Summary: Frodo settles for unrequited love in a place filled with couples. (I'd forgotten how much I suck at summaries...)
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the great Mr Tolkien. I just borrow them every now and then :) And I promise to give them back… eventually!
Author's Notes: Written for b_briarwood by request over here, who wanted to see angst with Frodo/Eomer. Sorry I couldn't manage to get the bonus points!
Feedback makes friends! Flames welcome, though they may dishearten… Burns heal after all...
"But Mr Frodo sir, he's got an awful lot to do." Even Sam's helpful explanations didn't help. So Frodo had taken to skulking around outside the golden hall that stood in the center of Edoras in the vain hope that he might actually catch a glimpse of Eomer as he went about trying to restore Rohan to its former glory.
"Are you out here again Frodo?" Arwen smiled serenely down at him, her arm wrapped around Aragorn.
"Yes." Frodo didn't know how else to answer. Was he really that obvious, or was it just the way the light caught her eyes that gave Arwen a knowing gleam? Either way he shrugged it off, watching as they walked past and met up with Faramir and Eowyn who were hand in hand. He groaned and held his head in his hands. Eomer probably didn't even realise how he felt. And what did he have to offer? One former Ring-Bearer, slightly damaged seeks love and affection til the end of his (now) natural life. He wasn't exactly a walking adonis, regardless of how much Merry and Pippin tried to convince him otherwise. Frodo was sure that Eomer wouldn't want him.
So he settled for unrequited love. Well, it wasn't exactly settled per say. It was more the fact that they were only spending a few weeks in Edoras on their way back to the Shire and he knew he wouldn't have the nerve to say anything to Eomer in that time. If he even got the chance to speak to the man!
With one long lingering glance back towards the Golden Hall, Frodo stood up and walked sadly back to his rooms. Gandalf turned from the window with a knowing smile.
"Gandalf?" Eomer had come to recognise the look in the wizard's eyes. And the look he had at the moment was one of mirth and amusement and Eomer was more than a little disconcerted. Surely his plans for reviving his beloved homeland were not that ridiculous.
"Your secret admirer has just left." Eomer had the grace to blush, toying with the scrolls on the table before continuing his explanations in a slightly shaky tone.
Gandalf's smile widened.