Chapter Fifteen
When Lothiriel opened her eyes she found them met with a pair of familiar warm ones staring into her own. She smiled as Eomer leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.
"What a lovely thing to wake up to." He said softly, running a finger down hers spin and wrapping his arms around her again.
She smiled happily, snuggling closer to him. "I suppose you should sneak back to your room before someone notices you are not there."
Eomer nodded, "Yes I should." However, he did not move.
She laughed, "Eomer."
He sighed, "I would much rather lie here with you, are you sure you cannot pause time, my Lady?" He joked, rolling over onto his back.
She smiled, resting her head against his chest. "I would much rather be able to turn back time. I would relive last night again, and again, and again."
Eomer laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "Your idea is much better." He then twirled a strand of her hair around his finger absent mindedly, "I will talk to your father today about our marriage. I-"
Suddenly a pounding on the door startled them both. "Lothiriel! Time to get up little sister!" It was Erchirion.
Their eyes widened in surprise. "What should I do?" Eomer hissed, "It is too far to jump!" He said, looking at the window.
"Lothiriel, are you all right?" To make matters worse, her other two brothers had arrived as well.
Lothiriel groaned softly, "Yes I am fine!"
The door handle raddled, "Why did you lock the door?"
"Um..." She thought for an answer, "I slept naked last night!" Well, it wasn't a complete lie. Eomer covered his mouth to keep from laughing and Lothiriel sent him a death glare and pointed at him to put his pants on. Eomer did so, not sure what good it would do him.
"What?"
"Well, it was hot!" She said lamely.
The door started to open and Eomer dove under the bed covers in a panic.
"You forget I have a key." Elphir said, followed closely by Erchirion and Amrothos who were looking around suspicious.
Lothiriel ducked under her blanket. "Can I have no privacy?" She glared at her brothers. "Really you three!" She tried to position herself to block the lump under the covers that was Eomer from their view.
However, Erchirion was not listening, he was lifting Eomer's disregarded tunic off the floor. "Lothiriel, who owns this?" His eyes narrowed as he noticed the extra presence in Lothiriel's bed. "And who is that with you?"
Eomer slowly pulled back the covers, his face very red indeed as he saw all three brothers glaring at him. They all looked as if they were going to kill him on the spot.
"YOU!!"
"Now, do not be angry, it is my fault." Lothiriel tried to calm her brothers, but they were not listening. They were moving menacingly towards Eomer.
Eomer jumped out of the bed, now very thankful he had his pants on and held up a hand, "I-" He did not have a chance to finish one word, Erchirion punched him square in the face.
"Erchirion!" Lothiriel shouted, but they ignored her. All three brothers lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. He rolled to avoid another blow to the head and jumped to his feet, over the bed and dashed out the door, feeling it would be better to deal with them later. Lothiriel would have laughed if not for the looks they were now giving her.
"Well, get out so I can put my clothes on." She snapped.
"Yes, that would be advisable." Imrahil had appeared in the doorway, his jaw clenched in anger. He was going to ask why he had just seen the King of Rohan running down the hall with a bright red face and bloody nose, but at the scene in his daughter's room, that was no longer necessary.
"Father-" Lothiriel started, but was cut off when he held up a hand.
"Explain in my study, after the noon meal to all of us, Lothiriel. I need to think." With that the Prince of Dol Amroth had his sons left the room. Leaving a rather embarrassed and worried Lothiriel, but smiling to herself as she gathered some clothes, she did not regret a moment of it.
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Eomer paced his room at Dol Amroth, until it seemed he was wearing a path in the stone floor. His face was sore from where Erchirion had punched him. He could feel the bruises forming and touched it with a groan. That would leave a mark. He had at least, cleaned up his bloody nose a bit. He now however, had no idea what he should do. Eomer knew that he should regret his night with Lothiriel, however, he could not bring himself to do so. He loved her, and their night only deepened his love. However, she was no simple woman, and he was no simple man. He was King of Rohan and she was the daughter of the Prince of Dol Amroth. He should not have giving in to temptation like that, but he was going to marry her. He loved her. However, her brothers and father now must think he took advantage of her, and they would never consent to their marriage.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair distraught and trying to think of his next move and the best way to handle this. Things were much simpler as a soldier. A knock came at the door, and without waiting for an answer, the Prince entered.
Imrahil's face did not have the usual kind look he gave the young King. It looked the face of a Father who needed to have a serious discussion with a man who wronged his daughter.
"Sir-" Eomer began to explain.
"Sit down Eomer." He ordered, sitting at the table. "We must talk."
Eomer did so, his eyes studying the Prince. He was surprised he was not thrown out of the city being chased by the Knights of Dol Amroth until he reached Rohan.
Imrahil looked at the young man thoughtfully. "What are your intentions toward my daughter Eomer?" He asked softly. "You have bedded her, now are you going to leave her?"
Eomer shook his head fiercely, "Never. Sir, I love your daughter. I could never do that to her." He felt a knot forming in his throat and he fought to control his voice. "I wish to marry her, by your leave."
Imrahil met the young man's eyes evenly for a moment. He then rose to look out the window, to gaze at the Sea below. "You wish to marry her." He repeated softly. He then turned back to Eomer, "I have had much love for you Eomer, son of Eomund. I thought you had more strength then to disgrace a woman before she is married. I let you into my home, embraced you as a friend and son, trusted you with my daughter, and you did this."
Eomer was suddenly angry, his face reddened. "It was no disgrace, sir!" He took a deep breath. "I love her. She has agreed to be my wife, there is no disgrace when the love two people share is pure. I would never harm you daughter, I would rather die."
Imrahil was surprised by the passion behind the King's words and nodded, slowly. "I see." He stood. "I will have to think on whether I will give you my blessing, Eomer. Lothiriel is dear to me, and I had hoped she would stay closer to home." He then gave the young King a small, knowing smile, "That is quite a shiner you have there, perhaps you should see a healer?"
Eomer put a hand to his blackened eye, "My pride is wounded more than myself, sir. And I must admit I am thankful that you did not send me from the city."
Imrahil turned his head to the side, regarding the King. "My daughter loves you Eomer. That much is plain. Come to my study after the noon meal. I must consider whether I would see my daughter wed a man with such little self- control." With those words he left the young King with a burning face and wounded pride. He could only wait for his judgment to come.
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A/N- Aw! Eomer's in trouble! Eomer's in trouble! Haha! I know, it was painfully stereotypical having the brothers walk in on them, but I totally couldn't help myself! Becca and I were joking about how funny that would be, so I did it! Haha! I hope it wasn't too predictable and cute. Although now our dear King is in a bit of a tight spot. Hehe :-)
Thanks to all you wonderful reviewers! Keep them coming! Also, the next chapter will be up soon. I'm just having trouble breaking them into chapters. There's no good stopping points! So you'll either get a few long chapters or a lot of little ones! Tell me which you prefer! Until next time, happy reading!
Review my stories and you'll have good luck for the next ten years..... hey it could happen!
When Lothiriel opened her eyes she found them met with a pair of familiar warm ones staring into her own. She smiled as Eomer leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.
"What a lovely thing to wake up to." He said softly, running a finger down hers spin and wrapping his arms around her again.
She smiled happily, snuggling closer to him. "I suppose you should sneak back to your room before someone notices you are not there."
Eomer nodded, "Yes I should." However, he did not move.
She laughed, "Eomer."
He sighed, "I would much rather lie here with you, are you sure you cannot pause time, my Lady?" He joked, rolling over onto his back.
She smiled, resting her head against his chest. "I would much rather be able to turn back time. I would relive last night again, and again, and again."
Eomer laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "Your idea is much better." He then twirled a strand of her hair around his finger absent mindedly, "I will talk to your father today about our marriage. I-"
Suddenly a pounding on the door startled them both. "Lothiriel! Time to get up little sister!" It was Erchirion.
Their eyes widened in surprise. "What should I do?" Eomer hissed, "It is too far to jump!" He said, looking at the window.
"Lothiriel, are you all right?" To make matters worse, her other two brothers had arrived as well.
Lothiriel groaned softly, "Yes I am fine!"
The door handle raddled, "Why did you lock the door?"
"Um..." She thought for an answer, "I slept naked last night!" Well, it wasn't a complete lie. Eomer covered his mouth to keep from laughing and Lothiriel sent him a death glare and pointed at him to put his pants on. Eomer did so, not sure what good it would do him.
"What?"
"Well, it was hot!" She said lamely.
The door started to open and Eomer dove under the bed covers in a panic.
"You forget I have a key." Elphir said, followed closely by Erchirion and Amrothos who were looking around suspicious.
Lothiriel ducked under her blanket. "Can I have no privacy?" She glared at her brothers. "Really you three!" She tried to position herself to block the lump under the covers that was Eomer from their view.
However, Erchirion was not listening, he was lifting Eomer's disregarded tunic off the floor. "Lothiriel, who owns this?" His eyes narrowed as he noticed the extra presence in Lothiriel's bed. "And who is that with you?"
Eomer slowly pulled back the covers, his face very red indeed as he saw all three brothers glaring at him. They all looked as if they were going to kill him on the spot.
"YOU!!"
"Now, do not be angry, it is my fault." Lothiriel tried to calm her brothers, but they were not listening. They were moving menacingly towards Eomer.
Eomer jumped out of the bed, now very thankful he had his pants on and held up a hand, "I-" He did not have a chance to finish one word, Erchirion punched him square in the face.
"Erchirion!" Lothiriel shouted, but they ignored her. All three brothers lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. He rolled to avoid another blow to the head and jumped to his feet, over the bed and dashed out the door, feeling it would be better to deal with them later. Lothiriel would have laughed if not for the looks they were now giving her.
"Well, get out so I can put my clothes on." She snapped.
"Yes, that would be advisable." Imrahil had appeared in the doorway, his jaw clenched in anger. He was going to ask why he had just seen the King of Rohan running down the hall with a bright red face and bloody nose, but at the scene in his daughter's room, that was no longer necessary.
"Father-" Lothiriel started, but was cut off when he held up a hand.
"Explain in my study, after the noon meal to all of us, Lothiriel. I need to think." With that the Prince of Dol Amroth had his sons left the room. Leaving a rather embarrassed and worried Lothiriel, but smiling to herself as she gathered some clothes, she did not regret a moment of it.
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Eomer paced his room at Dol Amroth, until it seemed he was wearing a path in the stone floor. His face was sore from where Erchirion had punched him. He could feel the bruises forming and touched it with a groan. That would leave a mark. He had at least, cleaned up his bloody nose a bit. He now however, had no idea what he should do. Eomer knew that he should regret his night with Lothiriel, however, he could not bring himself to do so. He loved her, and their night only deepened his love. However, she was no simple woman, and he was no simple man. He was King of Rohan and she was the daughter of the Prince of Dol Amroth. He should not have giving in to temptation like that, but he was going to marry her. He loved her. However, her brothers and father now must think he took advantage of her, and they would never consent to their marriage.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair distraught and trying to think of his next move and the best way to handle this. Things were much simpler as a soldier. A knock came at the door, and without waiting for an answer, the Prince entered.
Imrahil's face did not have the usual kind look he gave the young King. It looked the face of a Father who needed to have a serious discussion with a man who wronged his daughter.
"Sir-" Eomer began to explain.
"Sit down Eomer." He ordered, sitting at the table. "We must talk."
Eomer did so, his eyes studying the Prince. He was surprised he was not thrown out of the city being chased by the Knights of Dol Amroth until he reached Rohan.
Imrahil looked at the young man thoughtfully. "What are your intentions toward my daughter Eomer?" He asked softly. "You have bedded her, now are you going to leave her?"
Eomer shook his head fiercely, "Never. Sir, I love your daughter. I could never do that to her." He felt a knot forming in his throat and he fought to control his voice. "I wish to marry her, by your leave."
Imrahil met the young man's eyes evenly for a moment. He then rose to look out the window, to gaze at the Sea below. "You wish to marry her." He repeated softly. He then turned back to Eomer, "I have had much love for you Eomer, son of Eomund. I thought you had more strength then to disgrace a woman before she is married. I let you into my home, embraced you as a friend and son, trusted you with my daughter, and you did this."
Eomer was suddenly angry, his face reddened. "It was no disgrace, sir!" He took a deep breath. "I love her. She has agreed to be my wife, there is no disgrace when the love two people share is pure. I would never harm you daughter, I would rather die."
Imrahil was surprised by the passion behind the King's words and nodded, slowly. "I see." He stood. "I will have to think on whether I will give you my blessing, Eomer. Lothiriel is dear to me, and I had hoped she would stay closer to home." He then gave the young King a small, knowing smile, "That is quite a shiner you have there, perhaps you should see a healer?"
Eomer put a hand to his blackened eye, "My pride is wounded more than myself, sir. And I must admit I am thankful that you did not send me from the city."
Imrahil turned his head to the side, regarding the King. "My daughter loves you Eomer. That much is plain. Come to my study after the noon meal. I must consider whether I would see my daughter wed a man with such little self- control." With those words he left the young King with a burning face and wounded pride. He could only wait for his judgment to come.
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A/N- Aw! Eomer's in trouble! Eomer's in trouble! Haha! I know, it was painfully stereotypical having the brothers walk in on them, but I totally couldn't help myself! Becca and I were joking about how funny that would be, so I did it! Haha! I hope it wasn't too predictable and cute. Although now our dear King is in a bit of a tight spot. Hehe :-)
Thanks to all you wonderful reviewers! Keep them coming! Also, the next chapter will be up soon. I'm just having trouble breaking them into chapters. There's no good stopping points! So you'll either get a few long chapters or a lot of little ones! Tell me which you prefer! Until next time, happy reading!
Review my stories and you'll have good luck for the next ten years..... hey it could happen!