All right, after reading those "Eomer and Lothiriel locked in a closet" stories, I thought I'd give it a shot. This is a rather different angle; one that I am rather surprised no one else tried. Maybe there are specifications in the rules that I do not have.

Disclaimer; I own Rohan and all its inhabitants. sigh Okay, so I don't.

Enjoy!

For Lack of a Key

Lothiriel hurried along the corridor. The wedding was barely two days always and she still wasn't prepared. Eomer was spending as much time in the stables as possible and she saw very little of him. It was frustrating and stressful to the extreme for her.

"Lothiriel?" a voice called. "Can you come help me?" She sighed, and turned toward the sound. There was no one there. Raising an eyebrow, she cautiously into the first doorway at hand, trying to discover the owner of the voice.

A deep chuckle, and she suddenly pushed into the closet. Whirling around, she pounded on the door, knowing instantly who had tricked her. "Faramir!" she shouted. "Stop that!" All she heard was the lock being turned.

There was a soft snort behind her, and someone mumbled darkly, "My sister has the worst ideas."

Lothiriel knew with a sinking heart whom she was sharing this space with. "So," she asked coldly, "you are in on this too?"

"Don't be an idiot," he growled. "if I wanted to spend quality time alone with you, I would not chose a store room." She turned to face Eomer. His arms were crossed and he was glaring at the door behind her back. Then he groaned and he looked at her with a smile twitching his mouth. "I know many better places." He met her eyes and smirked.

"I'm sure," she retorted shortly, "now, if you can spare me, I have a wedding to plan."

"Do you object so to being with me?" Eomer questioned.

"Your presence has not been exactly helpful these last few days." Lothiriel snapped.

His arms went around her, his rough chin tickling her ear. "I'm sorry, dearest."

She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into his familiar embrace. "I'm tired and worried." she sighed.

Eomer kissed his wife on the cheek. "Do you have your household keys on you?"

She grinned. "But of course, oh great King of Horse Behinds!"

He growled playfully. "Then, My Lady of Swan Droppings, I believe you have wedding to go plan. Our son will be most disappointed if you fail him. It is Aelfwine's first marriage, you know. His wedding is a large source of worry to him as well."

"Ohh!" She gasped, and hit his arm as hard she could.

He was laughing now. "Go take it out on that Faramir Took! He's the one that though it would be fun to lock the parents of the groom up in the closet!"

Lothiriel made a face at her husband of twenty-five years. "I think I'll just try and get even with Eowyn. To think she insisted that we invite those short trouble-makers! Pippin's son can only mean ridiculous pranks."

Eomer brought her around to face him, then gently kissed her. "Let's get out of here first. Will you unlock the door, my love?"

Smiling, Lothiriel, went to fiddle with the handle. After a moment she straightened up.

Eomer caught her stricken expression. "Now what have you done?"

"I didn't do anything!" she spluttered. "Faramir pick-pocketed my keys!"

Eomer groaned.

Did I do it right? Whachya think?