Part 167 of the Elfwine Chronicles. The Elfwine Chronicles are a series of one-shots built around the family group of Eomer, Lothiriel and Elfwine. The total number will depend on how many ideas I get for new vignettes.
Warmth
(Dec, 8 IV)
"Eomer? Is that you?" Lothiriel mumbled sleepily, as she heard the bedchamber door admit someone. Her husband had been to Aldburg, and it was uncertain when he would return. Normally she stayed up to greet him when he was expected, but the recent birth of their daughter left her too exhausted to manage it.
"Yes, my love. Were you expecting someone else?" he teased.
"Hush, you fool! Come to bed – I am cold!" she muttered, though he could tell by her voice that she was not truly upset with him.
"Ah, so it is merely a bedwarmer you desire rather than me personally. I am crushed!" he chuckled softly, moving quickly around the room as he discarded his armor and stoked the fire.
More awake now, Lothiriel rolled onto her back and smiled at him in the dim light, watching as he undressed and got into his night clothes. "That is absurd!" She paused for effect and then added, "I am the queen of Rohan. Only the very best bedwarmer will do for me! Now be quick about it, sir, before I find someone more cooperative to fill the position – a dog might suit quite well!"
Eomer gave a snort. "A dog indeed! You think I could be so easily replaced? I am a bedwarmer of the very highest quality!"
"Have you been drinking?" she asked suspiciously. "You are quite mad tonight, and how else to explain it?"
He snickered as he slid under the covers, reaching to pull her close, and she let out a small squeal. "Wretched man! You are not warm at all! Be gone!"
He held her firmly against her struggles to scoot out of his embrace, and pressed a heated kiss to her lips. Instantly her efforts subsided, and she curled her fingers into his hair as she returned it with fervor. "Hmmm…" she murmured softly as the kiss ended, "I am feeling warmer already. Perhaps you will do after all!"
Snuggling her close against him, he laughed. "That is excellent news, for I am tired and truly not in the mood to vanguish any who would presume to take my place at your side! Sleep, my love. I promise to do my duty this night, and every night I possibly can."
Smiling, Lothiriel curled into his side, and was quickly back to sleep.
THE END
12/26/07
Theodwyn was born in Nov, 8 IV.
End note: It is best that you read the Elfwine Chronicles in the order they were written. The more of them that I wrote, the more likely I was to make reference to one of the previous ones and something that happened there. If you want to read them in order, go to the top of this page and click on my name (Deandra). That will take you to my profile page. Scroll down and you will find all the stories I have written. The Elfwine Chronicles are in order from bottom to top since ffn shows them in the order they were posted. A few were posted out of number order, but you can read them in posting order or number order since those few won't be affected in the story content.