Warnings: -
Word count: 1347
Other: -
Requested: No
You try your best to keep your nerves from getting the better of you when Eomer is out on nighttime patrol, but it's not easy.
You tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Your brain was running a hundred miles and hour, and you sighed, placing your hand on your eyes. You had tried everything to fall asleep. You had turned the pillow over to the cooler side, you had opened your window to air your room out, you had shifted your pillow to the other side of the bed, and then returned back to your original positioning. You had stretched, walked around the room, drank some water, and counted so many sheep, but nothing was helping. Your mind was too loud, and you knew the only thing that was going to help was Eomer's return from the patrol.
The nighttime patrols had started when an increasing number of orcs had been spotted in the area, and the king decided that it couldn't be ignored anymore. Eomer had been tasked with the job of sending out more patrols, and he had announced that he would be going with them as much as he could, as he wouldn't put his men into a task he wouldn't do himself. His sense of justice was one of the things that had enticed you about him, but lately, it had started to annoy you. You knew he had a job to do, but you just wanted a one night where he wasn't out and about for half of the evening. You just wanted him for yourself for one night.
The biggest reason why you wanted him to go on a few fewer patrols was that you missed him. You missed his kisses, the sweet compliments, the windswept wildflowers he brought to you. You missed his hands, his voice, his presence. You missed the way he wrapped his arms around you, smothering you in his warmth as he enveloped you in a bear hug. You missed the featherlight kisses he would trail on your neck and face when you were half-asleep and he would be leaving early or returning late.
The constant worry you had for him wasn't helping either. You knew that Eomer was a skillful fighter, but you couldn't help but worry. If the situation was as bad as it was said, the number of orcs was nearly twofold when you compared it to the number of soldiers Eomer had. So you stayed awake every night until he came back, your heart pounding until he returned to the room, exhausted. Most nights, he stumbled around the room as he removed his armor and boots before he collapsed to bed and fell asleep immediately. You settled for laying on your back, once again accepting the fact that sleep would not come to you until Eomer was safely next to you. Trailing your eyes on the roof and the patterns of the wood it was built of. You sighed deeply and crossed your hands over your stomach, staring at the roof but not seeing the patterns on it anymore, too lost in your own thoughts.
You jostled when the door swung open and Eomer stumbled in. He was still in his armor, only his helmet was under his arm. With a heavy breath, he placed the helmet on the dresser next to the door and limped deeper into the room.
"Eomer." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and he turned to look at you, a small smile spreading on his exhausted features when he saw you awake, sitting on the bed.
"Couldn't sleep?" You nodded in answer as he began to fiddle with the ties of his armor. His fingers were shaking, the buckles and leather slipping out of his grasp, making him curse silently. You stood up from the bed and walked to him, batting away his hands as you opened the buckles and slid the armor off him, placing it on the floor. Eomer groaned and rolled his shoulders. When he turned slightly, you saw the wound in his leg, slightly above his knee and your heart jumped.
"You're hurt." The gasp left your mouth in a breathless whisper and you ushered him to a chair, looking at the wound in his leg with furrowed brows.
"It's just a graze, darling, nothing to worry about." He tried to assure you, but you gave him a small glare, pushing him back onto the chair as he tried to stand up.
"I decide what is and is not worth worrying about." You grabbed his shorter pants to his face and exited the room, speaking over your shoulder.
"Put those on and for the love of God, be careful with your leg."
You returned shortly after with a bowl of hot water that had herbs in it and clean bandages to bind the wound. When your eyes skimmed to the chair it was empty, and they jumped to the bed where you saw the light outline of his shoulders, rising and falling slowly. You placed the water and bandages on the table and sighed, not wanting to wake him up. Unfortunately, you had no other choice, as you saw the tattered bandage he had thrown on the wound to cover it. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him, earning a displeased groan.
"Let me sleep." You shook him again, this time with more force.
"You have to sit up so I can clean the wound and tie it." You mumbled, placing a kiss to his cheek and he stirred, slowly pushing himself and sitting up. You smiled at his sleepy face and grabbed the bowl, starting to wipe the wound, trying to be as gentle as possible. Your heart stung every time Eomer jumped or winced, and you tried to comfort him with kisses.
You placed the bowl down and went to pick up the bandages, but a pair of arms wrap around your middle and you squeak as you are pulled into Eomer's lap.
"Eomer, I need to bind the wound now that it's clean." You protest half-heartedly, but thoroughly enjoy the warmth and closeness of your husband after so long.
"But I want to hold you." He mutters into your neck, now peppering it with kisses and making you squirm lightly, the air from his breath tickling your skin.
"You can hold me after I bind it." You mutter, making a feeble attempt to escape his arms. In truth, you would rather stay where you are, but you still need to bind that wound.
"Eomer. It will take me only a moment." You give him a small gentle peck of a kiss to his lips, and he fakes a pout but lets you go. You shiver at the loss of his body warmth but grab the bandages and tie them around his leg firmly.
The moment you tuck the end of the bandage hidden, you have swept off your feet and into the warm embrace of your husband again. You let out a laugh as your husband rolls over, you still in his arms, and you end up on the bed, face to face with him.
"Hello, gorgeous." He whispers, his lips finding yours immediately and you melt into the kiss. It's warm, filled with love and everything you have missed. When you pull away he peppers a few small kisses to your lips, the featherweight pecks mostly tickling you, causing you to giggle. Snuggling closer to him, you place your hand on his chest to feel the steady heartbeat, and you yawn, tucking your head under his. His hand slides to your hip and tucks you closer, smothering you with the warmth of his body. A small smile spreads to your lips as he starts rubbing small circles on your hip, and you close your eyes, happy that he is here.
Just something sweet and uncomplicated that I wrote just to get the idea out of my head. I also wanted to write something other than requests for a change, so this is what I came up with. More Eomer, because why not!
Also, the 100th chapter is approaching so if you have any ideas for what I could do for the special, let me know in the comments or private messages ;)