Missing You

It was late, but he could hear the mummer of voices from somewhere near the fire. Ignoring them he crept silently down the side of the hall.

She would be asleep. Her black hair spread all over the pillow. Her head nestling into her arm.

His eager fingers were already pulling at the laces of his tunic when he reached the door to their chamber. Was it only three days he had been away? It had seemed an age without her. He grasped the handle….

“Ah, my lord Éomer” came the voice of his chief advisor, “good, you are back.”