#Eomer x OFC

[as-amemory]

I Could Drive You Crazy

Pairing: Éomer x OFC (unnamed)

Summary: She drove him crazy, with her little mannerism specifically crafted to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, for it was then, in that sweet spot before he starts to boil, before his true ire took over, that they find themselves in the heated throws of passion.

Warnings: NSFW, explicit, racism against Dunlendings (if thats a thing? I don't know, I'm new here), unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: less than 2k.

Setting: Aldburg, Rohan - some years before the War of the Ring.

Notes: This is the result of me ovulating and having no outlet as well as a song-bug stuck in my ear: I Could Drive You Crazy by Sierra Ferrell. Basically its a song about being crazy and I thought that might make for an interesting character to pair Éomer with, since apparently I enjoy watching him suffer. I'm not yet ready to name this OFC. I kind of hate her but I want to play with her a few more times and see what mischief she can get up to first before I decide if she needs a permanent residence.

I'm probably going to the small section of hell they specifically reserve for the sickos who deface Tolkien's works with such vulgarity. Enjoy!

Hay Fever threatened to take him fully yet she barged through the door as if he hadn’t complained to her that morning of an oncoming headache. She loved to do that. Ignore his every word and then act surprised when he was upset with her for having to repeat himself. Rare did he share his feelings with others, rarer still that he was forced to repeat himself. Not as Third Marshal of the Mark, Lord of Aldburg. People listened when he spoke. She did not. 

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she says, voice full of spite. He hated when she called him by his name so casually. He never particularly cared for the triviality of titles. It matters not to him how he is referred to, as long as he first gave leave to call him by his given name, yet she takes the privilege without even bothering to ask permission.

She eyes the hound dogs sprawled at his feet with contempt. She did not like that he allows the dogs to reside inside the confines of his home. They belong in a kennel, outside. “They look as though they will devour me.” 

This was his home. It would do her well to get used to seeing them laying on the floor. He sits back in his seat appraising her, the judgment seeped deep in her dark eyes. She is of mixed ancestry, there is no doubt of that by looking at her. Carrying enough blood of the Dunlendings to mark her differently. A mark of his resentment towards her. Resentment that blossomed into hate, the sweet fuel to their more rousing escapades. 

“I should let them.” The threat comes out harsher than he intends, the start of a cold restricting any tenderness from escaping his throat. 

Tossing two halves of an uneaten pheasant on the ground the dogs swallow it whole in one bite. He had taken his supper in his room that evening, not in the mood to dally with the residents of Aldburg. Typically the seasonal Hay Fever did not affect him but the heavy spring rains had caused an influx of new weeds to run wild in the fields causing him to feel less than ideal. Currently a pain bloomed behind his eyes and at the base of his throat, leaving him in no state to make friendly conversation. Yet here she is, when he had specifically ordered the Doorward not to let anyone into his rooms. 

She could drive him to insanity with her blatant disrespect of him. He did not know why he kept her around. They had nothing in common and his list of grievances against her was long in number, dating back almost a year prior, growing longer still.

Showing up late to a personal invitation to go riding, acting as though they had never agreed to a time and certainly not a place of meeting. She had once offered to cook him supper to which he almost choked on the bones swimming in the stew. Had ruined a hunting trip, scaring away all the animals with her incessant humming. A tune which was stuck in his head for almost a fortnight. There was no fishing to be had with her, requiring more patience than whatever little she possessed. Yet time, and time again, him found himself tangled in sheets of his bed with her, or roughly pressed against the edge of his desk in the solar, partial to the idea of being caught, or in the hayloft above the stables, straining so deliciously tight around him as she rode - 

He teeth grind at the sight of her, fluttering about his room, touching this and that, moving it slightly away from its original spot as she talks about her day. 

“I found a lovely bolt of cloth that would make a fine dress.” She has picked up the crystal paperweight from his desk, peering at it as if she is speaking to the paperweight and not him. 

So it was money she wanted? He should have known better than to think she was checking on his well being. He lifts his chin, waiting for her to meet his eye. She would have to ask him directly if she desired any coin from him but she continues to pick up random items just to set them down again, completely ignoring him. 

“Come here.” His patience has grown thin. He will not ask her twice yet she looks at him as if he should be the one crawling on his knees to be near her. As if he should hand over his purse just to be allowed the honor of being in the same room as her. 

When he does not concede to her silent petition she nods her head in appreciation to his stubbornness. A sly smile curls on her lips as she approaches him, already lifting her dress to better seat herself on his lap. 

“I don’t know what I ever liked about you,” he says gruffly as she straddles him. Pushing aside her skirts he unties the laces of his trousers. He would have his due of her before this Hay Fever set in fully. 

She laughs mockingly at that. “You love me.” 

“I don’t think I do.” He nips at her lips and she smiles ruefully. Skirt pulled around her waist he is able to easily palm the wet folds of her labia. “You seem to like me,” he draws out, pushing the heel of his palm into her sensitive nub, eliciting a delicate gasp from between pink parted lips. He takes the opening to kiss her fully when she otherwise does not particularly enjoy the intimacy of a long drawn out kiss. She surprises him by matching the energy, eagerly molding her lips against his. Rutting down on his hand and along his ever hardening cock causes a gasp of his own to escape his mouth and into hers. His eyes closed briefly at the contact. They had last laid together only that morning. Was he so fallible to her that he could not even keep from gasping out like an inexperienced adolescent? 

She bites down on his lower lip. Hard, drawing blood. He hisses his resentment through clenched teeth, digging his fingers into her side. He hated when she did that. This she knows. She remembers that particular detail about him, yet could not remember the name of his first horse or his favorite fishing spot. More than anything she loved to know what he hated.

She is trying to get a rise out of him. Make his boil, just a little. The sex was always better for it. 

“Minx,” he growls against her mouth. Taking hold of his cock he spreads the juices of her pleasure along the length, lining himself up with her entrance. Greedily he flicks his hips up into her without warning. She laments her pleasure, loud for all to hear. The Doorward, no doubt, will not be expecting reprimand from him, not when he can so clearly hear the results of his mistake. 

Wiggling against him she tries vainly to adjust to the size difference but he holds her in place, fingers digging into her sides. He wishes that he wasn’t so incorrigible. That he wasn’t so tempted by her teasing. That he could withhold himself from acting out so rashly. Maybe like that of his older cousin, whose poise and sense of propriety had always come with ease. Yet he falls for her time and time again, fucking her exactly as she enjoys. As he enjoys. 

Letting his eyes linger on her undulating body he sets his jaw to keep from baring his teeth at the pressure of her rolling hips. If only she rode horses as good as she did him then she might be worth her weight in the saddle. Yet for all her withering she is shit astride a horse. It was that cursed Dunlending blood, tainting her ability to be anything but subpar.

A whimper escapes her lips, and he smiles cruelly, at least she suffers, same as him. She rides him slow, a painful pace that leaves him groaning. His only respite from her torture is his thumb circling her clit. She might know everything he hated but he knew exactly what her body loved. Specifically how to milk an orgasm out of her that would leave her seeing stars. It starts slow. Small circles to bring her to attention, and then an increase of pressure as blood engorges to the area. Her breathing hitches in her throat. Like the cat that caught the canary, he smiles at the sight of her. A harsh thrust of his hips, he fills her fully causing her pace to falter. The careful placement of his thumb halts, watching the confused look cross her features as her incoming orgasm slips out from under her. 

His name is a growl on her lips, a slight warning. “Éomer.” 

That he could take his name from her lips. 

She knows the game he plays, the same one she taught him all those years ago. His thumb picks up pace with her rolling hips. He cradles her neck with his free hand. Skin hot, beneath his touch. A sheen of sweat is building along her hairline. He traces the curve of her collarbone and down her chest, across to her nipples, hard beneath her bodice. She is almost as sensitive here as she is between her legs, her hands clench around his shirt trying to hide her rising ecstasy. His nostrils flare, eyes trapped on the expanse of her face, carefully watching for each small indication of her pleasure. 

Turning her head she tries to hide from him but he quickly has her jaw clasped between his fingers. He would see her. Shaking her head she waves off his touch, attempting to cover her eyes behind her hand, like a child hiding in plain sight. He clicks his tongue, taking her hand in his and after some struggling binds them both in his clasp behind her back.  

“Go on then.” He flicks his chin in her direction. Her pace has all but stopped, hesitantly she finds it again, knowing full well that he now possesses all the power. The power to dish out pleasure as he saw fit.  

Yet her rolling hips are more powerful, more exaggerated than before, causing him to grimace, lest he call out her name. She would love that, revel in his undoing. He steels himself with a deep breath through his nose. A ragged breath from her lets him know she is close again. He slows his thumb, wondering if she’ll cry out, plead with him to give her what she wants. 

“Éomer.” His name, like a prayer on her lips, is soft and sweet, and he knows he no longer possesses the control he once touted. 

Letting free her hands, he pulls her in close until her head rests against his. He can feel the warmth of her breath as he takes his pace, thrusting into her. She has brushed away his teasing thumb, replacing it with her own skilled fingers. A shuddering breath and she tightens further around the length of him. She cries out loud enough that he is certain they hear her in the Great Hall. He is still thrusting into her as she convulses hot and heady around him but he soon follows suit, letting his release run him fully with a loud groan of his own. 

Panting, she rests her head against his chest, forehead sticky with sweat it clings to the thin fabric of his shirt. She does not cuddle. She never has lingered in his arms as they slowly drift down from their high. She slips off his lap and he shutters at the sudden loss of contact, hands gripping the armrests of the chair. 

By the time he has regained his senses enough to stand she has relieved herself and wiped clean his seed dripping down her thighs. Maybe a good romp was the cure to any oncoming ailment. He drowns the last of his ale, eyeing her as she smiles prettily for him under dark thick lashes. So demure and pliant, when only moments earlier he was ready to have her thrown from his room for her uncouth behavior.

“You spoil me, my lord,” she says coyly. He bites back a scoff. 

Her gaze is taken with the leather purse heavy on the corner of his desk. A slight nod of his head and she promptly reaches across the expanse, showing off the long lines of her body, and that of the soft curves she knows he loves to grab hold of during their coupling. Deftly, her fingers dip inside the pouch, taking out three coins. 

“This should cover the cost.” Her gaze darts to him, searching for any subtle hint of permission that she could take more but he is hard set against giving her indication. Already she pushes the bounds of his generosity. 

“And one more,” she purrs softly, plucking a fourth coin out. “As insurance to return to you.” 

He rolls his eyes, knowing well she will only return when she pleases not because she feels indebted to him. Offering a low curtsey, she mumbles her thanks, letting his gaze linger on her, on the low cut of her dress. Her bosom all but swells out of the strains of her bodice. When did such a salacious style come into fashion? Surely his sister did not expose herself so scantily in Edoras? He bites his lip, thoughts of his sister quickly pushed from his mind replaced instead by the women so humbly lowered before him. Already he feels a slight twitch of his groin. 

She rises, satisfied with her display of deference. A Haunting smile on her lips, she glances at the hound dogs splayed out on the rug. 

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she instructs as a final goodbye. Out the door he is certain she can hear his mocking laughter following her.  

#I probably got his voice entirely wrong #but I had fun writing this #eomer fanfiction #Eomer x OC #Eomer x OFC #Eomer smut #lotr fanfic #lotr smut

[sotwk]

Commissioned Fanart by @beelzeebub for my Eomer x Reader WIP,

Till Morning's Light

Okay, I know I should have kept this under wraps until I actually completed the fic it's supposed to accompany. But I couldn't help myself. I hope I am able to complete this story soon (it's been stalled for weeks now), since it's supposed to be just a long one-shot.

This fic is also competing with the other Eomer WIP I have ("Taken"), but I swear both of those are In Progress and are on the top of my priority list--you may thank Karl Urban for keeping his siren hold on me. <3

Story Premise: OFC Reader has fallen gravely ill to a winter illness spreading around Edoras. With disparate social classes dividing them, Eomer has taken her friendship for granted for years. As death looms close, he now faces losing her without getting a chance to admit that he has loved her all along.

I posted an excerpt HERE a while back. Sadly, not much more has been written since (Has it really been 2 months?? OMG what?! Where has my head been??), but I'm trying my best!

As always, thank you to everyone who has shown me support, encouragement, and most of all, patience!

P.S. Artist @beelzeebub is still open for commissions! They are amazing to work with and always so worth the money! Highly recommend checking them out for your fanart commission needs.

#eomer #eomer x reader #eomer fanart #eomer fanfiction #sotwk commission #artist beelz #sotwk wip

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: Awesome OFCs edition

For some reason OCs tend to draw a lot of fire in certain fandom circles but I love them unapologetically. For me they are a brilliant way to add something new, something unexpected to a well known and well loved story. So, here‘s my utterly incomplete list of „fics that should be read for their awesome OFCs alone“.

Make way Lizzie Bennett, Sophie Hatter and Tiffany Aching, there are a some new girls in town! 😁

Theodora Byrne in @esta-elavaris epic "Catch the Wind" (AO3).

Oh dear, where to start. I am forever in love with Theo. I'd kill for her, I'd die for her. Her sass, her indomitable spirit, her way of throwing poor James Norrington off kilter. The whole story is just shy of 418k words and a beautiful, terrifying beast to behold. I unwisely started it on a Friday night shortly before going to bed and simply could not stop until my darling, long-suffering husband put his foot down on Sunday and made me eat, drink, shower, sleep and (most cruelly) sent me off on Monday morning to resume adulting.

I'm not sure if I should own up to it in public but to tell you the truth: I have not been able to pick it up since that day. Not because I do not want to (oh how I want to!) but because I am afraid. Afraid that the story will end and I am not ready for it. Afraid for what might happen to Theo and James. When I left them in chapter 63/101 they were happy, comfortable and (relatively) save but with the whole ordeal of "At World's End" still ahead of them.

Should you still put down everything else to read it? Yes! Absolutely! Go! Now! Shoo! And don't be a wuss like me, the story deserves so much more!

Pirates of the Carribeans. James Norrington x OFC. Rated E.

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Nika in "This Destiny is Mine" (AO3) by @messy-insomniac-bookgirl

I knew I was done for when one of my favourite authors decided to let one of her gorgeous female leads tackle one of literature’s most heinous crimes: The fate of Boromir. No way I would not root for her, rage with her, fear for her, laugh with her. A beautifully nuanced and overall kick-ass female lead that I cannot get enough of.

The story itself is not too long yet and is intriguingly hard to place. The author calls it a fix-it. And it is... but also not... not really... It gives us an OFC but she's no 10th walker. It has already made me feel everything it is humanly possible to feel, sometimes within the span of one short chapter alone.

Amazing storytelling and I cannot wait to find out where this journey will take Nika.

Lord of the Rings. Boromir x OFC. Rated E.

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Jenya in Bramandian0336's "Black Honey" (AO3)

Having to deal with the emotional hot house that is Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is nothing for the faint-hearted and calls for especially intrepid female leads. So, this list would be utterly incomplete without her.

Meet, Jeyna: historian, archeologist and - suddenly and unnervingly - subject of Kylo Ren's scrutiny. I absolutely devoured her stroy with all it's amazing world building, obscure Star Wars lore and action.

Star Wars. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x OFC. Rated E.

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Asta in "Where I am needed most" (AO3) by @scyllas-revenge

Unable or unwilling to commit to any of the literary behemoths above? Then I have just the thing for you! A beautiful one-shot set in the chaos of the Battle of Helm's Deep. Wonderfully dense story telling garnished with spot on characterizations. Headstrong, brave, resourceful, sharp-tongued Asta is a sight to behold and I could not get enough of her clashing with Eomer.

Eomer/OFC. Idiots in love, shouting matches and kisses. Rated T.

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As mentioned: this list is totally incomplete. Please feel free to yell your own favourites at me in the comment section, regardless of fandom! 😁

And as always: a huge shout out to all the authors for your time, your talent and your dedication! You guys are absolute rock stars!

#fic recs #fanfiction #kick ass women in literature #james norrington x oc #kylo ren x oc #ben solo x oc #eomer x oc #eomer eadig x oc #boromir x oc #dancerinthestorm reads #and rambles #stories to cherish and re read for all eternity

[pegasusdragontiger]

Need help finding a fic. It's a Eomer x OFC fanfic on ffnet.

Women was from Sparta who somehow died and got sent to Middle Earth instead of going into the afterlife. The Fellowship come across her in a cave and she goes with them on the Journey eventually Eomer x OFC, slight Boromir x OFC at the beginning.

I can't find it on the ffnet at all, nor on my firefox browser from 2 yrs ago or 1yr ago? I'm wanting to read it again but having no luck! Google isn't helping much either. Don't think it's on Ao3 as I've not seen it! So if anyone remembers the fic or the title if you can let me know?

#Need help #Finding a Eomer Fanfic #LOTRs Fanfic

[gloomwitchwrites]

Hello Poppy (or Gloom)

Can I ask what you're working on right now? Like, what does your WIP list look like? I'm super curious about what goodies you're preparing for us!!!! (ps i love everything you write)

Poppy or Gloom is totally fine with me!! <3

I can absolutely tell you about my WIP list. It's pretty extensive and honestly a little bit insane of me to even consider all this stuff, but here we are!

My main focus at the moment is finishing Dangerous Pursuit, Ink & Needle, and working through all the requests I have lined up.

Everything else is being worked on in the spare moments that I have (while also trying to write my irl book)

If you're curious about anything listed, let me know! I'm more than happy to expand on anything anyone is curious about.

Current WIP list below the break!

Call of Duty WIP Ink & Needle: Tattoo Shop AU (in progress) Dangerous Pursuit (in progress) Task Force 141 What If & Imagines Series (in progress) Untitled Post-Apocalyptic AU w/ Ghost (outline in progress) Untitled Reverse Harem Task Force 141 Rock Band AU (outline in progress) Untitled König One-Shot Study BDSM Focused Modern-AU w/ Ghost (outline in progress) Untitled Captain Price Project (follower request) Task Force 141 x Trans Reader (follower request)

Star Wars WIP Fluffuary 2024 (in progress) Untitled Din Djarin Project (outline in progress) Untitled Hunter (Bad Batch) Project (outline in progress) Untitled Captain Rex x Jedi!ofc (in final edits) Untitled Boba Fett Project (outline in progress)

Lord of the Rings WIP An Unexpected Catch: Boromir x Reader (drafting) Untitled Legolas One-Shot Sauron/Halbrand x Reader One-shot (final edits) Legolas x Reader One-shot (final edits / follower request) Untitled Eomer x Reader (follower request)

The Hobbit WIP Mint & Stone: Thorin x Reader (outline in progress) 10 Thorin One-Shot Follower Requests

Skyrim WIP None at the moment :(

Events WIP Spring 2024 Collection Summer 2024 Collection Fall 2024 Collection Winter 2024 Collection Kinktober 2024

#call of duty fanfiction #cod fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfiction

[starryeyes2000]

Aeres: Chapter 2

Read on AO3 or FFN or Wattpad

Pairing: Eomer x OFC (Seren)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: The events in this story take place beside the War of the Rings and in its aftermath.

Millenia ago the handmaiden Ilmarë brought a gift to the world of men and foretold of its heiress. And of great need among all races after the darkest of times.

Shipwrecked on a small island, Éomer vows protection for a stranger. Neither speaks the other’s language. When a dark army invades, they flee to the safety of his principality in Aldburg. But enemies hunt them. Unraveling why sends them on a journey to the southlands, to Gondor, to Elven domains, and to the ravaged northern country.

Excerpt:

Éomer opened his eyes. Sunlight overwhelmed his sight; a blurred figure closed the shutter. Instinct raised a hand to his brow as shield. This small motion taxed an exhausted body beyond its limit and unconsciousness again claimed him.

On waking flickering candlelight cast shadows through the darkness of a room he did not recognize. Training surfaced and his muscles tensed, preparing for action be it offense or defense. Without moving head or body, his eyes roamed the space. His hands explored the firm surface where he laid, shoulders and head elevated and supported by thick padding.

A woman sat in a nearby chair. Hearing the change in his breathing, she smiled and spoke. Neither her face nor language were familiar. Instead of forming words his parched and irritated throat croaked. Propping on elbows he pushed up and forward. Winded and sapped of strength he sagged onto the bolsters.

Continue Reading on AO3 or FFN or Wattpad

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Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap

#eomer eadig #eomer x oc #gandalf #legolas #aragorn #eowyn of rohan #theoden #theodred #lord of the rings #lotr #fanfic #fanfiction #ocfanfiction #ocfanfic #eomer eadig x oc #fd: lotr #oc: seren #karl urban #fd: the lord of the rings #the lord of the rings

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Clever Fox

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

by Theavengershavetakenovermylife

A tenth walker fanfic, but with a twist I have not seen.

Our character falls into middle earth rather violently. Taken first to Rohan, she is nurtured back to health before the events of the fellowship. Adina is an ex-FBI trained now loner after her stalker pushes her to her death - her fate. Her blood flows with that of the enemy, and her soul is tied to the rings fate. Will she overcome the ancestry she discovers much down the line? Will she save those she loves?

An Eomer x OFC x maybe Legolas fic, I haven't decided.

Words: 12115, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Arwen Undómiel, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Gollum | Sméagol, Legolas Greenleaf, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Théodred (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gamling (Tolkien), Galadriel | Artanis, Haldir of Lothlórien, Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon

Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Éomer Éadig/Reader, Éomer/Original Female Character(s), Eomer/Reader

Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Plot Twists, Love Triangles, Unrequited Love, Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Adventure

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[writingfromkitchenator]

Mistletoe Is Good For Crushes

Christmas Fic

Masterlist

Eomer x OFC

Requested by Anon

Words: 995

Warnings: Awkwardness, fluff, mentions of pining, teasing

He’d been so careful, especially with the teasing going around, he’d managed to avoid getting himself caught.  It was frustrating, but even just the thought of getting caught was enough to make his cheeks burn.

It amused Éowyn the most, so he had a sneaky suspicion that she was the one currently behind this predicament he found himself in.  He had even insured that he limited his drinking, despite the celebrations, so he didn’t make this much of a fool of himself.

Now he was faced with his best dream and worst nightmare, and he had no idea what to do about it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Éomer could see Éowyn and Théodred snickering together, and if he wasn’t so embarrassed currently, he would’ve been annoyed at their meddling.

Goldryth was watching him, pink having flushed her cheeks, but much like him, she didn’t seem to know what to do next.

Éomer rubbed the back of his neck, feeling like all eyes were on him in the room.  He had wanted this for a long time, he’d admired her but never had the guts to talk to her.  The moment was suddenly before him, but he didn’t like that it was out of his control.

The mistletoe hung above their heads, and never more had Éomer been wary of the tradition than now.  He could not ask Goldryth to do this if she did not want to, he would never put that pressure on her, and yet, they were both just standing there staring at each other.

He still remembered when he first saw her.  They’d both been a little younger then, and she was out in the fields with her family, golden hair flying free in the wind as she laughed, chased by her younger siblings.  He’d been with Théodred exploring the lands that day, and he had simply just stopped and stared.

It was with some embarrassment that her family then joined his for dinner, and he wondered why he’d never seen her before.  Her and her oldest sister had spent the dinner giggling, and Éomer was sure that he was just going to melt into his chair from mortification.  His uncle had actually asked him if anything was wrong because he’d turned bright red.

After that, it had been shared, fleeting moments together, both of them feeling like it was almost stolen time.  They’d watched each other grow and were both old enough to make their own decisions.

Yet still they stood and stared at each other.

Éomer cleared his throat. “Goldryth...” he faltered, unsure what to say, and a blush rose in her cheeks as she broke away from his gaze.

“We...we don’t have to...” she said quietly and Éomer’s heart hammered in his chest.

“Do...do you want to?” He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.  He’d never considered that she returned his feelings.

Goldryth nodded before she stopped, her eyes going a little wide, and she gave him a nervous glance.

Éomer took a breath to steady himself before gently taking her hands in his.  “Goldryth, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.  If you do not want this, truly, then just-“

“I do,” she said in a soft voice, looking at their hands.  “I...I was just scared that you...you wouldn’t.”

“I do,” he said quietly, scared of any over hearing ears, despite knowing that Éowyn and Théodred would still be watching from somewhere.  “I have for a long time.”

Shyly, she met his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips.  “Me too.”

Éomer felt his face burn, but he returned the smile.  “Guess this is a little out of our depths, huh.”

She laughs and nods, giving his hands a soft squeeze.  “Noble duties hardly prepare you for romance.”

He hesitated for a moment, before slowly reaching up and tucking some that golden hair behind her ear.  “They do not, but I do want to learn.”

Goldryth leans into his hand a little.  “Me too.”

“May...may I kiss you?”

Her gaze glances up, back at the mistletoe, and she giggles.  “That is the idea of this I believe.”

He chuckled softly and drops his head, placing a quick kiss to her lips, making her whole face turn red before she broke into further giggles.  The two of them smiled at each other and then kissed again, still a little shy and nervous, but slowly getting used to each other.

Théodred whistled across the hall, making them both jump as he and Éowyn started to laugh.  There was scattered laughter around the hall as both Éomer and Goldryth stood awkwardly next to each other, not meeting each other’s gaze, but not letting go of each other’s hands.

Éomer cast her a smile as gazes turned away from them, and she returned it, the two of them giggling.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?” He asked quietly.  “Away from that meddlesome family of mine?”

Goldryth smiled and nodded. “In all fairness, my own had their own plans.  I think they’ll be disappointed they didn’t get to enact it.”

“I think I’m glad in that case,” he chuckled and led her through the hall.  “I don’t think I could’ve handled much else.”

They disappeared from the room and Goldryth’s sister went and stood next to Théodred and Éowyn.  “I told you it would work.”

Éowyn beamed.  “Old wives tale indeed.  How do you feel about it now Théodred?”

He chuckled and held up his hands.  “Alright, point proven.  Mistletoe is good for crushes.  Your brothers and my plan would’ve been much more entertaining though.”

“And traumatic.”  The two women said together.

“You’re next by the way,” Éowyn said innocently, making Théodred still.  “Can hardly have you pining after someone too, especially when you teased Éomer for so long.”

“Oh, do tell!” Goldryth's sister asked eagerly.

“And I’m done here.” Théodred said and quickly left the two women, who soon broke into giggles.

#christmas fic #the lord of the rings #eomer #eomer x original female character #eomer x ofc #eomer x oc

[brideofedoras]

A Little Night Watch Seduction...

Eomer and his lover share guard duty while on patrol.  She tries a different persuasion tactic to convince him to go public with their relationship.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Blowjob/handjob

Word count: 1075

“You’re late,” Sigrid looked over her shoulder when she heard Eomer walk up behind her.  Her lips curved into a smile at the exasperated look on the marshal’s face.

He groaned.  “I thought Elfhelm would never stop talking,” he quickly scanned the area before slipping his arms around her.  

She stiffened slightly.  “If you would just tell them--”

“No,” he attempted to distract her with teasing kisses along her neck.  “I don’t want anyone to know about us, Sigrid.”

No matter how many times she would hear that excuse, it still hurt.  She closed her eyes and schooled her features before responding with her usual question.  “Why not?”  She could only hope he would one day change his mind and shout from the parapet of Meduseld that she was his and he hers.

A foolish dream, a foolish hope.  She was a commoner from the mark, a skilled healer and shieldmaiden, and unworthy of being seen on the arm of the nephew of the king.

“I would have to transfer you to another eored, Love,” he caressed the column of her neck with his nose before nipping at her earlobe.  “I do not want you with Theodred or Grimbold or any other marshal.”

She pushed at his hands when he tugged at the laces of her tunic.  “And I am tired of hiding, Eomer!”  She failed in her attempts to keep him from undoing her top.  She tried not to moan when his callused hands cupped her breasts and chafed at her sensitive nipples.  “The men keep asking me to… to entertain them…”  She bit back a yelp when one hand tightened on her breast.  “I keep telling them no.”

“Who?”

There was no mistaking the jealousy in his growl or the possessive hold on her flesh.  “You’ve no right to be jealous, Eomer, not when you never discourage the flirtations of other women.”

“I’ve not been with another woman since you, Love,” his voice was low, hard.  

“And I’ve not been with any man other than you,” she whimpered when he snaked one of his hands down to her leggings.  “I feel like you are ashamed to be with me.”

“I assure you, I am not, Sigrid,” he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him.  “Tis not so simple to announce I am courting you.”

“Courting?”  Her brow shot up.  “Eomer, you sneak down to my cottage long after everyone else falls asleep and slip out long before dawn!  Am I not enough for you?”

“Sig-grid!”  His voice caught when she slipped her hands down his chest to curl into the hem of his tunic.  “Aye, Love, you are more than enough.”

She found the laces to his trousers.  “Am I not yours, my lord?”  She tugged the cording loose and brazenly slipped her hand over his growing bulge.  She slowly licked her lips, meeting his darkening gaze.  “Do you not wish to stake your claim on me?”

“Bema!”  He swore heartily when she gently squeezed his erection.  “You are mine!”

A shudder worked its way down her spine at his feral growl.  “Do you not want me to stake my claim on you, Eomer?”  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing girth.  “Or do you not want to be claimed?”

He stuttered out her name at that first stroke, barely keeping his voice down.  When she sank to her knees in front of him his eyes widened.  “Sigrid, you do not have… ahhhhh....”

Her tongue flicked out to lick along the underside of his shaft.  Eomer knew she hated giving oral pleasures.  The hazing prank when she’d first been assigned to his eored had nearly ruined her to men’s attention, had he not intervened and punished the bastards.  He had since vowed to never make a woman pleasure him orally.  “Sig--”

She sucked the engorged head into her mouth.  Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned around him, her fingers curling around his thick shaft.  Her free hand slid up his thigh to clutch at his hip, steadying herself when she began to bob her head.

She moved slowly, methodically at first, fighting back the urge to quit and run.  The hand on his erection moved in tandem with her mouth, she would never be able to choke down his length.  The thought frightened her, but she kept going.

She wanted to prove to him she was woman enough to handle him.

A low, guttural groan spurred her on.  She moved faster, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled back just enough to suck on the tip.

“Sigrid!”  He panted out her name.  “Sig, stop, please… I’m… Bema, I’m close!”

She lifted her eyes to meet his as she bobbed faster.  She felt him harden even more, he was very close.

Then she stopped.

Her jaw, her cheeks burned from the exertion, from his size.  But seeing him panting, feeling his leg tremble beneath her palm, seeing the sweat beading at his brow, hearing the way her name fell from his lips…

“Sigrid…” he glared at her when she let him slip out of her mouth.  

She blinked up at him before circling her tongue around the head once more.  “Do you not like this, milord?”  She asked innocently before slowly, deliberately flicking her tongue along the slit.

“Gods, woman, I do…” he groaned.  “But I’m not… not finishing in your throat!”

“Why not?”  She hummed against the shaft, making him jerk.

“I prefer to be buried deep inside of you when I do,” “ he hissed when she took him into her mouth once more.  “Sigrid, please, love!”

“No.”

Her open defiance triggered his orgasm.  Eomer could not contain the shout of her name as he spilled into her.

Sigrid carefully pulled back when he grabbed her shoulders and begged her to stop, wiping her spit from her chin.  She shuddered at the strange taste of his essence, swallowing rapidly to quell the uneasy feeling in her stomach.  “I…”  

She froze at the distant shout of Eomer’s name.  She looked up at him with wide eyes before surging to her feet and turning away.

“Not so fast,” his hand clamped around her upper arm and tugged her back to him.  “Watch isn’t over yet.”

Heat pooled low in her belly at the dangerous growl in his tone.  Sigrid did not resist when Eomer tugged her tunic off.

“You’re not going anywhere, Love.”

#lotr #eomer #eomer x ofc #smut

[emily-strange]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Original Female Character(s), Éomer Éadig/Reader

Newly crowned King Eomer needs a bride...but how can he look for a Queen when he doesn't know what it means to be a King in the first place? Maybe what he needs isn't what he's being told to look for.

Actually quite proud of this one haha let me know what you think! :)

#eomer #eomer of rohan #eomer eadig #eomer x oc #eomer x ofc #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr fandom #lord of the rings fandom #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fanfic #lotr fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfiction #karl urban #eomer smut #lotr smut #karl urban fanfiction #karl urban smut #riders of rohan #eomer x reader

[sotwk]

Listening to songs from Broadway musicals reminds me of three things.

Broadway love songs are SO DAMN ROMANTIC and are perfect for fic/writing inspiration. (I've long had one for Thranduil x Elvenqueen Maereth, and now I just discovered one for Eomer x OFC Shield-maiden.)

Musical theater actors are the easiest to fall in love with. Gorgeously handsome + amazing singing voice = a puddle of goo

I was a theater kid throughout middle and high school (even got some lead roles, occasionally)! It was soooo long ago, and I never really got back into acting/singing/performing again, but goodness, it certainly brings back memories.

#random thoughts #sotwk personal #fanfic soundtrack #favorite songs #broadway #theater kid #musical theater #love songs #get to know me #favorite things

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

Two Lands Two Hearts

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Pairing:  Éomer /Kinna (OFC)

Characters: Éomer, Kinna (OFC), Quaid (OMC)

Word Count: 2176

Warning: None 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So remember my Éomer x Reader fic A Union of Lands and Hearts? It wasn’t sitting right with me as a reader insert, so I’ve decided to change into an Éomer x OFC! The plot is the same, and this chapter and the next will follow the outline of my original two chapters, but they’ve been reworked slightly. If you have any questions about the characters, feel free to ask!

So, enjoy, and meet Kinna!

Italicized dialogue = speaking in Native tongue

The flags atop the gates of Edoras flew high in the late summer breeze, the golden sun that sat upon it glittering brightly behind the white stallion. Kinna watched the material ripple gently, making it appear as though the horse was actually galloping across the green field it stood in. It was a strangely calming sight, which was odd, Kinna thought, given the Horse Lords reputations of being ferocious warriors.

Her party crossed through the gates and into the city, the guards standing watch stepping aside to allow them entry. The main square full of townsfolk immediately quieted at their arrival, all staring at them. Kinna paid them no attention as she jumped down from her steed, holding the reins in one hand as the other landed on the hilt of her blade.

“Murderers.”

“Savages”

Whispers that could barely be heard started to make their way around the group of villagers, their stares boring into Kinna’s skin. It was a good thing her skin was as tough as the leather she wore.

“Father, are you sure this alliance will work? The people aren’t pleased to see us,” Kinna whispered, looking over to her Father and Chief.

“They are as uncertain as our people are, Kinna. And like our people they will abide their Lord's command despite their distrust,” Her Father answered, straightening his fur cloak and standing to full height as a group of soldiers approached.

“Chief Quaid, I bid you welcome to Rohan and to Edoras on behalf of Éomer King!” The head soldier exclaimed, bowing deeply before the Chief.

“I was expecting the King to be here to greet us. Does he think so little of us that he would rather be elsewhere?” Quaid asked, eyebrows furrowing together as he frowned.

Kinna watched on as all blood fled the soldiers face. “Not at all, my lord! The King was eager to meet you, but we received word this morning of a group of brigands roaming the North, and he went with some men to deal with them!”

“Impressive. A King who leads and fights with his men.” Quaid spoke to Kinna in their native tongue, and while the words were kind, they did not sound that way to the unknowing soldiers. Kinna forced herself not to laugh, as the man of Rohan looked increasingly worried.

“I was not expecting so much from the Horse-King, he may be better than we'd hoped,” Kinna responded.

“Tis a rare quality, to be sure.”

“Please, my lord. Éomer King has assured me that he will be back in time for your welcome feast and will extend his full welcome and hospitality to you then!” It was almost comical to watch the guard try and salvage the situation as best he could.

For a moment Kinna thought her Father was going to make him suffer more, yet then he bowed his head in acceptance. “Very well. Show us to our rooms and I will save my judgment for later.”

The soldier looked instantly relieved, bowing deeply again. “Of course, my lord. If you would follow me.”

Quaid took the lead, Kinna following close behind him as they were guided away from the main square. Their escorts showed them to a building near enough to the hall of Meduseld for them to feel welcome, yet far enough away to allow them privacy. Servants were there to greet them and take them up to their individual rooms.

Kinna stepped into her room, looking around the large space. It was entirely different from her home in Dunland, but it certainly seemed comfortable. There was a thick fur rug covering the floor, a large bed sat in one end of the room, while a dresser and wardrobe sat on the other with a table in the middle. It seemed the Horse-King wanted to impress them. She turned, thanking the maids who brought in her clothes, but was met with silence and uncertain glares.

Kinna couldn't blame them. If the positions were reversed, she would be equally as wary. Her people had never welcomed outsiders, least of all those from Rohan. The animosity was too much, had lasted too long. The people here had stolen their land, hunted them, killed them. It justified their deep-seated hatred of the Horse-Lords, but her people were not blameless. Clans from Dunland had pillaged and burned and murdered, and she knew the villagers were still trying to repair that damage.

There had been so much pain and hurt on both sides, and it needed to end. Kinna sighed, playing with the pewter pendant that sat around her neck as she walked around the room. She only hoped that her marriage to this Éomer would truly bring a stop to the hatred once and for all.

A horn sounded outside the house, shouts and the thumping of galloping hooves following it. Kinna walked to the window, looking out over Edoras. A group of men had just ridden in, their banner flying high, crying out with joy. One rider broke free from the group, dismounting as the soldier who had greeted them approached and spoke. Kinna watched on as he gestured to their building, the man following the motion. They were not a great distance away, but far enough that she should not have been noticed. Yet their eyes seemed to lock nonetheless. Kinna wondered briefly if she should look away or bow, it was clear this man was the King after all, but she refused. Éomer removed his helmet after a few moments, shaking his long hair loose of it, and bowed in her direction. Kinna bowed her head in return, a show of respect for a show of respect. Whether he saw it she did not know, but with it, the King turned away and led his horse to the stables.

A curious first encounter. She’d expected a dismissal from the Horse-King, at least for now until they were formally introduced, yet he was as courteous as he could’ve been given the situation.

She would find more out later. Speaking with him would help. She had a talent for seeing past people’s sweet words and pretenses.

Reaching once more to hold the crescent moon on its leather cord, Kinna took a breath, then began to prepare for the feast.

~

The hall of Meduseld was lit grandly for their feast. Bright torches led the way up the steps, stopping only in front of the golden doors. It was different from their own buildings, decorated intricately with gold leaves and vines, and wooden horses mid-gallop. Tapestries lined the hall inside, detailing events from Rohan's history. It was difficult to see them fully as they walked through the servants hurrying about to get things ready.

“Chief Quaid! I am Éomer, King of these lands, and I bid you and your kin welcome.” A tall man appeared before them, bowing to your father. He wore fine robes of deep green, his golden hair tied back neatly.

“It is an honour to finally meet you Éomer King,” Quaid replied, crossing his right arm diagonally across his chest, and bowing sharply in return. “I trust your hunt this morning was fruitful?”

“Indeed. The brigands will no longer trouble these lands.” Éomer offered a small smirk, then turned to Kinna. “Lady Kinna I presume?”

“I am Kinna, but I am no Lady,” Kinna answered gruffly.

“Daughter,” Quaid warned.

“It is fine. My apologies if I offended you.” Éomer smiled, inclining his head towards her, a twinkle of humour in his eye. “I am happy to meet you.”

“And I, you, Éomer King,” Kinna returned the gesture and smile.

Éomer took the time to greet all of their party, and introduced Quaid to several of his senior officers, before inviting everyone to sit and feast.

Quaid sat next to Éomer, and Kinna next to her Father as they ate. The men talked about a variety of things, from the food to battle to the many horses in Rohan, while Kinna kept to her thoughts.

Her response to Éomers greeting had not been planned, nor had she meant to be rude. Yet the King seemed to find it amusing. In some circumstances, she would've found that to be insulting, but it had not seemed that Éomer had been mocking her. At the very least, she'd finally been able to see him up close. He was more handsome than she'd expected, stern but kind, older than his years. It was not a bad thing, she supposed, there being an attraction. It would help certain parts of the marriage.

There was less time than she'd hoped to speak with Éomer during the meal, her Father keeping his attention for most of it, and before she even realised, the hour had grown late, and the feast had come to an end.

Éomer bade them goodnight with another bow and left them to be escorted back to their rooms. It was long past the time for sleep, but Kinna found herself restless and pacing. Perhaps it was the looming wedding. While she was an entirely willing participant, there were still nerves. She'd have to leave her home, her family, live here in this strange and foreign place where she still felt less than welcome with a man she barely knew. Or perhaps she was still too full from the feast.

With a sigh, Kinna wrapped a fur shawl around her shoulders and slipped silently out of the house and into the cool late night air.

Edoras was silent as she walked along the stone pier that overlooked the city, with only a few lights on in the homes, and fires burning atop the sentry towers. It was peaceful.

Footsteps echoed behind her, approaching. “I am surprised you are awake so late, Éomer King.”

“I was about to say the same thing to you after such a long journey.” Éomer came to stop next to her. “You knew it was me?”.

“I recognised your gait.”

Éomer looked impressed. “You have excellent hearing, Daughter of the Chief.”

“Dunlendings are skilled hunters because we listen as well as see.”

“Indeed.” The two fell into silence for a few minutes, both enjoying the night breeze. “I confess that I am happy to see you tonight. I wished to speak with you.”

With a raised eyebrow, Kinna turned and looked up at Éomer. It was strange, she thought, having to look up at a man. Her people were tall, but she was tall even for them, so it was different having need to gaze up. “About what?”

“Our marriage. The Chief and I are set to begin negotiations tomorrow for the deal that will come into place once we are wed, but first I wanted to ask if you were happy with this arrangement. You are...willing?”

“Was it not you who suggested this union to my Father?”

“It was, but that does not mean I would force you into something.”

Odd. Kinna had not expected him to be so concerned. When her Father had first told her of the correspondence he'd received from the King of Rohan, and the suggestion that they unify their lands in marriage, she'd been doubtful. But after time to think, she'd seen that it was the best way.

She nodded. “There's no need to worry. I walk into this willingly. For the good of all our people.”

“Good,” Éomer paused a moment. “I know this land is strange to you, but I hope in time you can make Edoras your home, and I will do all I can to see you happy here, so if there is ever anything you want, tell me and I will do my best to make it happen.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” Kinna smiled, looking up at the twinkling stars. “All I ask is that you do not expect me to be the kid of Lady your women are. We are different breeds.”

“I would never. You are a magnificent woman as you are now, I will never ask you to change that.”

She'd not expected him to be so amenable, but it was a pleasant surprise, and she found talking to him was more than pleasant so far.

“I must be going. I have dawn patrol with my men,” Éomer said, bowing to Kinna. “It has been a pleasure speaking with you. My Lady.” The twinkle was back with his final words, and Kinna laughed.

“Goodnight. My Lord,” She answered, watching as Éomer took his leave.

The Horse-King had been full of surprises today. Kinder than she'd expected and more mischievous. Some part of her started to feel that it would not be so bad here. The rest said to be wary. She still did not know the man, and his pleasant nature could disappear as soon as the deal had been struck.

She would see, she thought, turning and walking back to the house. Time revealed all, and she would cope no matter what his true self was.

Yet Kinna still found herself hoping that Éomer was what he seemed.

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#eomer #eomer x ofc #eomer eadig #The Lord of the Rings #Lotr #The Lord of the rings fanfiction

[melhekhelmurkun]

So here’s how it is in my mind;

Faramir is a trans bisexual (they/he) in a relationship with Eomer (he/him)

Eowyn is a trans ace lesbian (she/her) and hella gay for Arwen, also a lesbian (she/they)

Then there’s Aragorn (he/they) in a relationship with Boromir (he/him) and both of them are ace (Boromir is sex repulsed, Aragorn has no interest)

Legolas (she/they/xe) is with Gimli (any pronoun is fine unless they tell you not to use it)

Was Merry (they/them) ever married? Idk, doesn’t matter, they’re aro/ace now, but Pippin (he/she) is married and I don’t have any ideas for her aside from his pronouns but whatever

Sam (she/her) is in a poly relationship with Frodo (they/them) and Rosie (she/her) and all their children aaaahhh (holy shit there are so many?? I really love how their daughter Goldilocks married Pippin’s son Faramir, and also how Pippin’s son is named Faramir)

Gandalf is... Gandalf. I think we all know what that means. Gayer than the rainbow of Saruman’s robes.

#just little fellowship ideas #did I get all of the fellowship I might’ve forgotten someone #no that’s all nine plus everyone else mk #this is generally the sexualities and gender identities I use for all of them in my writing #ofc sometimes it changes depending on what it is I’m writing #but usually it’s this #lotr #eomer x faramir #eowyn x arwen #aragorn x boromir #legolas x gimli #sam x frodo x rosie #any tags I’m missing probably a few yeah #I love them all so much

[maybege]

sometimes I read the fics I never published and I yearn to finish them

#whoop de doo I’m getting emotional #there are two fics that I started writing during the break before I ever started writing for the mandalorian #and one is my first fic I ever write in English #and it’s like a thranduik x ofc story which I know is very out of left field for me #but I re read the bits I had during this trip #and it makes me remember just how much I love lotr and the whole thing #*dreamy sigh* #thranduil is my fave after eomer he’s just 🤌 #and also seeing how far my writing and English has come??? #amazing #so proud of myself #and I can’t wait to go back to taht story and start working away at it but by bit #may rambles

[starryeyes2000]

Weekly Digest: 1/22/2023

Fic Posts/Updates for the previous week and a few extras. Hope all have a great week!

The Road Back: Chapter 31 (On A Knife's Edge) * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Blast from the Past: Mudd, Harry Mudd 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

This is so inspiring me to finish the next Chapter of Aeres * Eomer x OFC (Seren) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN. (thanks @moonskip21)

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Series: Peaky Blinders Fanfiction - Piccola Rossa * @foxesandmagic * Mature 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟After the War, no one was quite the same. Even those that had stayed at home felt the strain of the fighting, the strain of warfare on civilians. People deal with change, and horrors, in different ways. For Luce, she left it all behind; for Stan, he tried to help his brothers in different ways without getting sucked into their world; and for Hal, he found himself looking for some kind of action. But what will Birmingham hold for the three of them, and how will they fit into the plans of Tommy Shelby, if at all?

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[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Peredhel

Erestor Peredhel x Samantha Johnson (OFC) - Unknown Chapters

Work Summary: Sam is a modern world woman that finds herself in Middle Earth with no way home. So she makes the best of her situation and becomes a cook for Rohan before traveling around Middle Earth for a few years to learn more about the food. She returns to Rohan days before a farewell party is being held for Lord Elrond before he parts for Valinor, where she meets Erestor. Who has been debating his own fate.

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Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

Summary: After a few years of traveling around Middle Earth to learn of food and culture, Samantha Johnson returns to Edoras. Her long-time friend, Eomer, reveals how much has changed.

Notes: My NaNoWriMo project!

Sam is from the modern world, but in her universe, LoTR doesn’t exist so she’s like Jon Snow: she knows nothing lol!

I know I was going to do a celebrity faceclaim, but none of them looked as good once I put the long elf hair on. Picture whom you want for Erestor.

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Edoras. The capital of Rohan, where the Riders of Rohan gather to serve their king and protect the people. The first home Sam had known since entering Middle Earth.

Sam rode up to the gates that were actually closed for the first time since she had called this place home. Rumors and stories had spread across the land of a devastating battle at Helm’s Deep, an attack on Gondor, and of an army marching on Mordor. Hopefully, Sam could get some answers.

“Who goes there?” A voice called out from the top of the city walls.

Sam raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, “It’s me, Sam! Please inform King Theoden of my return.”

Silence greeted this statement before the city gates slowly opened. Sam watched them for a moment before riding through the city and up the hill to the keep. As she pulled in front of the stairway that lead up to the House of Theoden, Eomer came strolling out, a large smile on his friendly face.

“Sam! It has been far too long, my lady!”

“That it has, old friend,” Sam dismounted her ride before allowing Eomer to crush her in a hug. “I see not much has changed since my departure. Though, hopefully, King Theoden has come to his senses about keeping Grima around.”

At the mention of Theoden’s name, Eomer became somber. “I have forgotten you were not around for the major changes in Middle Earth. Please, come inside so that we can regale each other with our stories.”

Sam worried about Eomer’s tone. “Somehow I believe your story may be more interesting than my own.”

They passed through the large doors into the keep as they talked and Sam was instantly tackled around the waist. Blonde hair blocked her vision and she began to giggle.

“I never would have picked you to be one to drop the formalities just to tackle someone with a hug.”

Eowyn pulled back to smile at her friend. “It is far too exciting to see you once again. Alive and well!”

Sam looked up and saw a handsome man with dirty blonde hair and a beard smiling at the exchange. “Oh, you have company!”

“Oh!” Eowyn blushed as she looked over her shoulder at the young man. “Yes, this is Faramir. His father had been the Steward of Gondor.”

Sam bowed her head as the man walked up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. I have heard so much from Eowyn and Eomer about your adventures together when you lived here. Is it true you are not from Middle Earth?”

“Faramir!” Eowyn chastised.

“It’s ok. Really. I stopped being homesick after the first few years. Yes, I’m not from Middle Earth. I’m from...well, it’s really hard to explain. But long story short, Gandalf has concluded I’m here to stay. And so I’ve made a great home here in Edoras.”

“Perhaps you will share your store at the feast if you are comfortable,” Faramir smiled.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Feast?”

Eomer cleared his throat. “Lord Elrond and his house will be here by week’s end. King Aragorn wanted to have one final feast for his kin before they sailed west for Valinor. They wished for a more intimate space so we have offered our keep.”

“Oh! Well, then I better get settled and head towards the kitchen. Is Evelyn still working?”

“Yes!” Came Eowyn’s excited cry. “She’ll be so happy to see you. Let me lead you there.”

Sam laughed. “Ok, ok, but let me greet your uncle first. I can only imagine how hurt he would be if I did not say hello.”

The room became solemn, and Sam instantly knew something was wrong.

“The stories are correct, aren’t they?  The battle at Gondor. The unnatural orcs running around. A huge war at the Black Gates.”

Eomer sighed. “Yes, they are all true. A small group left Rivendell a few years ago with the purpose of destroying a very powerful ring. Sauron’s ring. They were successful, but many were lost. Including our Uncle during the battle at Minas Tirith.”

“Oh my God,” Sam instantly gathered Eomer and Eowyn in a tight hug. “I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Eowyn sniffed in Sam’s ear, trying to keep back the tears even though it had been a few years. “Now, let us get you to the kitchen. You can show us all that you have learned on your travels.”

As the two women walked down the hall, Sam glanced back towards Faramir’s direction. “So is that why the son of the Steward of Gondor is here? For the Elf party? And Gondor has a king now?”

Eowyn gave Sam a small smile. “No. Faramir is the Steward of Gondor now. His father died during the Siege of Minas Tirith and his older brother was killed by orcs as he was trying to protect the hobbits in the Fellowship.”

“The Fellowship? Yeah, we definitely have a ton to catch up on.”

Eowyn gave a bigger smile at that. “We certainly do! I wish to hear all about your travels and to the different lands you visited. Which were your favorite?”

Sam laughed. “That’s a tough question. While I loved the people of Dale, I have to say the food was amazing at the Grey Havens. So many different cultures mixing to create a unique concept of food. Though, I will say no one makes comfort food like the Shire. Even if they are a bit wary of outsiders.”

“Did you dare venture into Mirkwood?”

“Didn’t have to. While I was in Dale, I ran into the Captain of King Thranduil’s guard, Feren. He was impressed with my cooking and asked if I would show the staff back in Eryn Galen a few things.”

Eowyn’s eyes grew wide. “I did not think King Thranduil allowed outsiders to touch his food.”

“Oh, I doubt he ate anything I made while I was there. Hell, I think he forgot I was there half the time. Which wasn’t a problem for me. I was there to learn about food, not schmooze politicians.”

Eowyn blinked in confusion. “What’s schmooze?”

“Right,” Sam laughed, “I forgot I haven’t been around for a few years and some of my slang may have been forgotten. C’mon. Let’s have a refresher course while I meet the new kitchen staff.”

Back in the main hall, Eomer was trying to explain where Sam came from better for Faramir. But it was far too confusing to put into words. As Eomer tried once more, a guard came into the room and bowed.

“My King, a counselor of Lord Elrond’s has arrived.”

Eomer’s eyebrows furrowed. “So soon? We were informed Lord Elrond’s party was not arriving for another three days time.”

A very tall Elf with long, black hair, piercing grey eyes, and a serious look came strolling into the room. “Indeed, but I have come ahead of Lord Elrond at his bequest. We have heard from Mithrandir that you have a chef from another world. While I may have concerns, Lord Elrond is intrigued and wishes to see if they can make some of his favorite foods.”

“Aye, that we do. Sam is an amazing cook and I have no doubt she will be able to make anything Lord Elrond desires.”

“Sam?” The Elf wrinkled his nose. “What an unusual name.”

“She says it is short for Samantha, a common name in her world. And what is your name, if I may ask.”

“Erestor Peredhel, Chief Counselor of Lord Elrond.”

Eomer gauged the elf in front of him and wondered if he should risk bringing him to Sam, knowing very well she could be the type to speak first and think later when someone has been rude to her. And while Erestor hasn’t been rude, per se, he does have an air about him that Sam would find...off-putting as she had once worded it.

“King Eomer?” The Elf pressed.

Eomer looked towards the kitchens and then back towards the Elf. “Forgive me, Sam has just arrived back to Edoras mere moments before your arrival. I do not believe she is receiving guests at this moment but I will be glad to ask on your behalf.”

“Please do. I shall wait here.”

Chapter 2

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