A/N: Another little one-shot. Lothiriel is nervous before her wedding. Told from her POV.
A/N: I wrote this about... I want to say a year and a half to two years ago. I'm just reposting it now for no real reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
Jitters
My gown was lovely, beautiful, slightly off-white material with delicate lace and intricate embroidery, with a bit of gold lining here and there. It truly felt like it was of Rohan. I had sewn it myself, and many ladies had helped me with the making of it. Hours of hard work had gone into the making of this dress, and I was extremely pleased with the outcome.
I sat patiently as the maids twisted my long dark hair into some new creation. My hands took on a mind of their own, my fingers tapping against the skirt of my dress.
My heart was beating faster than ever. I was to be wed-in a matter of minutes-to Eomer, King of Rohan. He was so intimidating. I was a little bit afraid of marrying him, though I hadn't spoken of it to anyone. Though we knew each other somewhat, I felt like I was about to marry a complete stranger. I was panicking. I didn't feel like I knew him well enough- indeed, I barely knew him at all!
I could hear his voice in my head. Low and gentle when he spoke to me, strong and commanding when he gave orders. I knew his character. He was a good man. I just didn't know him.
One of the maids turned to me. "It is finished, my lady." She offered a gentle smile and I nodded. I had never known this kind of feeling. Pre-wedding jitters had been unknown until a few hours ago.
My father came in after knocking and took my arm, whispering words of encouragement as he led me from the room. The butterflies in my stomach went into a grand free-for-all as we walked down the hallway. I was to be Eomer's wife. The Queen of Rohan.