PROMPT: "You call that music?"

"You call that music?"

Lothiriel startles, the harp tumbling noisily to the floor.

Eomer merely grins as his wife glares at him, crossing the room to sit on the carpet at her feet.

"I am trying to do something productive today," she says. "Would that you would do the same."

"I have been productive all morning, swete," Eomer argues, holding the harp out of her reach. She's such a little thing, his wife, and it is an easy thing to tease her like this, using his longer arms to his advantage.

She huffs, blowing a few strands of hair out of her face. "Please, Eomer. I have tried every instrument I can think of, and the harp is the only one that seems to not fail me."

Eomer frowns, looking down that the stringed instrument in his hands. "I still do not see why you can't just sing."

A flush enters her cheeks-even after a year in the Riddermark, there are still parts of her that are so Gondorian-and she frowns at him. "It is not proper for a lady to share her voice with a large assembly."

"In Gondor, perhaps," he says. "But we are not in Gondor."

"I am well aware," she says with a roll of her eyes, but he knows she isn't truly irritated by how she leans willingly into the touch of his hand on her cheek.

"And you have such a lovely voice, Lothiriel," he wheedles. "Surely it is more...improper not to share it? Every Eorlingas would agree with me."

Lothiriel blinks. "I...had not thought of it like that."

Sensing victory, he rises to his knees, crowding her back against the chair. "I would be happy to help you practice."

Her eyes are dark as always, but the pupils are blown-wide-he suspects his are, too. A week of marriage, a year of marriage; either way, she was as desirable as ever. "And how should we go about that, husband?"

She gives a shriek of surprise when he stands suddenly, tugging her into his arms.

"Vocal warm-ups," he says, before dropping her onto their all-too-inviting bed.

Lothiriel laughs, bright and warm, and opens her arms up to him. "By all means, instruct away."

Eomer does not need to be asked twice.