluctant and angry look into her father’s eyes. 

-I did it because I hoped it would make things easier. By the time you get married you need to get this man out of your heart and mind. You better get rid of all this childish nonsense by then, Nartíhl.

She looked him straight in the eyes but remained silent. 

-In such a case all is settled. Tomorrow I will present to the legates my conditions and then they will depart to bring their king the good news. Are you able to walk back to your room?

Nartíhl shook her head no. She was afraid that the moment she tried to stand up, she would collapse into pieces. 

Lord Idhoril nodded to the guards standing next to the door - Help to escort the young lady to her chambers. If needed, carry her. 

And so he left the room. As always he made the decisions, moved the pawns and then left and hid the moment there were consequences to face.

She was trying to prepare herself for this but yet the news crashed her like an avalanche of stones. Nartíhl’s world had just fallen into pieces and she was on the verge of shattering herself. 

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