𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

yours and mine [Eomer]

[Published: 30.07.2020]

The King stared at the woman, dumbfounded. A thousand words crossed his mind, and he opened his mouth to speak. No words left his lips. He couldn't articulate what he felt. How he had felt. How the pain still lingered since that day. He clamped his jaw shut, grimacing.

"Why are you here?" he demanded. The woman bit her lip, shrugging. "I thought I'd stop by. See how you are,"

"How thoughtful of you,"

"Éomer, I know. I know. I shouldn't have left. Please, just let me--"

"Stop, (Y/N). You lost my favour when you put your own selfish endeavours above everything else!"

"Éomer, please!"

"Do you expect me to welcome you with open arms after what had happened? To smile and to forgive and forget!?"

"No, of course not! You have every right to be angry with me. But you can hardly expect this to be resolved if you keep arguing with me!"

"I don't want to talk this out! I don't want to see your face after what you pulled! Just leave!"

"You're never one to forgive, are you?"

"You're never one to admit when you're wrong. Now get out of my sight,"

"I'm not going anywhere,"

"Do you want me to make it official and banish you? Leave me,"

The woman nodded. "Your highness," she said, mockingly curtseying. (Y/N) then turned on her heels, and walked out of the hall. Éomer bit his tongue, irked by the encounter. Who was she to think she deserved forgiveness? He grimaced at the thought of it. After what had happened, he couldn't believe her audacity.

The day went on as usual, and Éomer tried his best to forget the encounter. His mind kept wandering to that look of disappointment (Y/N) had on her face. Guilt knawed away at him. Feelings began to reawaken. He rolled his eyes at this sentiment, disgusted by his own willingness to forgive. Why did he still value her?

(Y/N) clicked her tongue as she watched the sun set. She used to do such a thing when she was young, often accompanied by Éomer and Éowyn. Those blissful, childish nights were ones she couldn't forget. But now that she was alone, the sight felt ironic and rather condescending. Without Éomer to snuggle up to, the beauty of the moment had been lost. After all, what was the point of it if they could not share it?

Her heart ached at recalling Éomer. She had wanted to cry at the way he had looked at her. As if she were a monster. An enemy. As if he loathed her. She bit her quivering lip, stopping herself from unleashing her emotions. What was done was done. It was her fault. There was nothing else to be said. Her selfish endeavours had led her to this moment. If she'd opened her eyes and realised what she had, maybe all of this would have been avoided.

She covered her face in her hands. How could she have been so stupid? So blind to her own fortunate situation? To think, she thought she was proving something. Proving her worth. By doing so, she left everything she loved. She groaned into her hands, embarrassed by her own ridiculous behaviour.

The next day came and went. (Y/N) planned on leaving Rohan.

Éomer had spent the night contemplating the encounter. Lying in his bed, staring up at the white ceiling, as thoughts bounced around his head. He blushed, recalling the day (Y/N) revealed her feelings, and they began courting. He was shy in the beginning. Always flustered. Every time their lips met, he thought he was dreaming. Those months had been bliss.