My usual ranting pointless notes: Why doesn't Eomer have a section?????
HALDIR has a section!! HALDIR! Nothing against Haldir, I'm quite fond of
him (even if he looked kind of scary in the movie.... admit it!) but Eomer
is VERY MUCH MORE IMPORTANT than HALDIR!! GRR!!! Anyway, enough of my rage!
I'd like to thank both Beccas for their contributions to this story. Becca
back home gets mad brownie points because she's my idea bouncer and such!
Go her! Hehe! I'll be home soon for more cheesy fries! Becca here gets
thanks for being a great roommate, she has to live with me, poor thing, and
she answers my 'How would you describe this?' Although she's normally not
very helpful she's fun to have around and laughs when I get annoyed at a
story and draw diagrams of battles! Anyway, enough rantings! Er... wait,
I've still got stuff to say!
We all know (if you are a loser and read the appendixes of Return of the King like I did!) that Eomer married Lothiriel, Prince Imrahil's daughter. I got to wondering just how the King of Rohan met Lothiriel. I didn't want to write the ususal 'the met at court in Minas Tirith story, and I wanted Lothiriel to be different. I tried to make her less Mary-Sueish by giving her some faults and emotional problems.... I may have over done it, I may not have given her enough depth. That's for you to review and tell me! Anyway, I really like these characters and will probably write more on them about their life in Edoras together. I already have a cute story in mind and a depressing story which makes me eat an insane amount of cheese and watch those stupid girly movies with the rest of my hall! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another note: I read in the Encyclopedia of Arda or something that Imrahil had three sons and a daughter, so all of these characters are based on what they told me... if I'm wrong, oh well, it's fanfiction! It's just fun!
Disclaimer- Oh yeah! I own all of this! All of it!! Hehehe, we all know I'm lying! If I owned all these characters and Lord of the Rings I would not need all these stupid loans to pay for college!
Chapter One
Lothiriel shivered slightly as she pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. The wind of Dol Amroth had a bit of a chill to these days. It was fitting for the city these days, for it the times had grown dark. The city had been barricaded for a month now, and it seemed an eternity. Her Father had taken the best of their Knights to fight in the Great War away in Minas Tirith. Messenger after messenger had been killed attempting to get word through to Prince Imrahil to return with his men. They were on their own it seemed, and it was not going well.
The only daughter of the Prince stood out overlooking the city, she could see the dim fires of their attackers in the distance. Corsairs. How she hated them. It seems as if they had waited until they were at their weakest to strike. An excellent strategy, she had to admit, but should the city fall...
Lothiriel shuddered, pushing the thought from her mind. That must not happen. If she had to take up a sword herself, she would. Growing up with three older brothers Lothiriel had always been protected, but she had also been taught to protect herself. When she was smaller she had always played with her older brothers, although five years younger than Amrothos, the closest to her age. She had always been determined to beat them at something. Now they were grown, all of them. Elphir, the oldest of the children, now had a little son of his own. Alphros, at two, was the joy of the household. His mother had died giving birth to him, and Elphir often relied on his sister to act as his mother. Erchirion, the second son, was possibly the finest Knight left in Dol Amroth. He was hot headed, and begged his brother to allow him to ride against the Corsairs. Thankfully, Elphir played the role of an over-protective brother and refused. Amrothos, the sensible one of the three brothers, had told them all they should not attack. Those left in the city had not the strength to win a direct battle. They would have to wait until Father returned with the rest of his Knights to lift the siege.
If Father returns. Lothiriel mused bitterly. It had been over a year since Prince Imrahil had left Dol Amroth, and no word had come through of how they faired. Elphir had been doing the best he possibly could under the circumstances, but they needed the men back in the city. Their supplies were dwindling, and she wondering how much longer they could last.
"Lothiriel?" Her brother, Erchirion, had come to the balcony, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Lothiriel turned to face her brother, and was surprised to see him dressed for battle. Her grey eyes searched his, filled with worry. "And where do you think you are going Erchirion?" She asked.
Erchirion held out a hand to his little sister, "I have come to ask for your forgiveness Lothiriel."
She took his hand, "Forgiveness brother?" She asked, her heart sinking.
"I am afraid I must leave you for a time." He said with a brave smile.
Lothiriel dropped his hand, her eyes wide, "No Erchirion! You know we haven't the strength to face the Corsairs! Not without the rest of the Knights!"
Erchirion's face tightened, "I believe we do, although you and Amrothos have persuaded Elphir otherwise." He then sighed, looking out over the sea. "But that is not were I am going." He turned back to his sister. "Elphir has agreed to allow me to ride out as messenger to find Father and bring back the Knights of Dol Amroth."
Lothiriel stared at her brother, "But the last five messengers have been killed and their heads set on pikes outside the city!" She shuddered at the thought of this. It was a horrifying sight to see the heads of faithful servants to her family lining the way to the gates. One of those messengers had been a dear friend of hers since childhood, and now his skull rested, flesh pecked away by birds, bleaching in the sun. "Surely he would not put you in danger."
Erchirion gave a small laugh, "Not without an argument." Her brother then sighed, "You know it has been killing me to sit here and do nothing. Perhaps I will get past them. Perhaps not. Either way it is better than staying here and slowing starving to death. If I must die, dear sister, I would rather do it in battle."
Lothiriel nodded, her eyes filling with tears, she hugged Erchirion tightly, "Let me come with you." She begged.
Erchirion shushed her pleas, "No Lothiriel, you must stay here." He gave her a small smile, "Someone must look after the people, and keep Elphir and Amrothos in line."
She chuckled and kissed her brother on the cheek fondly, "You were always my favorite brother Erchirion."
He laughed, "That is because I would help you sneak away from your sewing and music lessons and help you master the sword." He teased.
She grinned, "We caused such trouble together. Remember the time we put a sand crab in Elphir's bed?"
Erchirion laughed merrily, "I do not think I have ever seen him jump so high, nor be so angry with us. I still have the marks from were Father punished me. You however seemed to get away with murder."
Lothiriel grinned, "That is because I would never do such I thing, I was always a proper little Lady."
Erchirion rolled his eyes, "More like a very talented little actress, my dear sister."
She then hugged him once more. "Please be careful Erchirion. I do not know what I would do without you."
He nodded, "As long as you are careful when you deliver food to the people. You know I do not like you wandering the city in these times." She stared to protest but he held up his hand, "But I know you must do something as well." He smiled fondly at his little sister. "We are more alike than most realize." He then kissed her hand fondly. "I will bring help Lothiriel. I promise."
She nodded, "I believe you. Safe journey Erchirion, please give Father a kiss from me and our cousins Boromir and Faramir my regards."
He smiled, "Of course dear sister." He then turned, giving her one last hug, and left her alone once more.
Lothiriel stood on the balcony watching the sea for a while longer, she saw Erchirion and his company leave and he turned to give her a wave before riding off into the darkness. She then stood there, shivering with the chill the night brought on, staring off into the dark, hoping for a sign that her brother made it safely away from the city. Finally, she regretfully went to her chambers to sleep, but found no rest. For the darkness of Dol Amroth, and even her own mind, seemed far too deep.
(A/N- Go on! Push the review button! You know you want to! Go! Go! Go!)
We all know (if you are a loser and read the appendixes of Return of the King like I did!) that Eomer married Lothiriel, Prince Imrahil's daughter. I got to wondering just how the King of Rohan met Lothiriel. I didn't want to write the ususal 'the met at court in Minas Tirith story, and I wanted Lothiriel to be different. I tried to make her less Mary-Sueish by giving her some faults and emotional problems.... I may have over done it, I may not have given her enough depth. That's for you to review and tell me! Anyway, I really like these characters and will probably write more on them about their life in Edoras together. I already have a cute story in mind and a depressing story which makes me eat an insane amount of cheese and watch those stupid girly movies with the rest of my hall! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another note: I read in the Encyclopedia of Arda or something that Imrahil had three sons and a daughter, so all of these characters are based on what they told me... if I'm wrong, oh well, it's fanfiction! It's just fun!
Disclaimer- Oh yeah! I own all of this! All of it!! Hehehe, we all know I'm lying! If I owned all these characters and Lord of the Rings I would not need all these stupid loans to pay for college!
Chapter One
Lothiriel shivered slightly as she pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. The wind of Dol Amroth had a bit of a chill to these days. It was fitting for the city these days, for it the times had grown dark. The city had been barricaded for a month now, and it seemed an eternity. Her Father had taken the best of their Knights to fight in the Great War away in Minas Tirith. Messenger after messenger had been killed attempting to get word through to Prince Imrahil to return with his men. They were on their own it seemed, and it was not going well.
The only daughter of the Prince stood out overlooking the city, she could see the dim fires of their attackers in the distance. Corsairs. How she hated them. It seems as if they had waited until they were at their weakest to strike. An excellent strategy, she had to admit, but should the city fall...
Lothiriel shuddered, pushing the thought from her mind. That must not happen. If she had to take up a sword herself, she would. Growing up with three older brothers Lothiriel had always been protected, but she had also been taught to protect herself. When she was smaller she had always played with her older brothers, although five years younger than Amrothos, the closest to her age. She had always been determined to beat them at something. Now they were grown, all of them. Elphir, the oldest of the children, now had a little son of his own. Alphros, at two, was the joy of the household. His mother had died giving birth to him, and Elphir often relied on his sister to act as his mother. Erchirion, the second son, was possibly the finest Knight left in Dol Amroth. He was hot headed, and begged his brother to allow him to ride against the Corsairs. Thankfully, Elphir played the role of an over-protective brother and refused. Amrothos, the sensible one of the three brothers, had told them all they should not attack. Those left in the city had not the strength to win a direct battle. They would have to wait until Father returned with the rest of his Knights to lift the siege.
If Father returns. Lothiriel mused bitterly. It had been over a year since Prince Imrahil had left Dol Amroth, and no word had come through of how they faired. Elphir had been doing the best he possibly could under the circumstances, but they needed the men back in the city. Their supplies were dwindling, and she wondering how much longer they could last.
"Lothiriel?" Her brother, Erchirion, had come to the balcony, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Lothiriel turned to face her brother, and was surprised to see him dressed for battle. Her grey eyes searched his, filled with worry. "And where do you think you are going Erchirion?" She asked.
Erchirion held out a hand to his little sister, "I have come to ask for your forgiveness Lothiriel."
She took his hand, "Forgiveness brother?" She asked, her heart sinking.
"I am afraid I must leave you for a time." He said with a brave smile.
Lothiriel dropped his hand, her eyes wide, "No Erchirion! You know we haven't the strength to face the Corsairs! Not without the rest of the Knights!"
Erchirion's face tightened, "I believe we do, although you and Amrothos have persuaded Elphir otherwise." He then sighed, looking out over the sea. "But that is not were I am going." He turned back to his sister. "Elphir has agreed to allow me to ride out as messenger to find Father and bring back the Knights of Dol Amroth."
Lothiriel stared at her brother, "But the last five messengers have been killed and their heads set on pikes outside the city!" She shuddered at the thought of this. It was a horrifying sight to see the heads of faithful servants to her family lining the way to the gates. One of those messengers had been a dear friend of hers since childhood, and now his skull rested, flesh pecked away by birds, bleaching in the sun. "Surely he would not put you in danger."
Erchirion gave a small laugh, "Not without an argument." Her brother then sighed, "You know it has been killing me to sit here and do nothing. Perhaps I will get past them. Perhaps not. Either way it is better than staying here and slowing starving to death. If I must die, dear sister, I would rather do it in battle."
Lothiriel nodded, her eyes filling with tears, she hugged Erchirion tightly, "Let me come with you." She begged.
Erchirion shushed her pleas, "No Lothiriel, you must stay here." He gave her a small smile, "Someone must look after the people, and keep Elphir and Amrothos in line."
She chuckled and kissed her brother on the cheek fondly, "You were always my favorite brother Erchirion."
He laughed, "That is because I would help you sneak away from your sewing and music lessons and help you master the sword." He teased.
She grinned, "We caused such trouble together. Remember the time we put a sand crab in Elphir's bed?"
Erchirion laughed merrily, "I do not think I have ever seen him jump so high, nor be so angry with us. I still have the marks from were Father punished me. You however seemed to get away with murder."
Lothiriel grinned, "That is because I would never do such I thing, I was always a proper little Lady."
Erchirion rolled his eyes, "More like a very talented little actress, my dear sister."
She then hugged him once more. "Please be careful Erchirion. I do not know what I would do without you."
He nodded, "As long as you are careful when you deliver food to the people. You know I do not like you wandering the city in these times." She stared to protest but he held up his hand, "But I know you must do something as well." He smiled fondly at his little sister. "We are more alike than most realize." He then kissed her hand fondly. "I will bring help Lothiriel. I promise."
She nodded, "I believe you. Safe journey Erchirion, please give Father a kiss from me and our cousins Boromir and Faramir my regards."
He smiled, "Of course dear sister." He then turned, giving her one last hug, and left her alone once more.
Lothiriel stood on the balcony watching the sea for a while longer, she saw Erchirion and his company leave and he turned to give her a wave before riding off into the darkness. She then stood there, shivering with the chill the night brought on, staring off into the dark, hoping for a sign that her brother made it safely away from the city. Finally, she regretfully went to her chambers to sleep, but found no rest. For the darkness of Dol Amroth, and even her own mind, seemed far too deep.
(A/N- Go on! Push the review button! You know you want to! Go! Go! Go!)