Warnings: none
Word count: 1311
Other: -
Requested: by anon
Eowyn is adamant to rip you out of the wonderful world of books. And if she can't do it alone, she will recruit her brother (even if he doesn't know it).
You were perfectly content in reading in peace, submerging yourself into the adventures and the great love stories, but Eowyn disagreed. She dragged you outside, placed a wooden training sword in your hand, and simply told you that the two of you would be practicing. You didn't get a word in until she came at you, and you clumsily tried to block her blows.
You had a red streak on your arm from one of her strikes, and you groaned as you hoisted yourself up from the ground.
"Why am I even doing this?" You asked, but your attention trailed away when you noticed Eomer standing in the yard. He was holding his sword as he was talking with the group of teens that were standing around him, who were gripping their blades in a tight hold. It was clear that they were not experienced with a blade, and Eomer was an intimidating opponent to go up against, even if he was just teaching them.
You watched, mesmerized, as he began to teach the boys, and became slightly too entranced in the way his muscles moved. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt (lucky you), as it was the middle of the summer, and you couldn't quite take your eyes off him.
That was until Eowyn swiped your feet from under you and you fell to the ground with a groan.
"Why did you do that?" You whined, rubbing your butt as it hurt, but also annoyed that she had cut off your view.
"You were staring into nothingness." She stated simply, and you huffed. You hadn't been staring at nothingness, thank you very much, but it was probably for the best that she though that you were.
You risked a peak again, but this time you weren't as lucky, and she followed your gaze to him. A smirk rose to her lips.
"How long has this crush of yours been going on?" She poked at you with her sword, and you gave her an irritated look, cheeks burning red.
"What crush?" You tried, but she gave you a look. Sighing, you shrugged.
"For a while now." She grabbed your shoulders and shook you sternly.
"And why haven't you told me of it?! I could have helped you to get to know him." You rolled your eyes.
"There's no chance for us, Eowyn. He's the Riddenmark, and I'm me, spending most of my time in the library." This earned you a scoff from your friend.
"You are a hundred times better than the stuffy ladies that now flock around him." You didn't answer, as you didn't want to continue about this topic, and picked up your sword, hoping it would steer her interest elsewhere. It did (, at least it looked like it).
Eowyn did not let the topic go, and continued to drag her butt out to fight when she deemed it necessary. Coincidentally, it always happened to be the same time Eomer would be out training, but when you questioned her about it, she pretended to not know what you were talking about. This went on for quite a while, and it wasn't great for you, as you tended to get distracted and Eowyn would get a lot of hits on.
Today you were practicing in the area next to him, and it was hard to keep your attention on your opponent when his soulful deep voice sounded from the area close by. Now that you had finished your training session, or more like 'Eowyn pokes you with her training sword while you are distracted' -session, you were panting, full of bruises and red streaks, with sand all over you, but you were also proud. You had managed to disarm her for the first time, which was some sort of miracle. Now, however, you were yet again collecting yourself from the ground as you lay there, dusting the sand off your clothes. Eowyn was standing over you with a smile on her face as you were giving her yet another glare.
"Are you alright?" You whipped yourself around so quickly that you lost your balance, but before you fell into the sand probably for the tenth time today, you were caught by a pair of arms. You felt like your heart stopped and your face turned bright red as you realized Eomer's arms were around you and your hands were resting on his chest.
"F-Fine." You managed and glared at Eowyn who was clearly trying to hold in a grin.
"I better go, uncle, is waiting for me." She chirped with a bright smile, and you wanted to strangle her, but settled for a smile that promised she would pay later. She would so be hearing about this later, especially if you embarrassed yourself.
You realized that you were still in his arms, and leaned back to get him to release you. His arms released you, and you stepped back, meeting his gaze but dripping your eyes immediately to your feet, moving a tuft of hair behind your ear. There was a short silence, slightly uncomfortable before Eomer spoke again.
"You need to balance your stance." You looked at him with a tilted head, and he gestured toward your sword.
"Your stance is off, you need to widen it slightly so she can't knock you off your balance so easily." Your blush, which had been settling, returned with double the color. He'd only know that if he had been keeping an eye on you and seeing how his sister some you into the sand time and time again.
"I-I'll try and work on it." You muttered, fiddling with the handle of your wooden sword.
The both of you sunk into silence again, your eyes sunk to your toes again and you didn't see Eomer opening his mouth to talk before closing it a few times. He had tried to come up with an excuse to talk to you for ages now, and he had been half thankful and half furious at his sister for dragging you into the training yard. She knew of his feelings for you and had decided to meddle, apparently.
"If... If you would like, I could teach you some maneuvers so you could surprise my sister the next time?" Eomer finally managed to force the words out of his mouth, and he was rewarded with a smile.
"I would like that very much if it's not too much of a bother." Eomer just shook his head furiously.
"It's not a bother at all. We are both too tired to train today, how about we take a walk instead and talk about different strategies?" Eomer was praying for you to say yes.
"Oh, I'd love to. But you'll have to excuse me, I need to change and maybe bathe first. I am all sandy and probably sweaty." You muttered, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks.
"Of course, of course. I should probably change too. I will meet you at the pavilion once we are ready?" You responded with a bright smile and hurried off.
Your walk turned out fantastic, you ended up dancing in the vast grassy hills surrounding Edoras, giggling like little children, stealing kisses whenever it was possible. You probably wouldn't kill Eowyn the next time you saw her. Unless you smothered her to death with a thankful hug.
Another request done today! To be fair, I had this mostly written already, it just needed an ending and much-needed spellchecking and then it was ready, so here it is!
Also, this was SOOO fun to write, it's Eomer and he's my favourite so it wasn't hard.