Across the lantern lit hall a pair of young silver eyes met a tall kingly man. Their owner had tried all evening to catch his gaze and began to fear that she never would. Now she watched him pondering was he looking for her too? The powerful man had been deep in conversation all evening and his patience was wearing thin. He wanted nothing more than to watch and enjoy the celebrations uninterrupted from his seat.
The lady all clad in white moved around the bustling hall avoiding the gaze of any other man whilst keeping her eye on the prize. As she reached the pinnacle of the room she was waylaid by a man dressed in blue. His brow was high and his speech eloquent. He asked her politely for a dance so graciously she had to accept. The young pair moved over to the middle of the room and were joined by many other couples. Moving from left and to right the dancers stepped to the energetic music.
From his seat high above the room the kingly man watched the revellers. He scanned the faces of those in the hall and smiled secretly to himself as his hazel eyes fell on a raven haired lady. She was moving gracefully amongst the dancers her sable hair catching the merest glint of a nearby lantern. His thoughts of this young woman were not wholly pure however he cared not. She was beautiful.
As he continued to watch her movements in the dance he caught her smile. He inclined his head towards her slightly. This subtle gesture was lost on the others but spoke volumes between them. The raven haired woman laughed audibly mid step, before she quickly recovered with a genteel hand across her mouth. Her embarrassment was clear on her features but the sudden blush to her cheeks made her more enticing to her admirer.
The music came to an end and the couples dispersed. The woman clad in white curtseyed to her dance partner all the while her eyes remained locked with the gentleman across the hall. Without haste she left the room to an outer corridor. She walked down the long wooden passageway her feet echoing on the cold stone floor. She peered over her shoulder, there was no one following her. The lady turned a corner and from behind a concealed doorway was pulled by her hand into a small nook.
She felt a great weight upon her crushing her against the rough oaken wall. A pair of rough but tender hands around her face and two soft lips pressed firmly to her own. She responded fervently to the heated kiss and snaked her own hands around the owner's neck. This intimacy had long been desired but denied since they met that morning. Every caress was heartfelt but tainted with lust. They remained this way for several moments.
When finally they broke their embrace they rest their foreheads against one another.
"Will you marry me?" He asked breathlessly.
The lady looked at him suspiciously as she held him at arm's length. She smiled her own secret smile as she pressed herself towards him,
"My King we were already married this day."
The powerful man beamed broadly. Of course he already knew this. He just enjoyed hearing his new wife say it.
Authors Note: I have never written a drabble or fluff about Eomer and Lothiriel, indeed of any kind before. I got the inspiration when listening to "Love never felt so good" by Michael Jackson/ Justin Timberlake. I hope you like this story! R+R of any kind always welcome! Mrs-E x
