Summary: One night rookie police officer, Risa Burke, is found in His Majesties royal stables. After speaking with her, Gandalf is convinced she is from their neighboring realm called The Outlands. Risa later discovers she is spitting image of the Lady Lothiriel, the king's deceased wife. Gandalf has promised to help return Risa to her home, but it turns out it's easier said then done.
Genre: Romance/Fantasy; Eomer/OFC - original character Risa Burke
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings.
A/N: Hello! Thanks for taking the time to read this story. I've been trying to get this story down for a while; it keeps popping into my head. Beware, the chapter is short! I have never attempted a LOTR fic before and it's a little stressful, lol! Nonetheless, I'm super excited! Looking forward to your feedback. Happy Reading!
Chapter One
Every soldier, every servant, everyone's senses were running on high alert this night. Eomer, King of the Golden Hall, was awoken from his sleep on account of it, but he had been given no details on the matter. And the mithrandir, Gandalf the White hastened to Edoras without delay.
A woman had been discovered in the stables. The Lady Eowyn tended to her personally. Fortunately, no aid was necessary, for no physical harm had come to her. She appeared to be nothing more than a woman that was found sleeping on a pile hay next to the horses. In the past, many peasants, usually intoxicated ones, had stumbled inside for a quick nap to ease the pounding in their heads. This incident would have been no cause for concern, if not for two points.
First. This woman was dressed in the most peculiar garments. The top portion of her body was covered in a red shirt with buttons, reaching her waist. And below that, a coarse, dark blue colored material covered her legs. Eowyn found her shoes to be quite strange as well. They were black, some areas being a bit shinier than others, and the letters N-I-K-E were found the heel.
"Definitely not Rohirric," mutter Eowyn softly.
The second point, and most important cause for all the ruckus was the fact that this woman held a striking resemblance to Lothiriel, King Eomer's recently deceased wife. Eowyn observed the same black hair, the same fair skin, and the same body build of her former sister-in-law. Nearly touching her hair line, were two small brown freckles on the left side of her forehead. Lothriel had them too, but only on the right. This woman could easily pass as Lothiriel's twin sister, if not Lothiriel herself.
Raised voices could be heard from the outside hallway. Eowyn recognized her brother's instantly. The door opened swiftly and Gandalf appeared.
"What is happening," she questioned the wizard.
"Your brother," he answered quickly. "Has she woken?"
Eowyn shook her head. "Gandalf, she looks exactly like Lothiriel," she whispered quickly. "How is that possible?"
"All things are possible, young one."
"Has Eomer been informed?" In his silence, she heard his answer. "Gandalf, this will crush him! Eomer's heart belonged to Lothiriel and since her passing he has not been same! Seeing her," Eowyn pointed to the bed, "will only reopen his wound!"
"I have a suspicion of where she may have came from," said Gandalf reassuringly. "But I can't be sure until I speak with her, preferable alone and uninterrupted."
Eowyn nodded, understanding what she must do. "I shall lock the door," she said, grasping the key on the bedside table, "and detain my brother for as long as possible."
