He traipsed silently through the quiet halls. He had been away from Edoras, and more importantly his wife, for far too long. There had been many bands of rogue orcs that were roaming through his country that had to be dealt with. It had been raining for most of the time they had been away, and he was positive that he was leaving a muddy, wet rail behind, but could not bring himself to care. He was wet, muddy, exhausted and had a beautiful wife waiting for him in his bed. The thought sent a quick thrill of desire through him and he silently sped up.
He reached his chambers, entering quietly. He could see a small mound, bundled under the covers of the bed, with dark curls spilling softly across the pillow. He grinned despite himself of the peaceful picture of his wife. He turned softly and headed to his chambers, where he proceeded to remove his armour.
He returned quietly to their room to find Lothiriel had kicked of the covers. She was curled in a tight ball, her arms tucked tightly around herself; he noticed she was wearing one of his old shirts. It had risen scantily high on her legs and he could see an ample amount of cleavage peering out at him. His gaze roamed over her before finally reaching her face were he found a pair of sleepy grey eyes regarding him. She blinked a few times and sat up, slowly rubbing her sleep filled eyes.
"Eomer?" she questioned softly, before scrambling off the bed and launching herself at him. He barely had time to open his arms and catch her but he couldn't stop the grin spreading over his face. He breathed in deeply, bearing his face in her hair, breathing in the smell of her and chuckled softly as she clung to him. Her small arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs clamped around his waist. He pulled back from her slightly only to have her fasten her lips on his. He grinned against her and backed up blindly towards the bed. His feet hit the side of the bed, propelling him forward as well as her. She kept her arms tightly around him, savouring ever touch and smell. He pulled back briefly, pulling the old shirt she wore off. Quickly reclaiming her mouth one hand went to her breast and the other buried in her hair. She arched impatiently against him as slowly his hands trailed from her neck, to her breasts, to her stomach were they paused. He pulled back looking at her questionably as his hands softly caressed the small swelling of her stomach. She returned his questioning gaze with a broad grin before leaning up and pressing her lips against his ear.
"Im glad you have returned my Lord" she whispered softly in his ear "for I would much rather raise our child with you then on my own"
Child? He could scarcely believe. She was with child? He was going to be a father? She watched a range of emotions cross his face surprise, confusion, worry, wonder before finally settling on excitement. He bent down kissing her again whilst resting his hands on her stomach.
"We made this" he whispered wonderingly
"Yes we did, my King, My Lord, My dear dear husband" she whispered back to him, grinning, before kissing him soundly.