Notes: Last chapter! Finally!

Once again thank you all for not giving up on this story. I won't be posting new works here anymore, but I have an account on AO3 that is full of new Éomer x Lothíriel stories!

Chapter 16

When he finally closed the door behind himself, Éomer felt like the happiest man in the whole land. He had always enjoyed how much his people embraced parties, but that night was not the one to get blindly drunk.

This was his wedding night, so he had big plans for it.

He looked at his wife -yes, wife- Loothíriel. He'd waited months for her to come to Rohan, and it'd felt like years. Even the letters they exchanged hadn't felt like enough to quench the longing he had for her.

It was quite an odd feeling. He'd never imagined he could miss someone like he'd missed her. There was such a tenderness to him when he thought of her, such a strong desire to be there for her, to protect her, to hold her, to support her… Those were feelings he'd thought he knew before, but when it came to her it was all different.

He didn't know that loving someone could feel like this.

It was equal parts exhilarating and frightening. This depth of feeling he had for her was astounding, and Éomer wouldn't trade it for a thing.

He could barely contain himself when she arrived for their wedding. She was as beautiful as he remembered, and just as sweet. He'd feared that distance might make her rethink this whole business, but there were no doubts in her eyes or in her lips.

Lothíriel was there to marry him and he couldn't be happier about it.

The days leading up to the wedding had been torture, as there were so many people in his Hall he could hardly steal a moment alone with her. However, every chance he got, he took. Kissing her, touching her face, telling her how he'd missed her.

And now… They were well and truly wed.

After the feast and a good hour of dancing, Éomer had decided it was quite enough and he really wanted to be alone with his wife.

"This is it." Lothíriel said in awe and Éomer realised she was looking at the tapestry, the one with the Mearas.

He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. "Yes. Is it just like you saw it?"

She shook her head. "That part was fixed in my dreams." She indicated a whole right in the middle of it."

"I guess we already know what your next project will be." He kissed her neck. "Later."

She turned in his arms, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Later?"

"Much later." He nodded, before kissing her lips.

She sighed against his mouth and Éomer pulled Lothíriel tighter against him. He made himself slow down, because as much as he hungered for her, he was not going to make a mess of this. This was their first real night together, and he wanted it to be special to her.

He pulled back softly and rested his forehead against hers. "I am happy you are here and that you are my Queen, Lothíriel." He told her, his voice husky.

She licked her lips, her cheeks red for excitment. "I am happy to be here too."

"Would you like me to blow out the candles?" He offered. "Make the room darker?"

"Well…" Now he knew she was blushing because of shyness. "We have both seen each other's… I know exactly how you look like when you're undressed."

He smirked at her. "I also remember it -vividly." He dropped a short kiss to her lips. "You are so beautiful it takes my breath away."

She frowned. "Well, I don't think…"

"I do." He cut her before she could disparage herself. "You are beautiful in so many ways, Lothíriel." He cupped her face. "Your eyes, your hair, your mouth…" His thumb carressed her lower lip. "Your body." He leaned forward and kissed her again. "Your soul. Your heart. There's nothing about you that is not stunning."

"You…" She seemed at loss for words. "I love you." She told him softly.

"I love you too." He once again kissed her sweetly and slowly.

He was going to be patient even if it killed him.

"Éomer." Lothíriel whispered against his lips.

"Yes?"

"Please, take me to bed."

Éomer threw his head back and laughed. "Whatever you want, my Lady. But let us get you undressed first."

He helped her undress with extreme care, kissing her shoulders when they came into view, running his hand down her naked back, kneeling in front of her to help her out of her stockings.

Lothíriel had felt uncertain when Éomer started undressing her, but there was no mistake the devotion in his eyes every time he looked at her. He seemed to adore every inch of skin revealed with tenderness. She'd almost covered herself once she was completely bare, but his expression made her feel beautiful and bold.

Once she was undressed, Lothíriel turned her attention to his clothes. She kept getting distracted because Éomer wouldn't stop touching her and stealing kisses.

"Éomer!" She complained when he once again pulled her for a kiss while she was trying to get him out of his pants.

He chuckled against her mouth. "I will cooperate now." He promised.

Once he was finally free of his clothes, Éomer picked her up and carried her to the bed. Once she was resting upon it, her nerves came back.

Éomer laid next to her. "What is wrong?"

"I am a bit nervous." She admitted.

"So am I."

She looked at him in shock. "You are?"

"Of course." He ran his fingers through her hair. "This is our first night together. I want to make it special for you."

She turned on her side, until she was facing him. "It already is."

He once again cupped her face. "You are too good to me." His eyes took her face in, like he'd never seen her before. "It is… It is so magical. You are everything I've seen in my dreams. Every line, every curve…"

"You are too." She put a hand to his chest. "I remember every scar, every piece of you." Her finger brushed against a thin scar on his collarbone. "I already know every inch of you."

"And it all belongs to you." He assured her, before kissing her again.

This time, Éomer eased her on her back and covered her body with his. Nothing ever felt as right as this for Lothíriel. She'd thought she'd still feel nervous about this part, that she'd still feel shy, but there was none of that.

Finally one thing was made perfectly clear for her: this was really always meant to be. That was why her own heart rebelled when she refused to think of him as her husband after the first dreams.

Her soul had known from the first moment, so now that they were together it just felt right. There was nothing to be worried about.

"Will you tell me if you want to stop?" Éomer asked him, and she just nodded.

Éomer kissed her mouth once again, but soon his lips traveled down her neck, her chest, the valley between her breasts in soft, adoring kisses. The sensations he caused on her body were a mix of new feelings, and still echoes of something else.

Lohtíriel didn't notice she'd threaded her fingers through his hair until he looked at her, clearly pleased by her touch. Éomer's big hands cupped her tits and his lips caressed the curve of breast, before they reached her nipple. He licked it teasingly, before closing his lips around it and sucking on it.

Lothíriel's back came off the bed, her fingers gripping at his hair. Éomer growled in approval, his mouth still quite busy with her tit. He sucked on it with abandon, and Lothíriel felt a responding tug on her lower belly.

When he finally pulled his mouth back, Éomer admired his work, before moving to her other nipple and doing it all over again, until she was moving restlessly against him.

"Éomer…" She whined softly, convincing him it was time to move forward.

His lips continued in their path south, and he'd stop their progress continuously to kiss a freckle, bite gently at the soft curve of her stomach, brush his lips against the marks on her skin.

There was such tenderness in the process, that Lothíriel startled when he gripped her thighs firmly on his hands.

Éomer looked beyond smug as he shouldered her legs open and kissed her inner thighs. His eyes were promising nothing but mischief, and the little nip he gave to her inner thigh just supported this.

"May I?" He asked, smirking.

Lothíriel had no words, but she'd seen him doing the same thing in her dream, and… Well, she was curious. "Yes."

Clearly pleased by her answer, Éomer moved closer to her cunt. He licked her nub, his hands holding on her thighs, making sure she was wide open for his mouth.

Lothíriel gasped, her fingers holding on even tighter on his hair, her mind completely blank of anything that wasn't her husband. Éomer was quite dedicated to his task; he licked her slit, sucked on her nub, let her feel a hint of his teeth…

Éomer pushed one finger inside her, and she sighed because she'd missed this. Another finger was added, and her hips moved against his hand, begging for more. His name was a prayer on her lips and sweat covered her body.

"Let me see you peak, my love." And she did, as if he commanded her body with just his voice.

Feeling it outside of a dream was completely different, it took over her body in ways she'd never imagined possible. Just like he'd taken over her heart.

Éomer's lips made the track back up her body -he couldn't resist biting the curve of her tit. Lothíriel stretched like a well pampered cat under his attention.

When his lips reached hers, she put her arms around his neck and smiled. "I saw that in a dream and I hadn't believed it could feel like that."

Éomer's grin is absolutely arrogant. "Like what? Describe it to me."

"Éomer." She protested weakly.

"You're right. We'll do that later. Now we have work to do."

She was still laughing when he kissed her again -so many kisses, he'd spoil her. She felt him getting more settled between her legs, and knew that it was the time.

He grabbed his cock to put himself in position. Lothíriel was soaking wet, and her body was trembling with the expectation of what was to come.

The King kissed his Queen, then pushed his cock into her. She was even better than all those dreams.

For all their talk of fate and dreams, this really felt like so much more. Like every single step in their life had been leading to this; to them being one, to them ending together.

For all their missteps and every single bump in their roads, every strife, every doubt, every fear, every tear… All their dreams, all their hopes, all their prayers culminated in this day, when they were finally one.

When life finally began.