A/N- This chapter is why the rating is PG-13... there's a rather adult
situation towards the end of the chapter... I'll warn you to stop reading
if you freak out about that sort of stuff when we get there, but it was
kind of important to the plot... so.... I'll warn you again! Anyway, it's
not really that graphic, but I'm worried that someone will freak out about
it and be all, 'Tolkien is spinning circles in his grave!' Which he
probably is anyway! I mean, think about all the stuff out there! Gimli gets
it on with who??? Shudder shudder.... (no offense to anyone who has ever
written one of those, but you know what I'm talking about! All those
strange yet oh so interesting combinations of characters) Anyway! I'll stop
talking now and let you read the story!
Chapter 14
One Week Later
Eomer waited in the stables brushing Firefoot as he watched the door. He had told Lothiriel to meet him here today, for he had something different in mind than their usual walks through the city. Eomer had been in Dol Amroth for almost a month now, and would soon have to return to Edoras. Aragorn had left a week ago, returning to Minas Tirith with his men. Eomer lingered, insisting that the Corsairs might come back. This was a ridiculous excuse, for the battle had left the Corsair forces depleted and crippled. Indeed it seemed doubtful that Gondor would ever be troubled by their attacks again. Eomer knew that he lingered for a reason other than military. He was a man, but he was not blinded to his heart. He knew he lingered for Lothiriel, but it was unfair to his men to stay away from their wives and families so their King could court the Prince's daughter. Therefore, every moment that was not spent in council with Imrahil was spent with Lothiriel. It was a rushed courtship to be sure, but most proper. Eomer respected the Prince and did not want to offend his friend, he smiled to himself wirily, nor did he want her three brothers coming after him.
"Eomer?" Lothiriel entered the stable looking around nervously. She was afraid of horses, he knew of this. Ever since her mother died she had not set foot in the stables.
Eomer came over to her, leading Firefoot. "Good afternoon Lothiriel." He greeted with a smile. "It is such a beautiful day, I thought we could go for a ride."
Lothiriel's eyes widened. "Eomer, I'm-"
"Afraid of horses, yes I know." He looked at her, studying her. "But you used to love to ride. Remember?" He said softly.
Lothiriel sighed, her eyes on Firefoot. "Yes I did. But that was before the accident." She pointed out. "I cannot bring myself to ride again."
"Lothiriel," He said, capturing her eyes with his own. "I will ride with you. I will not let you fall." He stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his own. "It is not fear that hold you back my Lady, it is guilt. I know that look all to well."
Lothiriel looked uncertainly from him to the horse. "And you will not let me fall?" She asked, meeting his eyes.
"Never." He assured her. He then smiled teasingly at her, "Besides, you said you would like to visit Edoras. That journey would take quite some time on foot."
Lothiriel looked back at Firefoot. Memories of the freedom she had felt riding the horse, the thrill, how her spirit used to soar as she flew along the cliffs beside the sea. She nodded, "All right. Just for a little while."
Eomer grinned, "You will not regret it!" He assured her, helping her up onto Firefoot and then swinging up behind her. His arms wrapped around her to hold the reigns, making her feel secure and safe.
They were soon riding out of the city along the cliffs. Lothiriel felt her heart soar as Firefoot gained speed. They rode away from the city until it was a mere dot in the distance. Neither one of them spoke, simply letting the emotions wash over them.
Lothiriel suddenly stiffened, "Eomer. Stop."
With a word Firefoot stopped and Eomer looked at Lothiriel questioningly. "What is it?" He asked. "Are you all right?"
Lothiriel nodded, "Would you mind getting down for awhile and letting me ride on my own?" She asked. "I won't go far, I just..." She trailed off. "I need to do this Eomer." She finished after a pause.
He nodded, "I understand." He dismounted, handing the reins to Lothiriel. "Be careful." He said.
She nodded, urging Firefoot forward. They moved slowly at first, as if she were remembering earlier days. Then finally she gave Firefoot more freedom. Then, as if something in her seemed to set loose, she raced Firefoot along the cliffs. When she turned and began heading back towards him the look on her face was so wonderfully full of joy and happiness Eomer almost laughed out loud. When she reached him she slide gracefully out of the saddle and ran over to him laughing.
Eomer, laughing as well, caught her in his arms and swung her around. "How was that my Lady?" He asked.
Lothiriel smiled up at him. "It was wonderful." She stood on her tiptoes to meet her mouth with his. "Thank you."
Eomer kissed her again, a deep and passionate kiss. The sea seemed to roar in his mind as the kiss deepened. Lothiriel was everything he had ever wanted. She was lovely, strong, intelligent, and she could put up with him, which was an accomplishment indeed. He loved her. He truly, deeply, loved this woman. It did not matter to him that many in his homeland wanted their Queen to be a woman of the Mark, he could not love another after loving Lothiriel.
"Lothiriel." He whispered her name under his breath as he kissed her. "I love you." He whispered in her ear, before moving to kiss the soft flesh of her neck.
Lothiriel turned her head to the side, letting his kisses run their course and meeting her lips once more. "And I love you." She whispered, meeting his lips once more. She then leaned her head against his chest, content to just stand there, basking in his warm love and strong presence.
He rested his head on top of hers, wrapping his arms around her, wanting to have her there always. He licked lips, thinking. Why couldn't he? He took a deep breath, searching for words. "Lothiriel, I know I only met you a little over two weeks ago, but I know I have never felt this way about anyone, and I will never feel this way about anyone else." He took another deep breath, suddenly having trouble breathing. "What I am trying to say is I...well... will you have me as your husband?"
Lothiriel stared at him a moment. "My husband?" She repeated slowly. "But I'd have to leave Dol Amroth." She said softly, her eyes turning to the sea.
Eomer closed his eyes, a knot formed in his throat, he could guess at her answer. "Yes, you would have to come to Edoras." He said softly.
Lothiriel saw the hurt in his face and it tore at her heart. She loved Dol Amroth and the sea, and she loved her family. She would never want to leave them, but would she be happy there once Eomer left. Eomer who seemed to know what she was thinking before she did, Eomer whose arms felt so secure around her, the man who she would love nothing more than to wake up in his arms every morning for the rest of their lives. How could she stay in Dol Amroth, knowing that he was gone? She knew her answer. She had to follow her heart.
"Yes." She said simply.
Eomer's eyes shot open, "What?"
"Do I have to repeat myself horsemaster?" She teased, kissing him lightly. "Yes, I will marry you. I will come to Edoras and spend the rest of my days riding with you across the fields of Rohan."
He stared at her wordlessly and then threw his arms around her, swinging her in the air. "Do you mean it Lothiriel? Truly?"
"I would never lie to you Eomer." She answered. "I could never live my days out here, knowing you were just beyond the White Mountains."
He kissed her again, "And I would die from a broken heart, if I had to live the rest of my days without you." They embraced once again and on the cliffs, watched the sunset over the sea. Lothiriel felt a joy in her heart she had never felt before as she sat beside Eomer, in his arms until darkness came.
"We should go back." Eomer said softly.
Lothiriel nodded, and they rode back together, taking their time as they climbed towards the city. Once there, Lothiriel helped Eomer brush Firefoot, smiling as his hand kept intentionally brushing hers, and laughing whenever she intentionally bumped into him.
Eomer then escorted her into the House and up to her chambers. Once there they stood outside the door, saying their goodnights, reluctantly.
Eomer kissed her softly. "I do not wish to leave you." He admitted.
Lothiriel smiled and put her arms around him. She thought a moment, her head resting against his chest. She then looked up at him, her eyes full of passion. "Then don't." She whispered softly.
Eomer looked down at her, surprised at the suggestion. "What?"
"Stay with me tonight." She said again with a seductive smile.
Eomer chewed his lip, he wanted to stay more than anything. "Lothiriel-"
She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "We will be wed soon enough, but I will have to prepare a wedding escort and will arrive in Edoras over a month later than you. I do not want to wait that long." She moved her hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes. "Let us be together this night."
Eomer kissed her hand and then her lips. "Only if you are sure."
"I am." She said, opening the door and pulling it shut behind her, locking it with a key that she laid on a table in the room.
(A/N- WARNING! Adult situation ahead! In case you haven't figured it out already! Please stop reading if you're going to freak out!)
Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her once again, moving her towards the bed. "I love you." He said again.
She returned his kiss, and wordlessly her hands with to the clasps of his tunic, her hands trembled as she worked at the clasps. She smiled an apologetic smile and Eomer caught her hand with his own, placing it over his heart, which was pounding quickly within his chest. He smiled knowingly, showing her that she was not the only one nervously excited. He kissed her hand and then slid his tunic off the rest of the way, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular form. He then unbounded her beautiful hair, allowing it to fall down past her shoulders in waves.
He kissed her neck from behind, she felt his hands working at the ties of her dress and she closed her eyes for a moment, a wonderful chill of excitement running down her spine as she felt his rough hands meeting the smooth flesh of her back as the dress and undergarments fell away, revealing her bare flesh. Her breath quickened as his hands wrapped around the bare flesh of her belly and she turned to face him stepping back from him, naked and trembling in the moonlight.
Eomer felt his breath leave him and he had to make a physical effort just to remember to breathe. He could not believe that this creature had agreed to be his forever. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, wrapping his arms around her once more, kissing her bare shoulder and lifting her into his arms, laying her on the bed. "I will love you forever." He breathed, kissing her once more, and they lost themselves in the passion of the night. Their first night together, of what they hoped would be the first of many more.
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A/N- All together now.... "awwww!" Anyway, this was written under the influence of serious chick flick overload. I live on an all-girls hall, therefore movie nights are generally chick flicks. I'm not allowed to pick out movies anymore, since my last choice was Gladiator, and the one before that was Silence of the Lambs! Hehe, fun movies like that! Anyway, too many girly movies can be bad for you! They make you write cute little love scenes and stuff..... some girly movies are good, Sweet Home Alabama surprised me by making go "awwww..." But then again, so did every girl in there! But take them in moderation... too many can be bad for you! Anyway!
Preview for the next chapter:
Eomer gets in BIG trouble!!! Hahaha, poor guy! Hey, a friend dared me to do it! Hehe!
Anyway! I say that a lot, don't I? Anyway again! Thanks to all you wonderful people who reviewed! I love you all! Hehe, I'm glad you guys liked the drunk scene! Also don't worry it doesn't end yet! Hehe, I'm still actually writing the end and am having trouble stopping. I can't decide where to stop! It's annoying, I say, I'll write until this point, but then I'm like.... hmmm... let's keep going! I'll probably end up with an entire series with these two. They're just so much fun! Sigh, but when I reach the end there will be a giant: THE END!!!!! And probably followed by an "Or is it?" because I always do that!
The little button to the left: Hey! Press me and review! You know you want to! Everyone does it! And you should ALWAYS give in to peer pressure! Always!
Chapter 14
One Week Later
Eomer waited in the stables brushing Firefoot as he watched the door. He had told Lothiriel to meet him here today, for he had something different in mind than their usual walks through the city. Eomer had been in Dol Amroth for almost a month now, and would soon have to return to Edoras. Aragorn had left a week ago, returning to Minas Tirith with his men. Eomer lingered, insisting that the Corsairs might come back. This was a ridiculous excuse, for the battle had left the Corsair forces depleted and crippled. Indeed it seemed doubtful that Gondor would ever be troubled by their attacks again. Eomer knew that he lingered for a reason other than military. He was a man, but he was not blinded to his heart. He knew he lingered for Lothiriel, but it was unfair to his men to stay away from their wives and families so their King could court the Prince's daughter. Therefore, every moment that was not spent in council with Imrahil was spent with Lothiriel. It was a rushed courtship to be sure, but most proper. Eomer respected the Prince and did not want to offend his friend, he smiled to himself wirily, nor did he want her three brothers coming after him.
"Eomer?" Lothiriel entered the stable looking around nervously. She was afraid of horses, he knew of this. Ever since her mother died she had not set foot in the stables.
Eomer came over to her, leading Firefoot. "Good afternoon Lothiriel." He greeted with a smile. "It is such a beautiful day, I thought we could go for a ride."
Lothiriel's eyes widened. "Eomer, I'm-"
"Afraid of horses, yes I know." He looked at her, studying her. "But you used to love to ride. Remember?" He said softly.
Lothiriel sighed, her eyes on Firefoot. "Yes I did. But that was before the accident." She pointed out. "I cannot bring myself to ride again."
"Lothiriel," He said, capturing her eyes with his own. "I will ride with you. I will not let you fall." He stepped closer to her, taking her hand in his own. "It is not fear that hold you back my Lady, it is guilt. I know that look all to well."
Lothiriel looked uncertainly from him to the horse. "And you will not let me fall?" She asked, meeting his eyes.
"Never." He assured her. He then smiled teasingly at her, "Besides, you said you would like to visit Edoras. That journey would take quite some time on foot."
Lothiriel looked back at Firefoot. Memories of the freedom she had felt riding the horse, the thrill, how her spirit used to soar as she flew along the cliffs beside the sea. She nodded, "All right. Just for a little while."
Eomer grinned, "You will not regret it!" He assured her, helping her up onto Firefoot and then swinging up behind her. His arms wrapped around her to hold the reigns, making her feel secure and safe.
They were soon riding out of the city along the cliffs. Lothiriel felt her heart soar as Firefoot gained speed. They rode away from the city until it was a mere dot in the distance. Neither one of them spoke, simply letting the emotions wash over them.
Lothiriel suddenly stiffened, "Eomer. Stop."
With a word Firefoot stopped and Eomer looked at Lothiriel questioningly. "What is it?" He asked. "Are you all right?"
Lothiriel nodded, "Would you mind getting down for awhile and letting me ride on my own?" She asked. "I won't go far, I just..." She trailed off. "I need to do this Eomer." She finished after a pause.
He nodded, "I understand." He dismounted, handing the reins to Lothiriel. "Be careful." He said.
She nodded, urging Firefoot forward. They moved slowly at first, as if she were remembering earlier days. Then finally she gave Firefoot more freedom. Then, as if something in her seemed to set loose, she raced Firefoot along the cliffs. When she turned and began heading back towards him the look on her face was so wonderfully full of joy and happiness Eomer almost laughed out loud. When she reached him she slide gracefully out of the saddle and ran over to him laughing.
Eomer, laughing as well, caught her in his arms and swung her around. "How was that my Lady?" He asked.
Lothiriel smiled up at him. "It was wonderful." She stood on her tiptoes to meet her mouth with his. "Thank you."
Eomer kissed her again, a deep and passionate kiss. The sea seemed to roar in his mind as the kiss deepened. Lothiriel was everything he had ever wanted. She was lovely, strong, intelligent, and she could put up with him, which was an accomplishment indeed. He loved her. He truly, deeply, loved this woman. It did not matter to him that many in his homeland wanted their Queen to be a woman of the Mark, he could not love another after loving Lothiriel.
"Lothiriel." He whispered her name under his breath as he kissed her. "I love you." He whispered in her ear, before moving to kiss the soft flesh of her neck.
Lothiriel turned her head to the side, letting his kisses run their course and meeting her lips once more. "And I love you." She whispered, meeting his lips once more. She then leaned her head against his chest, content to just stand there, basking in his warm love and strong presence.
He rested his head on top of hers, wrapping his arms around her, wanting to have her there always. He licked lips, thinking. Why couldn't he? He took a deep breath, searching for words. "Lothiriel, I know I only met you a little over two weeks ago, but I know I have never felt this way about anyone, and I will never feel this way about anyone else." He took another deep breath, suddenly having trouble breathing. "What I am trying to say is I...well... will you have me as your husband?"
Lothiriel stared at him a moment. "My husband?" She repeated slowly. "But I'd have to leave Dol Amroth." She said softly, her eyes turning to the sea.
Eomer closed his eyes, a knot formed in his throat, he could guess at her answer. "Yes, you would have to come to Edoras." He said softly.
Lothiriel saw the hurt in his face and it tore at her heart. She loved Dol Amroth and the sea, and she loved her family. She would never want to leave them, but would she be happy there once Eomer left. Eomer who seemed to know what she was thinking before she did, Eomer whose arms felt so secure around her, the man who she would love nothing more than to wake up in his arms every morning for the rest of their lives. How could she stay in Dol Amroth, knowing that he was gone? She knew her answer. She had to follow her heart.
"Yes." She said simply.
Eomer's eyes shot open, "What?"
"Do I have to repeat myself horsemaster?" She teased, kissing him lightly. "Yes, I will marry you. I will come to Edoras and spend the rest of my days riding with you across the fields of Rohan."
He stared at her wordlessly and then threw his arms around her, swinging her in the air. "Do you mean it Lothiriel? Truly?"
"I would never lie to you Eomer." She answered. "I could never live my days out here, knowing you were just beyond the White Mountains."
He kissed her again, "And I would die from a broken heart, if I had to live the rest of my days without you." They embraced once again and on the cliffs, watched the sunset over the sea. Lothiriel felt a joy in her heart she had never felt before as she sat beside Eomer, in his arms until darkness came.
"We should go back." Eomer said softly.
Lothiriel nodded, and they rode back together, taking their time as they climbed towards the city. Once there, Lothiriel helped Eomer brush Firefoot, smiling as his hand kept intentionally brushing hers, and laughing whenever she intentionally bumped into him.
Eomer then escorted her into the House and up to her chambers. Once there they stood outside the door, saying their goodnights, reluctantly.
Eomer kissed her softly. "I do not wish to leave you." He admitted.
Lothiriel smiled and put her arms around him. She thought a moment, her head resting against his chest. She then looked up at him, her eyes full of passion. "Then don't." She whispered softly.
Eomer looked down at her, surprised at the suggestion. "What?"
"Stay with me tonight." She said again with a seductive smile.
Eomer chewed his lip, he wanted to stay more than anything. "Lothiriel-"
She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "We will be wed soon enough, but I will have to prepare a wedding escort and will arrive in Edoras over a month later than you. I do not want to wait that long." She moved her hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes. "Let us be together this night."
Eomer kissed her hand and then her lips. "Only if you are sure."
"I am." She said, opening the door and pulling it shut behind her, locking it with a key that she laid on a table in the room.
(A/N- WARNING! Adult situation ahead! In case you haven't figured it out already! Please stop reading if you're going to freak out!)
Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her once again, moving her towards the bed. "I love you." He said again.
She returned his kiss, and wordlessly her hands with to the clasps of his tunic, her hands trembled as she worked at the clasps. She smiled an apologetic smile and Eomer caught her hand with his own, placing it over his heart, which was pounding quickly within his chest. He smiled knowingly, showing her that she was not the only one nervously excited. He kissed her hand and then slid his tunic off the rest of the way, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular form. He then unbounded her beautiful hair, allowing it to fall down past her shoulders in waves.
He kissed her neck from behind, she felt his hands working at the ties of her dress and she closed her eyes for a moment, a wonderful chill of excitement running down her spine as she felt his rough hands meeting the smooth flesh of her back as the dress and undergarments fell away, revealing her bare flesh. Her breath quickened as his hands wrapped around the bare flesh of her belly and she turned to face him stepping back from him, naked and trembling in the moonlight.
Eomer felt his breath leave him and he had to make a physical effort just to remember to breathe. He could not believe that this creature had agreed to be his forever. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, wrapping his arms around her once more, kissing her bare shoulder and lifting her into his arms, laying her on the bed. "I will love you forever." He breathed, kissing her once more, and they lost themselves in the passion of the night. Their first night together, of what they hoped would be the first of many more.
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A/N- All together now.... "awwww!" Anyway, this was written under the influence of serious chick flick overload. I live on an all-girls hall, therefore movie nights are generally chick flicks. I'm not allowed to pick out movies anymore, since my last choice was Gladiator, and the one before that was Silence of the Lambs! Hehe, fun movies like that! Anyway, too many girly movies can be bad for you! They make you write cute little love scenes and stuff..... some girly movies are good, Sweet Home Alabama surprised me by making go "awwww..." But then again, so did every girl in there! But take them in moderation... too many can be bad for you! Anyway!
Preview for the next chapter:
Eomer gets in BIG trouble!!! Hahaha, poor guy! Hey, a friend dared me to do it! Hehe!
Anyway! I say that a lot, don't I? Anyway again! Thanks to all you wonderful people who reviewed! I love you all! Hehe, I'm glad you guys liked the drunk scene! Also don't worry it doesn't end yet! Hehe, I'm still actually writing the end and am having trouble stopping. I can't decide where to stop! It's annoying, I say, I'll write until this point, but then I'm like.... hmmm... let's keep going! I'll probably end up with an entire series with these two. They're just so much fun! Sigh, but when I reach the end there will be a giant: THE END!!!!! And probably followed by an "Or is it?" because I always do that!
The little button to the left: Hey! Press me and review! You know you want to! Everyone does it! And you should ALWAYS give in to peer pressure! Always!