Disclaimer: All of these glorious characters belong to the mastermind, otherwise known as J.R.R. Tolkien! (Except for some OCs I might add)

This fic is inspired from the song Waterloo by ABBA, which is one of my favorite songs of all time!! Yeah, I know it's weird that a 15 year old likes ABBA, but what can I say? They're bloody brilliant! to take a leaf out of Ron Weasley's book ;-)

Hey all my lovely readers, I'm sorry for the delay on uploading:(

I was writing on my phone but the stupid app lost all my writing!!

ughh-.-

Anyway, I'm writing this with the computer so enjoy! Oh and reviews are appreciated~

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At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender

Oh yeah

And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

-an excerpt from Waterloo by ABBA

Lothiriel

After her father's pathetic attempt of a joke, (Like meeting a king in wrinkled dirty clothes was a joke! ) Lothiriel, having rushed to her room in the upper floors, was more than satisfied with her appearance that night. Her maid, and good friend Sierra had a magic hand when it came to fashion. Many at the court admired the princess's style and unique clothes, making her an icon of fashion. She, being her mother's daughter, had good taste in clothing but she wasn't that good on her own.

She stared at herself in the full-length mirror in her room. The usual ensemble of silver and blue, typical to the house of Dol Amroth, was present but it was still very sophisticated. It was made of a new type of silk imported from Harad, a shimmering material that looked soft, and at the same time, floating around making the wearer look more enchanting. The tiny gems that looked like ice, sparkling for all its worth, was sewn in to the skirt in the shape of a swan.

Sierra finished up with some kohl to make Lothiriel's grey eyes seem illuminating, and some blush to her pale cheeks, making her face look rosy and healthy. I really should talk about giving her a pay rise with Rhiannon, was her thought when Sierra suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh! My lady, where is your pendant?"

"What?"

Lothiriel touched her base of her neck where she always wore her mother's pendant. The familiar presence was not there! She began to search her jewelry box. Beside her, Sierra was frantically searching the room for the missing pendant.

"My lady, it isn't in the room!"

She was sure she had worn it at breakfast, when she went down to the hall to dine with her family! But after her brothers and father's not-so-subtle praises of Éomer king, she had rushed to her father's study in a fury, scaring poor Therr his page out of his wits! (Now that she thought of it, she really had to make amends. Maybe a slice of the honey-nut cake cook was famous for?) After her father's not-so-pleasant surprise for her, she had rushed right back to her room without a detour.

"I must have lost it somewhere between the dining hall and father's study, and from there to my room. But I don't have time for it right now, Éomer king is supposed to escort me!"

"Then you'll have to make do instead… Put on the silver necklace prince Erchrion gave you for your birthday, it will go well with the dress and it will match your eyes."

"Sierra, would you-"

"I'll search for the pendant. I'll ask Therr too."

Lothiriel sighed in relief. "What would I do without you?"

"Become a fashion crisis, that's what." Si grinned. "Now go on and meet that handsome king the maids have been gossiping about, my lady!"

Lothiriel smiled. Sierra had a way of making a person feel good about herself.

"I make no promises, Si. He could be a great warrior amd an honourable man and all of the above, but that doesn't vouch for instant love at first sight, you know." Her maid knew of her hope of finding love.

"Yes, but there's no denying he's a very handsome man."

Lothiriel's interest was picqued. "Have you seen him before?"

"On the eve of our departure from Minas Tirith, I saw him talking with some of his men at the training grounds. He was very tall, over 6 feet, I think." Lothiriel stared at her-five foot six-self in the full-length mirror.

"And his hair is long and blonde, not at all like the princes', but it looks well on him. I even heard from another maid that her lady declared "His blonde locks are to die for!" " Here Sierra struck a pose of a maiden in love, clasping her hands and smiling dreamily.

Lothiriel started to giggle, and so did Sierra, and soon enough they were holding on to each other, guffawing till tears of mirth came.

"Sto-haha-p, stop stop. We should-"giggles" -your makeup's getting a bit smudged."

After wiping their eyes with hankerchiefs, Sierra quickly set about to repair the damage. "Anyway, the king has many charming features other than his silky hair." Giggling from the aftermath, she went on. "He has dark eyes, rather a strange combination with his blonde hair, but in a pleasant way. He has very broad shoulders and has a powerful build, like a real warrior that came out from the tales of old."

"One day he will be known as a hero of old, after all, his part in the destruction of evil was vital. Already songs are being made to tell of his great deeds." Lothiriel said in a serious tone. "That is exactly why I feel like one little slip might make me seem unworthy in front of such a warrior. I do not like feling so self conscious, but I am."

"My lady, your father and brothers are also reknown warriors and royalty at that. You see them everyday!"

"Yes, but I can't seem to process that fact. All I feel when I see my brothers is that Elphir is annoyingly adament about propriety, Erchirion is a skirt chaser, and Amrothos is the embodiment of mischief. Ada is better, but you know as well as I that he's the one responsible for Roth's tendency of causing mayhem wherever he goes."

"Aye, I can't deny that. Still, the king is only human, not a monster who eat little girls like you for breakfast."

"Thanks for the boost of confidence." Lothiriel muttered. Sierra only grinned in reply.

"Anyway, how did you see the king up so close? Surely you couldn't have learned all that about him from a glance?" she asked out of curiosity.

To Lothiriel's great surprise, Sierra sounded flustered. "I- I was talking to one of his marshals and he was right next to us. " Lothiriel turned around quickly(almost getting hit by her own long hair) to stare at her friend. Turning around as if to keep searching for the pendant, Sierra changed the subjet, saying "Maybe it could be in here yet."

"And who ," grinned Lothiriel, "was this marshal that you spoke to?" (Damn, she was starting to sound like Amrothos!)

"A lord Éothain."

"Was he handsome?"

"He was quite handsome in his own way, if you like blonde hair."

"Hmm.." Lothi could feel there was more to this story than she thought, and she vowed to learn more about this marshal Éothain for Sierra.

"Now, hurry up, at this rate you're going to be late!"

Heeding Sierra's advice, Lothiriel fastened her silver necklace and went down to the hall where her family, and presumably king Éomer, was waiting.

To be continued...

p.s. I'm sorry Éomer hasn't come out yet but he will in the next chapter! I know many of you would have been waiting for their first meeting, but I felt like I had to do some ground work to show what Lothi is like really, before their interaction.

p.p.s. Lothi is more like her family than she cares to admit! Her matchmaking comes from Imrahil, as you can see;-)