Title: Healing
Author: Erandir
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Haldir/Eomer
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Thanks to Doc Frosch, my beta.

Notes: Well, people asked for scenes from daily life after marriage (and some more porn), so here it is. The requested epilogue.

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Eight years after the ending of the war everyone had settled into their new lives. Eomer had gotten used to his position as king of Rohan, and though they had faced some adversity at first, he and Haldir were now living happily. The Elf was well loved by the people now despite the few people who had opposed the idea of an Elf, a male one at that, marrying their king. He had tried, though, and eventually gained their approval.

Haldir's back still bothered him from time to time, but the wound had faded to only a jagged scar down his back. The Elf was self-conscious of it, but to Eomer it was a reminder of why they were together now. He would not have it any other way.

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"Eomer?" The king looked up from his work as he heard his husband say his name. It was no surprise to him that he had not heard Haldir come down the hall, he rarely did. The Elf often snuck up on him without meaning too, even now he often forgot to make his steps louder so Eomer could hear him.

Haldir stood in the doorway, leaning around the frame as he looked into Eomer's study. "Are you busy?" he asked, glancing at the papers that sat in front of Eomer. "I thought we might have lunch together?" he held up the small covered basket he held in one hand, bringing Eomer's attention to it. Even this long into their marriage the two made sure to take at least one meal a week in private. Sometimes they barely managed that, other times they had practically every evening to themselves. Eomer's schedule was far too sporadic for them to make any definite plans, though, but they had grown used to that by now as well.

A smile crossed the Rohirrim's face and he pushed his chair back from his desk. "I think a break would do me good," he commented as he rose to his feet.

Haldir's smile echoed his husband's as the man met him in the hall. "Where shall we eat today?" he asked, and they started down the hall.

"Well, it is a nice day today," Eomer mused, "Shall we eat outside?"

"I would like that," the Elf replied. He slipped his hand into Eomer's as they walked out into the small garden just outside the Meduseld. This was something that Haldir had insisted on after their marriage. There were very few trees in Rohan, and coming from the woods of Lothlorien, the Elf had felt at a loss without them. There were only a few now, and they were still small, but they comforted Haldir on the few occasions he missed the woods.

The couple sat beneath the young trees to eat their meal, talking amiably of everything and nothing at the same time. Eight years together meant that they were completely comfortable in each others' presence, completely different from the awkward moments they had had at the beginning of their relationship. Haldir was no longer afraid to drop his facade and be himself around Eomer, though he put it back up when they were among anyone other than close friends. Eomer did not mind, though. That was just how Haldir was, and he had grown used to that.

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Eomer and Haldir spent the meal together and then parted, going their own ways to get back to their various duties. They did not see much of each other for the rest of the day, but met again in their room that evening after dinner.

Haldir stretched as he crossed over to the bed and sat down to take his boots off. "Eodan is asleep," he informed his husband, referring to the orphaned baby they had adopted shortly after returning to Edoras after the war. The boy was now nearly nine years old and currently had no idea that Eomer wasn't his real father. Very few people knew that, actually, but seeing as the boy had no Elvish blood there had been no question whether he was Haldir's.

"Good," Eomer breathed a sigh of relief. The boy was a handful when he decided sleep wasn't necessary and the king wanted some uninterrupted time alone with his husband tonight.

After discarding his shirt, Haldir pulled his husband to him and down onto the bed. The Elf was not often in control of their lovemaking, but it was fairly obvious to Eomer when he wanted to be. Now seemed one of those times.

He let the Elf roll atop him, feeling Haldir's soft lips press against his own. The kiss was slow and lazy; unhurried, like so much that Haldir did. He took his life at the same pace he always had even though his time was now limited. Eomer wrapped his arms loosely around the Elf, fingers tracing over the scar that ran down his husband's back. Haldir shivered under the light touch. He pulled away from the kiss and trailed his lips over the man's jaw and neck, leaving a wet trail across his skin as he pulled off Eomer's clothes.

Soon Eomer found himself stripped bare, but he hadn't been paying enough attention to Haldir's hands to know quite how it had happened. The Elf was still clothed from the waist down, however, and that needed to be remedied. His hands reached immediately for Haldir's pants and he pulled at the ties, slipping the fabric over his husband's hips and down his legs.

Haldir shivered and moaned softly as the man's fingers brushed down his thighs, and quickly kicked the pants aside to get them out of the way. Now nothing separated them except skin, and the Elf was going to make sure that did not last long either. He fumbled for a moment in the drawer beside the bed before his hand wrapped around the familiar shape of the small bottle within. When Eomer spotted the jar he spread his legs invitingly, allowing Haldir to settle between his knees as he coated his fingers with the oil. The Elf was more than happy to accept the invitation. He leaned down capture his husband's lips as he slipped his fingers between the man's legs and into him.

A contented sound escaped the man's lips as he felt first one, then two fingers slip into him. But he still wanted more. He wanted everything his husband had to offer, and he did not have to wait long. As soon as Haldir felt his husband was prepared enough, he removed his fingers and coated himself in the oil before slowly pushing inside.

The sense of completion and wholeness that Haldir felt when they joined was something he would never grow tired of. He could spend the rest of eternity like this and never grow weary of it. Once fully seated inside his husband he paused, for a while just reveling in the feelings, until Eomer pulled him down for a heated kiss. The Rohirrim did not have as much patience as his Elven lover, and he bucked his hips to get Haldir to move again.

The Elf complied, beginning to thrust slowly, deliberately drawing out each motion as long as possible. Eomer groaned in frustration, but nothing he did made Haldir move any faster. Each movement was agonizing and yet gloriously drawn out, providing pleasure but not bringing him any closer to release.

But after a while even Haldir couldn't keep the slow pace for long. His movements began to speed up, earning a grateful moan from his husband, who clung to him even tighter and kissed him passionately as he lifted his hips to meet each thrust. A long, low moan slipped out from the former Marchwarden's lips as he slammed into his husband, drawing impassioned cries from the man. It wasn't long before Eomer couldn't hold back his release any longer and he arched up off the bed as he came hard between their bodies. Only moments later Haldir followed him and the two collapsed together in a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs.

Panting, Eomer felt his husband slip out of him, so rolled them over onto their sides and kissed Haldir lazily. The Elf smiled and sighed contentedly as he felt the man's breathing turn low and even in sleep. Slowly he pulled away from the sleeping man and climbed out of bed, fetching a damp cloth he cleaned them off before climbing back into bed and snuggling up against the man. Eomer wrapped around Haldir instinctively and the Elf smiled to himself as he, too fell asleep.

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And they all lived happily ever after, The End.