An Eomer Fanfic
Based on an imagine found here
Eomer stared quite openly at you, it had been so since he had first met you after the battle of Helm’s Deep, since you had guided the women and children out into the now safe halls and then starting to help the wounded.
He’d had little time to talk to you with battles still looming on the horizon, but you remained in the back of his mind.
Now, he was King and it was forever frustrating to him that you only recognised him as such.