A/N: Warning: Eomer is very OOC in this chapter. I know that, in the books, he would carry out his assigned mission to the best of his abilities, without complaining, but for the purposes of this story he has to get a little bored and whiny. Sorry:/ Also, this chapter is way shorter than the last.

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So, they were finally at the meeting. After the events of last night, they had all fallen into an uneasy sleep. Haldir woke them up early and they walked all the way to Caras Galadhon, and Eomer had been sitting in the first of many meetings for the next six months. Celeborn was droning on and on about supplies and patrols, while Eomer pretended to be listening. The only interesting thing about the meeting was that Haldir was there. Eomer snuck a glance at him every now and then. He still had no idea while Haldir affected him like he did, but he figured a little glance here and there wouldn't hurt. Haldir's hair was really beautiful... it was so blond it was almost silver... Eomer stifled a yawn. He felt his eyelids getting droopy. And his eyes, Haldir's eyes...they were amazing also... a light stormy grey... very... distracting... And then his head hit the table with a loud thump that seemed to echo around the room. Eomer was fast asleep on the table, his head in the rolls of parchment he had been pretending to look at. Haldir stifled a laugh. Celeborn raised his eyebrows.

"My lord, please excuse Lord Eomer's behavior. None of his men nor my patrol got very much rest last night due to the large group of orcs that passed right below our flets."

Celeborn nodded. "We will resume this later. Perhaps you could wake Lord Eomer and lead him to his room, where he can rest for a while?" Haldir nodded. Celeborn stood up and dismissed the council, and everyone left the room except Haldir and Eomer. Haldir walked over to Eomer, lightly tapping his shoulder to wake him.

Eomer did not move.

Haldir let out an exasperated sigh and hit his shoulder harder.

Eomer still did not move.

Haldir hit his shoulder as hard as he could, and considering his strength, that hit could have broken a bone if Haldir had hit the correct spot.

Eomer did not even stir.

In the end, even after Haldir had blown an Elven horn in Eomer's ear, shouted his name, pulled the chair out from under him, and jumped on top of his back, Eomer had done nothing more than mutter in his sleep and roll over. Haldir retrieved a bucket of ice-cold water and poured it over Eomer's head. Much to Haldir's amazement, Eomer woke up.

Actually, he sprang up off the floor, cursing, and looked around, shaking water out of his hair. His eyes fell on Haldir, who stood a safe distance away, absolutely shaking with suppressed laughter. "Whatever. Laugh," Eomer grumbled. Haldir burst out into his loud, musical laughter again, and managed to bring a smile to Eomer's face despite the circumstances.

"That," Haldir laughed, "was absolutely hilarious." Eomer glared at Haldir.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Oh, yes," Haldir grinned. "I tried *everything* I could think of. You sleep more heavily than a drunken orc." Eomer glared again. "Come on. We should get you to your rooms so you can dry off." As they stepped out of room and into the drafty corridor, Eomer shivered despite his efforts. Haldir noticed and removed his cloak, setting it over Eomer's shoulders. Eomer tried to protest, but Haldir stopped him with a finger over his lips. Eomer gasped at the feeling of Haldir's finger against his mouth, but quickly followed Haldir.

Haldir led them down hall after hall, turning several corners and walking for what felt like forever to Eomer before they finally came to a door at the end of a hallway. It was a secluded hallway, with only a few other doors. It was far away from the main corridor. Haldir opened the door and gestured for Eomer to enter. Eomer did, and Haldir followed him.

It was a large room, with a view of the forest out the large windows. There was a huge bed with lots of heavy blankets, and through another door, there was an equally nice bathroom with a large bathtub.

"Will this be alright?" Haldir asked. Eomer nodded.

"It is very nice, thank you."

Haldir smiled. "My room is the next door down the hall. If you need anything, feel free to come ask." Eomer nodded and thanked him again. Only when Haldir had left did Eomer realize he was still wearing the elf's cloak.

Eomer signed and sat down on the bed. He lifted the cloak to his nose and smelled it. It smelled distinctly of trees and wood, and the smell brought an image of Haldir to his mind.

Yes, he needed *something* from Haldir. The problem was, he didn't know what it was.

A/N: I know that it is extremely unlikely that Eomer would *ever* sleep that heavily. Actually, I don't think *anyone* could sleep through that. But, like I said earlier, there's some OOC-ness in this.

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