Éomer Imagine: Hearts Fire.

Éomer Imagine: Hearts Fire. Part Twenty-Five.

Éomer had given (Y/N) a couple of hours to collect her things before making a move to meet him by the royal stables, using the time himself to prepare his own belongings and making sure that their plan to leave could go off without any difficulties. Once the Lord had quickly kissed her on the cheek and bid her farewell, leaving (Y/N) in her chambers alone, the maid had sat down hastily at her desk while staring endlessly at a scrap of crumpled parchment that she was hoping to address to her parents. 

The moments began to slip by, and yet (Y/N) could not bring herself to do so. The quill becoming foreign to her hands as she even considered what to scribble down. It did not feel right; too impersonal, and not how she would want to say goodbye to two of the most important people in her life. She was beginning to feel a surge of dread build in the pit of her stomach, responding to becoming a little nauseous while now contemplating what she was about to do. The maid unsteadily rose to her feet and decided that she would go and visit them both, to tell them of the plan in person.

The breeze outside was cool against the heat that was nervously licking at her skin. Villagers were still in the middle of preparing for war, getting ready to send off their loved ones and assembling supplies for any soldiers. A guilt began to build into (Y/N)'s thoughts, that she was taking away their captain because the pair of them could not be parted. Could neither of them wait until after the war? And should they? But what if Éomer did not return? The maid reached her parent's cottage in good time, spotting Fredrin in the garden on a bench and giving him a loving wave. Fredrin grinned as widely as he could and ran to her, placing down a tankard in the grass before holding her close to his chest.

"How are you, my girl?" He sung, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, papa. Both of you." (Y/N) laughed wistfully at him, suddenly scared of leaving the safety of her father's arms. "Is mama home? I need to talk to you both."

Fredrin had already registered her sorrowful tone and scowled affectionately, so much so that the skin around his temples folded with concern while glancing her over with a degree of suspicion. "What's happened?" He spoke sharply, holding her at arms length while he inspected her face. "Tell me."

"I need to talk to you both, papa. It is important."

Fredrin kept one hand wrapped tenderly around the upper of her left arm as he pulled his daughter inside of the house, sitting her down upon a stool. "Yolina?" He hollered to the back of the house, making sure not to let his eyes leave where (Y/N) was sitting. "We have a visitor."

Yolina came skipping out from pressing ingredients in the back room of her house to spy her daughter, grinning from ear to ear as she practically ran and engulfed (Y/N) into her in her slender arms. "My girl, I'm so glad to see you."

"As I am both of you!" (Y/N) smiled, espousing the love that was surrounding her, her heart leaping inside her chest with anticipation. "I have missed you."

But Fredrin had continued to stand in the corner of the room, wearing a perplexed expression as he gazed at (Y/N). "Well then? What is going on?!"

"Well then?" Yolina questioned, pulling a sullen expression across her face while looking between the two of them with narrowed eyes. "What is wrong?"

(Y/N) gulped down nervously, looking to her hands as they entwined themselves around each other in a ball of anxiety. She shuffled restlessly on the spot, dreading the moment of the words leaving her lips. "I am leaving Edoras." The maid spoke with a grimace, not daring to look away from the floor.

"Leaving??" Fredrin had moved in one swift motion to cross the room and stand in front of the girl with a disapproving glare. "What the hell do you mean you are leaving?!"