What The Actual? (LotR x Reader)

(Helms) Deep in Your Mom

~This chapter is pretty long, but contains quite a bit of small time jumps, so I thought it best to keep it as one instead of attempting to break it up! Also, I would like to say I really do like the relationships within the Fellowship later during this chapter and I would like to hear if you did! Xoxo

P.S I didn't go back and edit this thoroughly for mechanical or grammatical errors so please forgive me!

You were given half a day to basically screw around Rohan (or as Aragorn said 'see that the people are tended to'), with the King and his men busy with other matters that did not seem to concern the Fellowship at the moment. So the Fellowship split up to help out around town--well, all but you. Gimli split off with Legolas, while Boromir followed Aragorn, leaving you to decide between the pairs.

You trailed after the two Men, not bothering to look back as the Dwarf nudged the Elf.

"Aye! Left alone with the likes of you,"

"So what's the plan?" You looked around the stone buildings and inhaled the dry air, seeing citizens scurry about as they scrambled to their duties of the day. You watched a woman fetch water from a well and turned back to look at the back of Aragorn's head. He really needed to shower. You walked faster to match their quick, long strides, and tilted your head in question.

"Well," He glanced down at you when you prodded, and he gave a huff of air, glancing to Boromir.

"I am surprised you did not accompany the Elf and Dwarf," You shrugged your shoulders. "We gotta stick together, rep the race of Man," you beat your chest and threw up the peace sign, and Boromir let out a snort.

"If you are a representative for the race of Man, I pray it is not for Gondor,"

"Hey," You made a spittle filled grunt noise in the back of your throat while he chuckled, folding your arms as you kicked up dust. "I hate you guys, I'm going to go help by myself,"

"Do not do anything that you would normally do," Chided the man, Aragorn giving a nod in his direction in agreement. You just grumbled and walked off in a random direction, seeing them continue on their way. Wankers.

You headed off to the side, looking around the busy town with little interest, the stony walls and working people all in sight. Turning, you entered a random building with a faded sign, poking your head in the dim room full of smoke and the stench of alcohol. You gave a grin, fingers curling around the door frame.

Ah yes, this was where you could waste the day in.

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You strolled into the tavern with your rapier dangling at your side, the eyes of the patrons and citizens alike staring at your odd form. Women never wore pants in Rohan, nor did they carry weapons or--

spit.

You smacked your lips together, the dry taste lessening as you wiped your foot over the puddle you created, humming as you sat down at the bar. It was filled with aged men and young women, the people of different shapes and sizes, many of them smoking or laughing or yelling, yet it seemed to grow quieter upon your arrival. You glanced around from your stool, turning to your right, only to meet eyes with none other than Éomer. The man was discreetly hunched over with a cloak over his head, but you could tell who it was immediately, an odd sensation in your gut.

He rose a brow in question, lowering his glass from his lips. He still seemed distraught from the other day, his posture slouched and his hair still unwashed, and you felt bad for the lad. If anyone could cheer him up, it was you--or at least, you could certainly distract him.

With your legs swinging from the high stool you put your elbow on the bar, leaning over nosily.

"Why are you not with your men?"