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I knew it was immature. I knew it was not particularly my brightest idea. I knew it wasn't safe, but in the heat of my most desperate moment it was the only option I had. I did the first thing that I thought could save my from my impending doom. I ran. My impending doom was presented to my by none other than my beloved father, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth.
"Daughter, I have some wonderful news for you." He said with a smile.
His eyes told me otherwise. They peered at me with concern. I gracefully took my seat and watched him pace in front of me.
" Yes father? What is it?" I politely inquired.
"Well, as you know we have always had a …well unsteady relationship with the kingdom of Rohan. The good news as we have made amends through a peace treaty. I have been in correspondence with the King of Rohan as of late and we have come together in agreement,"
I looked up at him with a confused smile. Why was he telling me this?
"That's wonderful Father! A new friendship. Father, if you don't mind me asking, what does this have to do with me?"
"Well, I am getting to that darling. Um well you see, do you know much about King Eomer?" He asked without looking at me. His gaze was steadily out the window.
"Well, not much but some rumors. Not all of them are good. I've heard he is a noble King who rules Rohan with an iron fist. I've also heard that he is a… a bit of a barbarian. But that's all gossip and second hand talk… why?"
"As, I've said we have been make compromises and restoring a once shaky friendship. Basically, I have decided daughter, that to seal the deal, you and King Eomer …are to be married. You two would be the perfect match and it would unite our two kingdoms."
His words hit me hard. Married? Me? To this Rohan barbarian king? I've never even meet him! How dare my father! How dare he ship me off as a peace offering. My hands started shaking. Out of rage and out of fear. No. I am not marrying someone I don't know, let alone someone I do not love.
"Eomer is on his way here. He will be here in two days. He is excited to meet you dear. He will come for you and we will all travel back down to Rohan and have the wedding! Are you not pleased dear?" He had finally turned around to look at me. I threw myself up from my chair in rage.
"Pleased? Pleased! How could I be pleased? You.. You just throw me away to some brute so that in turn you will have another kingdom at your beck and call? Father, how could you? How could you just toss me away from my home! I don't want to leave. And I don't want to marry! I do not love this man father. No, I will not yield to your wishes."
Father grasped my by the shoulders and looked down into my eyes.
"Lothiriel, you will do as I say. You will marry this man, you will do it for me and for your people. Act your age daughter and obey me." With that he embraced me and kissed my cheek goodbye. I sat down in the chair and placed my face in my hands. My father's mind was obviously made up. And so was mine. I would flee. And I would flee tonight.
Two days later~~~
"So let me make sure I understand Prince, your daughter, my betrothed, has just disappeared and no one knows where she is? No one has seen her in two days, and you all did not think that maybe she could have run away?" Eomer said in a firm voice.
"Yes, I gave her the news two days ago. I did not think she was that upset. Not that she is not ecstatic about marrying-"
Eomer threw his hand up to cut off the worried father.
"She is obviously not excited so do not try and lead me to believe so. Give me a second to think things out, Prince Imrahil."
Eomer was beside himself. He arrived a mere hour before into this mess. When Imrahil had come to him with this arrangement he was hesitant. In fact, Eowyn had talked him into it. It wasn't that he didn't want a beautiful wife who was more than capable of running a kingdom. He had heard stories of the serene beauty that was Dol Amroth's only princess. The problem was the same reason all these men had gathered. He did not want to force some girl into marrying him. He had never even meet her. That is the sole reason he had traveled up to her home. He wanted a chance to get to know her. A chance to woo her. And now that chance was gone. Eomer sat and ran his hands through his hair. After ten minutes, Eomer had come to a decision.
"I have a plan. And I would like to do it my way, Prince. I am a skilled warrior and a very skilled tracker. If we could find out were she was planning to go, I can hunt her down and bring her back. But I want to go by myself."
"Father, no. Do not let this man disgrace our sister's honor by hunting her down unescorted. You are not married to Lothiriel yet Eomer King." Stated Elphir Lothiriel's Brother.
"Lothiriel is betrothed to be mine. I do not have to uphold my end of the offer, Prince, if that is what you want. I could just go home-" Eomer's threat was cut off.
"No, ignore my oldest son. He is overprotective of my dear daughter. I give my permission to go. In fact, I will send you with a letter of my blessing to give to her when you find her. Bring her back to me, Eomer King."
"Father, I think I might now a person who knows where Lothie went." Declared Amrothos.
After finding Lothiriel's chamber maid Ren, Eomer knew that his fleeing fiancé had left with a caravan to the Bay of Befalas. Eomer readied Firefoot and left that night to hunt down Lothiriel.