Okay, in Tumblr, I made the option to ask me request for fanfics, and I was requested to write a Éomer/Faramir one. So, here it is, after posting it on Tumblr.
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The kiss
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Faramir had really cared for Éowyn, maybe he even loved her. After all, he had helped him when he was on the House of Healing. He had liked the warrior in her. So it was logical that when they all returned from the battle at Mordor's gates, he fell in love with him.
It was this great warrior with the blood of the Rohirrim in him. This air rough majesty, this untamable stallion. And he lost his heart to him. The formalities of the after-war drew them close. Their shared tables and meetings. He had hidden his feelings and acted as normal as he could.
And Éomer trusted him, he would have long talks with Faramir. One day, the proximity of their relationship has proven dangerous. They were talking about the set he had against Gimli, when said dwarf appeared near by.
"Don't you think I would defeat him?" Éomer whispered to his ear.
And Faramir couldn't hide the tension anymore, and the Rohirrim felt it and something broke inside of him. The desire awoke in him as strong as it was in the Captain of Gondor.
But this was the men that was in a relationship with his sister, his fierce fragil sister. The one that had had so much trouble finding happiness. And he had never seen him so happy as she was going out with Faramir.
They held each others looks for a while, till Éomer walked away in a hurry.
It had been a week since the 'incident' and Faramir had barely seen Éomer, he had avoided him as much as he could. Their relationship was not swift anymore, it was abashed and uncomfortable.
Faramir was in his room, with paperwork for the arrenging of Aragorn's coronation when his door opened suddenly. Éomer walked in with steady steps. The Steward barely had time to open his mouth on mid-shock, when the Rohirrim grabbed his face and kissed him.
It was an angry kiss, fulled with hidden pasion. It was the rough kiss of two warrior, they both fighted for victory with their tongues as swords and their mouths as battlefields.
The kiss softened after a while, and it became a dance. And when they broke apart, Éomer held his eyes with his.
In that look they told each other everything. And when Éomer walked away from that room, everything was settled.
"Faramir, Steward of Gondor, and Prince of Ithilien, asks that Éowyn Lady of Rohan should be his wife, and she grants it full willing. Therefore they shall be trothplighted before you all," announced Éomer.
Faramir and Éomer look at each other in the eyes. And when the toast was over, Éomer spoke again.
"Thus, is the friendship of the Mark and of Gondor bound with a new bond, and the more do I rejoice."
It was true, because they would always have that one kiss.
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Hope you have liked it. :)