Chapter 12
The music swelled and the laughing crowds of people swirled about the dance floor. Lothiriel laughed merrily, her feet moving lightly on the dance floor and her eyes shining. Eomer grinned as she tried to teach him a dance from Dol Amroth. He was not very good at it and kept stepping on her feet. Luckily she was in such a good mood she did not seem to care.
"Step, kick, step, kick, no, that's not right!" She laughed as his feet got tangled and he stumbled. "Oh well. I suppose no one is perfect."
Eomer grinned, "Speak for yourself my Lady. I believe I am a shining example of my people." He bowed low, "You have not tried a dance of the Rohirrim." He pointed out, with a grin.
Lothiriel laughed, "Maybe after another drink, your Highness." The couple made their way from the dance floor to a table where a man was serving drinks of ale. She took a mug and downed it in one seemed to be one gulp.
Eomer raised an eyebrow at her, smiling. "Lady?"
"What?" She asked, wiping her mouth, "You think a well-bread Lady of Dol Amroth cannot drink?"
He laughed, "I did not expect to find one who could drink like a man of Rohan." He teased, downing his own drink and laughing as she picked up another.
"These are good. Aren't these good?" She asked.
Eomer laughed, "Yes, I believe you said that about five drinks ago, my Lady." He teased. "I think you have had enough."
Lothiriel shook this off with a wave of her hand as she grabbed a shot glass and downed its contents. "I know when I've had enough. You are not my brothers."
Eomer rolled his eyes, knowing that the lovely Lady Lothiriel would probably have quite the headache tomorrow. "Very well, drink the night away." He said.
She groaned, "Oh don't be cross!" She then grabbed his hand. "Come on! You are not a dancer, but I enjoy your company, let's go somewhere that does not require dancing, shall we?"
Eomer grinned, "Oh definitely." He followed Lothiriel as she led him away from the party and down to the gates of the city. They went down to the shore and she led him to a stairway that went down to the base of the cliff.
"I do not think you will enjoy the climb back up these stairs, my Lady." Eomer teased as they went down. He noted with some amusement that she was having trouble walking straight, and steadied her with his arm on her elbow.
They finally reached the bottom. It was beautiful here. The waves shined with the light of the moon. Eomer had never been that close to the Sea and watched the wave beat upon the sands.
Lothiriel ran towards them, kicking off her shoes and stumbling a bit. Her hair tumbling from its lovely braid as the wind sent it into chaos. She laughed as the water splashed upon her feet and lifted the hem of her skirts out of the water.
Eomer laughed at her behavior and called out to her. "Lothiriel! Are your feet not cold?" He asked.
She laughed, running back to him. "Not at all! I am wonderfully warm!"
Eomer chuckled, "Yes well, that's the ale talking."
Lothiriel grinned, "You may be right." She admitted. She then grinned, "Come! Let us swim!"
"What?" Eomer exclaimed. "Absolutely not! That water must be freezing!"
Lothiriel rolled her eyes, "Don't be silly, if it was freezing it would be ice!" She then began undoing the clasps of her dress.
"What are you doing?" Eomer asked, nervously.
"I can't swim in this dress." She said simply. "Do not worry, I have about five layers of undergarments on under this."
He still did not like this. He could see her curvy figure far to easily and her corset was cut much lower than her dress had been. He swallowed hard. "Lothiriel, no."
She smiled sweetly, "You do not have to swim, Eomer, but I am!" She then ran into the water, diving beneath the waves. "The water is glorious!" She shouted.
Eomer rolled his eyes, "I'll bet!"
Suddenly her expression went from one of joy to terror. She began to kick and thrash in the water. "Eomer! Help!" She shouted.
He ran out into the water, not thinking clearly, intending on saving her. However, when he reached her she was laughing hysterically. "Told you that you would like a swim." She teased.
Eomer glared and splashed at her. She fought back and soon the two of them were in a complete water fight. Lothiriel wrapped her arms around him and dunked him beneath the waves, he pulled her legs out from under her and dunked her beneath as well. She came up sputtering and gasping for breath. Eomer took advantage of this moment and locked her in his strong grip, his arms around her slender waist.
"Give up?" he asked with a teasing look in his eyes.
"Never!" She replied.
"But I have you." He teased, arguing.
She laughed, kissing him as he lifted her up a bit by the waist so that she would better reach his lips. It was the most passionate kiss of Eomer's life and cold water or not Eomer was now having trouble controlling himself, his head told him that he should pull away, that it was improper to be in this position. But every other part of him told him to keep going. He wanted her more than anything in his entire life. His lips moved to her neck and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes slightly closed. Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing deepened. She looked so beautiful, water dripping from her long braid, shorter pieces lining her face. He kissed her lips again, pulling her closer.
Suddenly she pulled away, and stepped back. A strange look came across her face. "Lothiriel, what is it?" Eomer asked.
Lothiriel turned her head away, and he was about to ask again when her face turned a strange shade of green and she threw up into the water.
Eomer held back a laugh as it washed into the shore. "I told you that you had too much ale." He teased as she stared blankly at the water, looking quite miserable and sick.
Lothiriel put a hand to her mouth and groaned, her knees felt weak and her head was spinning. Luckily, Eomer caught her before she fell into the water again.
"All right Lady Lothiriel, let's get you home." He said kindly. He carried her back to the shore and back towards the city.
Erchirion was pacing the halls of the Tower house. His sister had left the celebrations with Eomer and was not back yet. He was worried, but his father had insisted Erchirion was over-reacting and had gone to bed. Erchirion was about to go looking for them when the door finally opened.
Eomer, dripping wet, came in, carrying Lothiriel in his arms. Lothiriel was dripping wet as well, in only her undergarments, her gown thrown over his arm. She seemed completely out of it and Eomer looked like he had carried her all the way from the Sea. "Am I ever glad to see you." Eomer said to Erchirion.
"What happened?" He asked.
Eomer rolled his eyes, "Your sister had a bit too much to drink." He set her down and she collasped against her brother.
"Erchirion! How lovely to see you!" She said distantly.
Erchirion made a face at her breath. "I'll say she had a bit too much."
Eomer smiled, "You probably should not leave her alone." He said.
Erchirion nodded, picking Lothiriel up to carry her to her room. "Thank you Eomer. Thank you for bringing her to me."
Eomer nodded, "No thanks is necessary, had she been my sister I would have wanted the same. Goodnight Erchirion." He said, turning to go to his own room and planning on falling asleep.
Erchirion watched the King go for a moment; once again he was impressed with Eomer's good sense. Maybe he was not such a bad man after all. Erchirion smiled to himself as his sister swung an arm around drunkenly. Maybe he was just what Lothiriel needed.
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A/N- I hope I didn't offend anyone with the whole drunk scene. I just couldn't resist! I thought it'd be different, and help to make her less Mary-Sueish. Hehe, she got drunk and threw up after he kissed her for crying out loud! Haha, now that's discouraging! Hehe, it tells people NOT to drink because she got sick all over! Hehe, anyway I'm really sorry if you're offended! Feel free to review and tell me how horribly I am for getting her drunk, or if you have a twisted sense of humor like me, feel free to review and tell me I'm not horrible for having a drunken scene. Which means you'll have to review! Hint hint! Wink wink! Nod nod!
The music swelled and the laughing crowds of people swirled about the dance floor. Lothiriel laughed merrily, her feet moving lightly on the dance floor and her eyes shining. Eomer grinned as she tried to teach him a dance from Dol Amroth. He was not very good at it and kept stepping on her feet. Luckily she was in such a good mood she did not seem to care.
"Step, kick, step, kick, no, that's not right!" She laughed as his feet got tangled and he stumbled. "Oh well. I suppose no one is perfect."
Eomer grinned, "Speak for yourself my Lady. I believe I am a shining example of my people." He bowed low, "You have not tried a dance of the Rohirrim." He pointed out, with a grin.
Lothiriel laughed, "Maybe after another drink, your Highness." The couple made their way from the dance floor to a table where a man was serving drinks of ale. She took a mug and downed it in one seemed to be one gulp.
Eomer raised an eyebrow at her, smiling. "Lady?"
"What?" She asked, wiping her mouth, "You think a well-bread Lady of Dol Amroth cannot drink?"
He laughed, "I did not expect to find one who could drink like a man of Rohan." He teased, downing his own drink and laughing as she picked up another.
"These are good. Aren't these good?" She asked.
Eomer laughed, "Yes, I believe you said that about five drinks ago, my Lady." He teased. "I think you have had enough."
Lothiriel shook this off with a wave of her hand as she grabbed a shot glass and downed its contents. "I know when I've had enough. You are not my brothers."
Eomer rolled his eyes, knowing that the lovely Lady Lothiriel would probably have quite the headache tomorrow. "Very well, drink the night away." He said.
She groaned, "Oh don't be cross!" She then grabbed his hand. "Come on! You are not a dancer, but I enjoy your company, let's go somewhere that does not require dancing, shall we?"
Eomer grinned, "Oh definitely." He followed Lothiriel as she led him away from the party and down to the gates of the city. They went down to the shore and she led him to a stairway that went down to the base of the cliff.
"I do not think you will enjoy the climb back up these stairs, my Lady." Eomer teased as they went down. He noted with some amusement that she was having trouble walking straight, and steadied her with his arm on her elbow.
They finally reached the bottom. It was beautiful here. The waves shined with the light of the moon. Eomer had never been that close to the Sea and watched the wave beat upon the sands.
Lothiriel ran towards them, kicking off her shoes and stumbling a bit. Her hair tumbling from its lovely braid as the wind sent it into chaos. She laughed as the water splashed upon her feet and lifted the hem of her skirts out of the water.
Eomer laughed at her behavior and called out to her. "Lothiriel! Are your feet not cold?" He asked.
She laughed, running back to him. "Not at all! I am wonderfully warm!"
Eomer chuckled, "Yes well, that's the ale talking."
Lothiriel grinned, "You may be right." She admitted. She then grinned, "Come! Let us swim!"
"What?" Eomer exclaimed. "Absolutely not! That water must be freezing!"
Lothiriel rolled her eyes, "Don't be silly, if it was freezing it would be ice!" She then began undoing the clasps of her dress.
"What are you doing?" Eomer asked, nervously.
"I can't swim in this dress." She said simply. "Do not worry, I have about five layers of undergarments on under this."
He still did not like this. He could see her curvy figure far to easily and her corset was cut much lower than her dress had been. He swallowed hard. "Lothiriel, no."
She smiled sweetly, "You do not have to swim, Eomer, but I am!" She then ran into the water, diving beneath the waves. "The water is glorious!" She shouted.
Eomer rolled his eyes, "I'll bet!"
Suddenly her expression went from one of joy to terror. She began to kick and thrash in the water. "Eomer! Help!" She shouted.
He ran out into the water, not thinking clearly, intending on saving her. However, when he reached her she was laughing hysterically. "Told you that you would like a swim." She teased.
Eomer glared and splashed at her. She fought back and soon the two of them were in a complete water fight. Lothiriel wrapped her arms around him and dunked him beneath the waves, he pulled her legs out from under her and dunked her beneath as well. She came up sputtering and gasping for breath. Eomer took advantage of this moment and locked her in his strong grip, his arms around her slender waist.
"Give up?" he asked with a teasing look in his eyes.
"Never!" She replied.
"But I have you." He teased, arguing.
She laughed, kissing him as he lifted her up a bit by the waist so that she would better reach his lips. It was the most passionate kiss of Eomer's life and cold water or not Eomer was now having trouble controlling himself, his head told him that he should pull away, that it was improper to be in this position. But every other part of him told him to keep going. He wanted her more than anything in his entire life. His lips moved to her neck and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes slightly closed. Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing deepened. She looked so beautiful, water dripping from her long braid, shorter pieces lining her face. He kissed her lips again, pulling her closer.
Suddenly she pulled away, and stepped back. A strange look came across her face. "Lothiriel, what is it?" Eomer asked.
Lothiriel turned her head away, and he was about to ask again when her face turned a strange shade of green and she threw up into the water.
Eomer held back a laugh as it washed into the shore. "I told you that you had too much ale." He teased as she stared blankly at the water, looking quite miserable and sick.
Lothiriel put a hand to her mouth and groaned, her knees felt weak and her head was spinning. Luckily, Eomer caught her before she fell into the water again.
"All right Lady Lothiriel, let's get you home." He said kindly. He carried her back to the shore and back towards the city.
Erchirion was pacing the halls of the Tower house. His sister had left the celebrations with Eomer and was not back yet. He was worried, but his father had insisted Erchirion was over-reacting and had gone to bed. Erchirion was about to go looking for them when the door finally opened.
Eomer, dripping wet, came in, carrying Lothiriel in his arms. Lothiriel was dripping wet as well, in only her undergarments, her gown thrown over his arm. She seemed completely out of it and Eomer looked like he had carried her all the way from the Sea. "Am I ever glad to see you." Eomer said to Erchirion.
"What happened?" He asked.
Eomer rolled his eyes, "Your sister had a bit too much to drink." He set her down and she collasped against her brother.
"Erchirion! How lovely to see you!" She said distantly.
Erchirion made a face at her breath. "I'll say she had a bit too much."
Eomer smiled, "You probably should not leave her alone." He said.
Erchirion nodded, picking Lothiriel up to carry her to her room. "Thank you Eomer. Thank you for bringing her to me."
Eomer nodded, "No thanks is necessary, had she been my sister I would have wanted the same. Goodnight Erchirion." He said, turning to go to his own room and planning on falling asleep.
Erchirion watched the King go for a moment; once again he was impressed with Eomer's good sense. Maybe he was not such a bad man after all. Erchirion smiled to himself as his sister swung an arm around drunkenly. Maybe he was just what Lothiriel needed.
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A/N- I hope I didn't offend anyone with the whole drunk scene. I just couldn't resist! I thought it'd be different, and help to make her less Mary-Sueish. Hehe, she got drunk and threw up after he kissed her for crying out loud! Haha, now that's discouraging! Hehe, it tells people NOT to drink because she got sick all over! Hehe, anyway I'm really sorry if you're offended! Feel free to review and tell me how horribly I am for getting her drunk, or if you have a twisted sense of humor like me, feel free to review and tell me I'm not horrible for having a drunken scene. Which means you'll have to review! Hint hint! Wink wink! Nod nod!