The Diary
GF20- Colorless
Love, Rohirrim Style.
From chapter 14
*Béma! They are worse than rabbits! Good thing the Queen asked me about lore to keep her from getting pregnant the first year…they'll be having a babe every year at this rate!*
The water was colorless, clear as crystal.
The slow ride back to Rohan was taking its toll on the younger members of the wedding éored and when scouts discovered the small, shaded lake ahead, it was decided they would stop there and stay several days. There were many trees and bushes and the ladies in the party rejoiced in the warm water. His wife was one of that gaggle of women down in the lake, laughter and female companionship carried through the air. She came back, smelling of roses or something floral.
Éomer stunk; he knew he stunk and normally he would care less that he smelled to high heaven, but his wife's nose curled because she wasn't used to the smell of sweaty riders. Their marriage bed was still too new, too fresh for him to not care.
Pray to Béma he never reached that point.
So in the twilight, when the moon was up, the first star was twinkling, and families made their way to their cookfires, with children being put snug in the furs, Éomer made his way quietly to the secluded shore. There was a small alcove a ways off, with a small waterfall, and a low lying ledge, and after placing his clean clothing on the bushes, he waded into the water, sweaty clothing and all, his bathing kit clenched in his fist.
The kit was a gift from Elfhelm and his wife, a curious thing with a drawstring, but easy enough to put soap and special vials of cleansers for his hair in it. He reached the alcove and put the kit on a small ledge. The lake was shallow here; the shelf rose up, only coming to the upper curve of his hip and for a time, he stood in the low waterfall, relishing the fall of the water over him.
He peeled his clothing and used soap loaned to him by Gamling on his garments. Thank Béma, it wasn't flowery or sweet smelling; it smelled of pine. After he laid it up on the rock, he bathed and washed himself thoroughly; Lothiriel was expressing more and more curiosity in tasting and exploring him much as he tasted her in the privacy of their furs. He wondered how thick the walls were in his uncle's…no… the king's chambers, because he planned to test them.
There was a scuttling in the small rocks above the ledge and Éomer raised an eyebrow. Whose youngling was out and about or…
…his eyes narrowed. He made his way back to the waterfall, as if to enjoy the water massage again. However as he reached the closest part of the low lying ledge, he jumped up, grabbing the miscreant from the ledge and throwing them into the deeper part of the lake behind him. There was a high-pitched screech as the body hit the water.
Éomer reached over and seized the mischief maker by the scruff of their tunic and pulled up…
"Lothiriel?"
She jumped up, gasping by the sudden immersion, hair dripping and in her face, her dress, transparent and as colorless as the water. She held her hands in front of her, aghast at the water dripping from her fingers… but mostly from being caught. "I'm wet!" she accused him.
Éomer had a smirk on his face. "If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do is ask."
She had the decency to look sheepish. "The tent is small and the material is thin. If the lamp is on, everyone outside can see everything."
He looked at her in the moonlight, dusky nipples perking through the opaque material. "Princess, they could see more of you now," She ducked her head, avoiding his eyes. He pulled her to him. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." She was still looking down and she smiled jauntily. "Just my pride." Her arm stole around him. "I admit it was rather erotic, watching you in the moonlight."
At the word 'erotic,' his mind began to work in typical male fashion. He pulled her in close and whispered in her ear. "Would like to ride the Mearas in the water?"
"Are you up for it?"
Éomer's jaw dropped. "Saucy wench. Am I up for it, indeed!" Reaching down, he pulled her soaked dress over her head and slung it with the rest of his wet things. He pulled her deeper in the water, his hair floating in the depths. "Come follow me and find out…"
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"That's it?" The youngest looked rather... eh?
Léoma shook her head. "Noooo." She laid down the just read sheet. "It gets worse..."