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Eomer x reader

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You tightened your horse's reins as you prepared to mount, you were one of the last people to flee your village, which was being attacked by the southern men. You slid your sword into its sheath and mounte, preparing to gallop away. 

You skidded to a stop and took in the scene around you. You were surrounded, there's no way that you could've gotten out with the whole village set in flames and being ransacked.

 You gulped as you drew your sword. You would have to make a stand, you took a few breaths as you steadied your shaking arm preparing to fight as a few men saw you and charged. 

You swing at one and turned your horse quickly so that it knocked down another one. The cold steel from a sword slashed across your arm, making you drop your sword. 

In that moment of shock you were knocked off your horse and you tumbled to the ground, you roles and looked around, trying to locate your sword. A man was charging you. 

You rolled again before leaping to your feet and dashing a few yards away to pick up your sword. You tried to maintain a good trip on it as you held your injured arm close to your chest but it was only a matter of time before you tired. 

The next time he charged you, you jabbed him and your sword went through his chest. 

Gasping , you pull it out and scramble away. Turning you try to locate your horse or any other men but you are quickly distracted by a loud shout that rings out 

 "ROHIRRUM" 

Your hopes shoot up, they would help! You start to stagger forward, towards where the shout came from but all the attackers started to run away from the sound, towards you...

You firmly grip your sword and press your other arm closer to your chest. And stand tall. 

In their attempt to flee many still seeked destruction, as they continued to set fire and attack. 

You continued to fight off any who attacked you , jabbing and slashing . Until you saw them.

The fine Rohirrum of Rohan, a large squadron of horses and riders charged through the town finishing off any attackers . 

You could've shouted for joy but the blood loss from your wound made you feel dizzy, the last thing you saw as you fell was a blond man cupping your head, easing it's way down. 

(Time skip brought to you by me the writer) 

When you awoke you were laying a few feet away from a fire.  You heard the sounds of horses whinnying softly and you heard the conversation of men. 

You start to sit up groaning when you accidentally out weight on your bad arm. 

"Easy there" a man speaks softly coming over to assist you up 

Looking into his eyes you recognize him as the man you saw right before you passed out 

"You took quite the hit, but hopefully I took care of bandwagon your arm well?" He asked 

" y-yes " you stammered, having gotten distracted staring into his eyes "Thank you" 

"It was the least I could do for such a warrior" he smiled "My lady, please tell me your name, I am Eomer"