Note: I did some major re-writing of Tolkien's work in this story. Please forgive me. I couldn't resist. But since Prince Imrahil wasn't even mentioned in the movie, I took the liberty of half adding him back in. Also, he didn't die in the books.
Okie dokie, I had an epiphany the other night and I found a way to explain the story better. Enjoy!
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December 14, 3018 8:15 a.m.
"Lothiriel, my dear, please get in the carriage," Imrahil chided me softly. "We must make haste." I took his hand and stepped into the carriage. My mind was full of questions, but I waited until we had started moving to talk to father.
"Father, I don't understand. Why are you taking me to Edoras now? Tradition says that I should be at least 20 years old before I go there to learn from the royal family." Imrahil looked out the window, but I could read through him. Something was wrong. "There is a threat to our city."
He would not look at me. "There is a fear of the corsairs attacking us."
"There is always a threat of that." He didn't answer.
Glamdris, the driver (and my bodyguard) started yelling. "Sire! The invaders!"
Imrahil's face was tight as he yelled out to Glamdris. "Go faster, Glamdris." I looked out the window and saw the enemies before Imrahil pushed me under the seat. A herd of giant Mumakil and their masters.
"Father, it is the Mumakil riders! What are they doing here?"
He took his sight from the window for one second and answered. "There is a war building up in Mordor."
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Lothiriel
The journey to Rohan has already become difficult. During the escape from the Mumakil riders, the carriage crashed. Thankfully, Glamdris managed to save the horses. Now we must continue on horseback. A bothersome setback. Never mind. The journey will still be productive. Father talks of Prince Theodred often. I know he wishes me to marry the future king of Rohan. I do not know if I want to. To marry for political reasons seems so boring. After three long months, we shall arrive in Edoras. I hope that I shall become friends with the niece of the king, Eowyn. I have been told that she is very kind and strong. Perhaps I will be like that one day.
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February 25, 3019 12:20 p.m.
The town of Edoras came into view on the horizon. Father pulled on his horses' rein, so Glamdris and I did the same.
"Daughter, I must give you a word of caution. Keep Glamdris with you at all times. He will take care of you when I and your brothers cannot." I sighed and answered, but couldn't help but think about rebelling. I hated Glamdris and all of his propriety. Everything had to be done "just so" or not at all. And to top it off, he had been instructed to fend off all marriage proposals - even from the royal family. My thoughts were cut short.
"There it is! Edoras!" Glamdris pointed to the golden city's hall where I knew King Theoden and his court would be.
A guard met us at the gate. "Greetings sir and my lady. May I ask who enters?"
Imrahil nodded his head. "I am Prince Imrahil, this is my daughter Lothiriel and this is our servant, Glamdris."
The guard's eyes grew wide. "Prince Imrahil! Long have we awaited your arrival! Please come; King Theoden will be most pleased." He motioned for the gates to be opened and we entered. The guard led us to the doors of the golden hall while Glamdris made the arrangements for my new quarters. I quickly grabbed father's hand and he moved it to his elbow. The hall doors opened to reveal the hall of King Theoden. I gasped inwardly at the beautiful room and Imrahil lead me straight to the king.
"Theoden..." he stopped when he saw the king's adviser. Grima examined us from where he was.
"Who are you? You dare come into my Lord's hall uninvited?" He lifted his upper lip up in disgust. I looked at King Theoden who had not spoken a word. He looked old and sick.
"Ask the king who we are, he knows," I said, drawing myself to my full height.
Grima chuckled and opened his mouth to speak, but another voice spoke first.
"Peace Grima." I turned towards the voice and saw the most handsome man I had ever seen. I suddenly felt self-conscious of my red dress, brown hair and pale skin. Father's face lit up.
"Eomer! My how you've grown!" Eomer walked to Father and clapped his shoulder.
"Prince Imrahil. It is good to see you. It fills my heart with joy. I wish I could say the same for my uncle." I looked back at the king and brought Eomer's attention to me. Imrahil noticed this and tugged at my arm.
"Eomer, this is my daughter, Lothiriel." Eomer dropped on one knee and reached for my hand. He kissed it gently and my heart fluttered as my feet became glued to the floor. Rising, he let go of my hand rather reluctantly. I clasped my hands together on my belt and cast my eyes on the floor. "Why don't you two go out to the garden. You should get to know each other and be friends. Lothiriel will be staying here for a year in coherence to the tradition of our two courts." Eomer nodded and held his arm out for me. I took it with my eyes still on the floor. He led me out to the garden and I let go of him to look over the balcony at the city below. He stood by me and I could hear his majestic breathing, which excited me. I had never been so close to a man before (Glamdris didn't count) and found that I liked it. I was past the age that women usually married at, but because I was a princess, I had to wait for the right marriage proposal to come along. I silently hoped that someday, Eomer would ask for my hand.
Eomer broke the silence. "Soldiers approach." I looked at the gate to the city. "It is Theodred. I must go see him." He took both of my hands in his and kissed them. Turning aside, he plucked a small red flower from a vine and gave it to me.
"Till we meet again, Lothiriel." He bowed and left.
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Lothiriel
Prince Theodred died tonight. The royal family has forgotten that I am here, but I do not blame them. I must stand with the other noble women at his funeral in a few days. I shall have to air out my only black dress. Black is such a sad colour. Death is sad. I shall stay out of Eowyn's way, and hope that we shall be friends soon. Eomer has not spoken to me since father left. I hope that he will be my friend as well.
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March 2, 3019 11:13 a.m.
Since I had arrived, Eowyn made sure that I had a chair to sit in so I could watch the coming and going in the throne room, as was the custom. My chair was next to one of the columns near the throne, and although is was in the middle of everything, I could sew or read in peace with Glamdris, who always stood behind me.
Ah, Glamdris. Court life was boring enough, but when I had to sit through tedious meetings, Glamdris made a point of whispering to me what everything meant and then drilled me on it later. It was times like these that I wished I could shove my perfect sewing into his face.
However, I always sat calmly in my chair and sewed on a beautiful blue dress every day with great patience.
Glamdris leaned over and interrupted my thoughts. "That stitch is too long."
I grumbled to myself as I took it out. "I'll show you a stitch that's too long!" He heard it.
"Princess, when you are married, everything you do will be expected to be perfect. A Prince or King will not settle for anything less."
I sighed and started sewing again. "One day, Glamdris, I will prove you wrong."
Glamdris beamed to himself. "Not likely." I mocked him silently and stabbed my fabric.
Eowyn suddenly appeared at my side. "Something is wrong."
I didn't look up. "What is it?"
"Strangers approach."
I looked up at her. "Strangers?"
"One is clothed all in grey and his companions are skilled warriors."
Grima walked up to us. "I suggest that you leave. This room is no place for women."
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Lothiriel
Eomer was banished last week. We have not seen him since. Eowyn has come to me with her sorrow and we are friends now. She misses Eomer very much. I miss him too. Theoden's visitors have bade us go to Helm's Deep, and he has agreed. Tomorrow, we shall travel to the fortress. Eowyn says that we will be safe, but I do not know what we are running from. What enemy are we facing? Eowyn has promised to teach me how to shoot a bow in case the enemy invades where we are hiding. I do not want to fight, but if I must, I shall.