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It was with a great weariness in his bones that Éomer entered his bedchamber. The day had been long, the last of a week's absence, and he was in great need of a comfortable bed and a good sleep. He regarded his sleeping wife with a smile. Lothíriel was curled up on her side, her face a picture of serenity. The proceeding day would mark one year since they had been married and he felt more in love with her now than he ever had. Indeed, he would confidently attest that he fell a little bit more in love with her every day.
Swiftly he divested himself of clothing and slid into the bed. He wrapped his arms around Lothíriel, gently so as not to wake her. She snuggled closer to him unconsciously. He felt his whole body relax, his breathing slowing down and he surrendered gratefully to slumber.
Lothíriel awoke to the comforting familiarity of Éomer beside her. She smiled and curled closer to him, relieved that he had returned. His arms tightened around her and she looked up to see that he too had awakened.
"Good morning, Lothí," he said softly before inclining his head to kiss her.
"You came home," she murmured.
"Indeed," he replied. "We rode late into the night so that I could be with you this day."
She smiled up at him. "I am glad. I have missed you."
"I missed you too, my love," he said. "More than I can say."
"Show me," she whispered.
Their love-making was slow and gentle, both savouring every touch and every kiss. They lay together for a long while afterwards, their legs tangled up and their hands still caressing.
"I love you, my Éomer," Lothíriel breathed, although it hardly needed saying.
"My Lothí," he sighed. "I love you too."