A/N- This chapter is longer than the others I think... so if you have to go
to the rest room go now! You have been warned :-P
Chapter Sixteen
Lothiriel hesitated at her the door to her father's study. She had intended on going to him and telling him that she intended on marry Eomer no matter what he said, however, she lacked the words and the courage to do so. She sighed, wishing she had not gotten so caught up in the moment last night, but with a small smile she had to admit she regretted getting caught more than anything else. She had caused quite the scandal. Already rumors were flying around the servants about Eomer's dash from her room that morning. It seemed people had nothing better to do than to gossip now that food was coming back into the city and the people felt safe once more.
"I cannot believe you are even considering this!" An angry voice from within the study shouted. It was Erchirion. Lothiriel pressed her ear against the door, hoping to hear more. She leaned against the door, opening it just a crack, slowly, so they would not notice she was there. She had often done this as a child, listening to her father's councils, and her brothers' lessons. She was now thankful for this skill for she badly wanted to hear what was being said.
From where she was standing she could see her father hold up a hand to calm his sons. The three of her brothers were all standing with their backs to the door. She could tell by the way they were standing they were agitated and annoyed.
"Erchirion, I did not say I was agreeing. I said I was going to consider his proposal." Imrahil sighed. "Although I am at a loss as to what I should do."
"Eomer should be banished from Dol Amroth! After what he did to Lothiriel, he should be sitting in the dungeon." Erchirion exclaimed, clinching his fists as if he would very much like to throw Eomer out personally.
Amrothos, the voice of reason, looked over at his brother, "I think that may be a bit extreme, however, I do not think you should let Lothiriel wed Eomer."
Imrahil regarded his youngest son, "And why is that?"
He paused, as if trying to put his finger on a logical reason. "Well, they moved much to fast Father!" He said. "They have only known one another for a month, and they claim to be in love?"
"That's right." Elphir piped up. "They could simply be caught up in the moment."
Imrahil sighed, sitting down and rubbing his eyes, as if he had a headache. "I know. Lothiriel cannot marry Eomer, especially after what happened last night. I do not look forward to telling her though."
"It is for her own good." Amrothos said softly.
Erchirion nodded, curtly, "Yes. It is best she stay as far away from that man as possible."
Lothiriel, standing at the door, was outraged. Anger clouded her judgment and she was no longer at a loss for words. Instead she stormed into the room, furious. "How dare you!" She said angrily, her eyes burning with rage.
They all jumped and turned to the door to see her, surprised, having no idea that she had been listening. "Lothiriel!"
"Do I not have a say in any of this?" Lothiriel asked. "Is my heart only allowed to follow those you wish it to?" She asked.
"Lothiriel, are you sure you are in love with this man?" Imrahil asked. "It all happened so quickly!"
Lothiriel paused, not wanting to be cruel, but had to tell the truth. "How can I be? How did you know you loved mother? Or you Elphir, you married your wife after only two months of courting. Were you sure?"
"Yes." Elphir defended himself, furious that she brought up his dead wife. "I knew I loved her, I could feel it."
Tears laced her eyes, "Then why do you not believe what I feel?" She asked.
They all stared at her, dumbfounded. At that moment they did not see the Lothiriel they had always known, in the place of a little girl, they saw a woman. A woman who knew what she wanted, who loved a man with all her heart, and was afraid of losing him.
Lothiriel took a deep, shuddering breath, calming herself, "I love him." She said simply. "And I will always love him. Please remember, that last night was my choice as well, and if you condemn him for it, then you must punish me as well. More harshly in fact, for he would not have stayed in my chamber last night had I not requested it of him." She said calmly, ignoring the four jaws dropping at her words. She looked at her father, pleadingly, "And I beg you to reconsider Father. For I feel without Eomer, my heart will shatter." She then turned and swept out of the room gracefully. She had said her piece, now it was up to him now.
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Imrahil paced his study wishing for a time when his biggest problem with Lothiriel was a scrapped knee or ripped dress. It seemed like only yesterday she would run into his study, braids flying, demanded attention. It was hard to see that she was grown up. Now she wanted to leave his home for the love of a man she had met a month ago. It was not just the speed of their courtship that bothered Imrahil, it was the fact that Rohan was so far away. He had always his daughter living in Dol Amroth until he passed beyond. He could not imagine the effect her leaving would have on his household. Elphir relied on her to take care of his son, Erchirion needed her support, and he needed her to be the lady of the house. She could not leave! She had a duty.
Imrahil stopped his train of thought suddenly. He never realized how unfair he was being to Lothiriel. She had a right to her own life. Lothiriel had never asked to take care of the family, she just did it, uncomplaining, as was expected. They had all grown so used to having her there they never assumed she may want more. Now that she did want to start leading her own life it shocked them all, especially his sons, who had developed quite a dislike to Eomer, even though before Eomer met Lothiriel Erchirion had been quite fond of the King of the Mark.
But things were moving so fast between them! He did not want to send his only daughter to Rohan for her to discover she did not truly love Eomer, and stranded in a land she hated. His thoughts turned to his sister's marriage to Denethor, she had died in that foreign city. He did not want that to happen to Lothiriel.
However, he had to admit that the King of Rohan would be a fine match for his daughter. Eomer was a good man, and under better circumstances he would love to have him as a member of his family. However, now that the chance came, Imrahil hesitated, unsure of what he should do.
The door opened and his daughter came in, followed by her brothers. It was time for his decision. However, Prince Imrahil was nowhere near one. He sighed, wondering what his wife would have done if she were here, and indicated for them to all sit down at the table.
Eomer entered, looking a bit intimidated. It would have been an amusing expression to see on the face of the strong King of Rohan if the situation were not so serious. Lothiriel looked up when he entered and their eyes met, as if speaking without saying a word.
Imrahil watched the exchange with interest, and suppressed a smile when a stern looking Erchirion rose and glared pointedly at a seat as far from Lothiriel as possible for the young King to sit in. Eomer sat, but his eyes stayed on Lothiriel the whole time.
Imrahil cleared his throat and stood. The room was a quiet as a tomb. Eomer exchanged a quick look with Lothiriel and then the couple nervously waited for Imrahil to speak. He paused, unsure of what he wanted to say. Finally, he spoke softly.
"If you two are truly in love then nothing can keep you apart." He sighed, wearily.
"WHAT??" Erchirion growled angrily. "Father?"
Lothiriel breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face. "Thank you Father." She said.
He held up a hand, "Do not thank me yet daughter. There are some conditions that I respectfully request you two follow."
Lothiriel stopped in her joy and looked at her father suspiciously.
Eomer cleared his throat and gave Lothiriel a look that meant do not blow this! He met the eyes of the Prince calmly. "I will follow whatever terms you request, my Lord." He said.
Imrahil nodded, he understood that the young King was trying to prove his worth to his lover's father. It was not enough to have permission to marry his daughter, he wanted a blessing as well. "You two moved your new found love terribly fast. I request that you wait a year until you are wed."
"A year? But Father, Eomer has to return to Edoras." Lothiriel said.
"Yes, well, if you truly love him, your love will not die." Imrahil pointed out. "This serves another purpose as well, you will need to time to prepare to leave Dol Amroth, Lothiriel." He smiled at his daughter. "I know you do not wish it, but it is better to wait." He said placing a calming hand on her shoulder.
Lothiriel sighed and exchanged a look with Eomer, "Very well father. I will do as you bid." She gave him a small smile, "Thank you."
Her brothers however were less than happy. Erchirion shot up from his seat as if he sat on a pin. "Father, how can you allow this? After what he did to her!"
Imrahil sighed, "I have my reasons Erchirion." He answered. "I can forgive them for giving into temptation. It would be hypocritical of me otherwise."
"How so?" Erchirion demanded, firing death glares at the King of Rohan.
Imrahil flushed a bit and gave his sons a small smile. "Because I am ashamed to admit I found myself in the same situation with your mother."
Lothiriel's mouth fell open in surprise and her eyes widened in surprised amusement. Erchirion's hands fell uselessly to his side as he let out a small "Oh." and sat down. Her other brothers had equal looks of surprise on their faces and exchanged looks.
Imrahil just smiled at the reaction of his children. "Now you see why I cannot keep them apart, or judge them for their actions." He told his sons. "Now my sons, leave so I may discuss matters with your sister and her future husband."
The three brothers slowly got up and left the room, silently, still in shock over their father's revelation. Amrothos indeed was still uncomprehending as he looked at his older brothers asking, "Father and Mother did what?"
Imrahil turned to Eomer and Lothiriel, who looked relieved. "As long as you remain in Dol Amroth, Eomer, I expect you to court my daughter with the proper company of a chaperone present. Is that understood?"
Eomer nodded, "Yes sir." He answered politely.
"Lothiriel?"
"Of course, Father." She answered, giving him a smile.
Imrahil smiled, and kissed his daughter's forehead, "The year will go quickly daughter. Do not let your heart be troubled." He turned to Eomer, "I except messengers from Rohan will find an easy path here."
Eomer nodded, "As many as I can send will come." He said, more to Lothiriel than to her father.
Imrahil nodded, with a smile he took his daughter's hand and placed it in Eomer's. "Well, I have given permission for a wedding in a year. Should your heart still bid it, I shall give you the most precious of gifts a Father can give, Eomer, Eomund's son." He looked at his daughter, "And should the Lady bid it. For her heart is her own to give to whomever she wills."
Lothiriel smiled, and her eyes met Eomer's. They stood together for a moment, dreaming of the day a year later when they would wed. Imrahil watched his daughter and Eomer and smiled to himself, he had made the right choice. He saw that now, beyond doubt, and was glad for his daughter.
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One Week Later
Lothiriel stood sadly beside Eomer, watching him pack his horse for the journey back to Rohan. When he finished he turned to her, glancing at her brothers, who were watching with great suspicion as he embraced her.
"I do not wish you to leave." She said softly.
Eomer nodded, leaning his head against her own. "The year will pass quickly. You will see." He said, tightening his embrace around her. "Soon you and I will be riding through Rohan together."
Lothiriel smiled, "It will fill my dreams with joy." She replied.
A throat cleared behind them and the couple got the message and stepped apart. Lothiriel turned angrily to her brothers, "Don't you have something else to do?" She then rolled her eyes and turned back to her future husband. "They are my constant shadow, are they not?" She said with annoyance.
Eomer laughed, "They only want to protect you." He then lowered his voice, "You know what a beast I am." He teased.
She grinned, "yes, I know." She laughed, throwing her arms around him once more. "This will be the longest year of my life."
Eomer nodded, "Mine as well, but we must wait." He stepped, back, taking in every detail of her to carry with him throughout the year.
Lothiriel took his hand, looking into his eyes. "Watch the sunset and think of me, and I shall do the same." She then smiled, "A silly romantic notion, I know, but humor me!" She teased.
Eomer smiled, "As you wish, my Lady."
"Your Highness? We are ready to depart." A Rider came over, looking uncomfortable at interrupting the King.
Eomer nodded, "Very well." He then turned back to Lothiriel. "This goodbye is bitter, and I do not know how to say it."
Lothiriel nodded, tears lacing her eyes, "Then just go. For goodbye is much too final. I shall see you in a year, and I shall think of you every moment until then."
Eomer gently put a hand to her cheek, "I as shall think of you as well, my Lady." Then, not caring that her brothers watched, he kissed her passionately. When they broke apart he gave her a small smile and swung up onto Firefoot. His eyes remained locked with Lothiriel's for a moment, saying all that they needed to. Then, finally, he rode to the head of his Riders, and left the city of Dol Amroth, not daring to look back, for fear of being unable to leave.
Lothiriel stood and watched until the clamber of hoofs long stopped echoing in the streets of the city, and until the dust had long since settled on the road outside. Her eyes forever toward the White Mountains, where across lay Rohan, her future home.
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A/N- So sorry about the bit with Imrahil and his wife, but I needed something to shut the brothers up! Hehe, and well, I would imagine that what he said would work pretty fast! After all, who wants to hear their father say something like that?? Hehe! And no, this is not the end. I was going to make this the end, but I kept going. Was that longer than the other chapters? It seemed like it to me! I don't know, I'm having a hard time dividing this into chapters. See, I write it all at once, and then I divide it up, so if the chapter divides make no sense you have my apologies! This one's not as much a cliffhanger so I won't feel as bad if I don't update for a while. I'm still writing it and I'm afraid I don't know when I'll finish! I need to finish soon because I have several ideas swimming around for my next project but I'm afraid to start another one before I finish this one! Anyway! Also don't worry, the year will go by fast because I'm running low on ideas on how to pass the time! Hehe, poor kids! They had to slow things down... hehehehe.
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Ankie: WHERE DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT SILVAN ELVES????? Sorry for the out burst! Hehe! Thanks for the review! When I was researching for this story and deciding about the hair color thing I looked EVERYWHERE for stuff about Silvan elves! And all I found out was that they were woodelves, like the ones in Mirkwood. So I assumed they were blonde! And since Imrahil and gang were descended from what's her name, that elf that went with Nimrodel.... what's her name! Gosh, I forgot! Anyway, Nimrodel was Silvan, and I assumed blonde. You found differently??? REALLY??? Hehe! I'm excited someone found something! Let me know, because I want to see!!!!!! It's probably right under my nose, I'm just blind and didn't find it..... I sometimes forget details. It happens. I think there's radiation in the dining hall food that actually makes me stupider! Anyway, let me know!
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Isa: Hehe, yeah I almost had Eomer jump out the window actually, but then I figured getting punched would be much more fun! For me anyway, hehe! Although falling out of the window and hurting himself that way would be fun too. Hehe! Fall into the dung heap or something! Hehe, oh well! Thanks for the lovely kind review!
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Chapter Sixteen
Lothiriel hesitated at her the door to her father's study. She had intended on going to him and telling him that she intended on marry Eomer no matter what he said, however, she lacked the words and the courage to do so. She sighed, wishing she had not gotten so caught up in the moment last night, but with a small smile she had to admit she regretted getting caught more than anything else. She had caused quite the scandal. Already rumors were flying around the servants about Eomer's dash from her room that morning. It seemed people had nothing better to do than to gossip now that food was coming back into the city and the people felt safe once more.
"I cannot believe you are even considering this!" An angry voice from within the study shouted. It was Erchirion. Lothiriel pressed her ear against the door, hoping to hear more. She leaned against the door, opening it just a crack, slowly, so they would not notice she was there. She had often done this as a child, listening to her father's councils, and her brothers' lessons. She was now thankful for this skill for she badly wanted to hear what was being said.
From where she was standing she could see her father hold up a hand to calm his sons. The three of her brothers were all standing with their backs to the door. She could tell by the way they were standing they were agitated and annoyed.
"Erchirion, I did not say I was agreeing. I said I was going to consider his proposal." Imrahil sighed. "Although I am at a loss as to what I should do."
"Eomer should be banished from Dol Amroth! After what he did to Lothiriel, he should be sitting in the dungeon." Erchirion exclaimed, clinching his fists as if he would very much like to throw Eomer out personally.
Amrothos, the voice of reason, looked over at his brother, "I think that may be a bit extreme, however, I do not think you should let Lothiriel wed Eomer."
Imrahil regarded his youngest son, "And why is that?"
He paused, as if trying to put his finger on a logical reason. "Well, they moved much to fast Father!" He said. "They have only known one another for a month, and they claim to be in love?"
"That's right." Elphir piped up. "They could simply be caught up in the moment."
Imrahil sighed, sitting down and rubbing his eyes, as if he had a headache. "I know. Lothiriel cannot marry Eomer, especially after what happened last night. I do not look forward to telling her though."
"It is for her own good." Amrothos said softly.
Erchirion nodded, curtly, "Yes. It is best she stay as far away from that man as possible."
Lothiriel, standing at the door, was outraged. Anger clouded her judgment and she was no longer at a loss for words. Instead she stormed into the room, furious. "How dare you!" She said angrily, her eyes burning with rage.
They all jumped and turned to the door to see her, surprised, having no idea that she had been listening. "Lothiriel!"
"Do I not have a say in any of this?" Lothiriel asked. "Is my heart only allowed to follow those you wish it to?" She asked.
"Lothiriel, are you sure you are in love with this man?" Imrahil asked. "It all happened so quickly!"
Lothiriel paused, not wanting to be cruel, but had to tell the truth. "How can I be? How did you know you loved mother? Or you Elphir, you married your wife after only two months of courting. Were you sure?"
"Yes." Elphir defended himself, furious that she brought up his dead wife. "I knew I loved her, I could feel it."
Tears laced her eyes, "Then why do you not believe what I feel?" She asked.
They all stared at her, dumbfounded. At that moment they did not see the Lothiriel they had always known, in the place of a little girl, they saw a woman. A woman who knew what she wanted, who loved a man with all her heart, and was afraid of losing him.
Lothiriel took a deep, shuddering breath, calming herself, "I love him." She said simply. "And I will always love him. Please remember, that last night was my choice as well, and if you condemn him for it, then you must punish me as well. More harshly in fact, for he would not have stayed in my chamber last night had I not requested it of him." She said calmly, ignoring the four jaws dropping at her words. She looked at her father, pleadingly, "And I beg you to reconsider Father. For I feel without Eomer, my heart will shatter." She then turned and swept out of the room gracefully. She had said her piece, now it was up to him now.
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Imrahil paced his study wishing for a time when his biggest problem with Lothiriel was a scrapped knee or ripped dress. It seemed like only yesterday she would run into his study, braids flying, demanded attention. It was hard to see that she was grown up. Now she wanted to leave his home for the love of a man she had met a month ago. It was not just the speed of their courtship that bothered Imrahil, it was the fact that Rohan was so far away. He had always his daughter living in Dol Amroth until he passed beyond. He could not imagine the effect her leaving would have on his household. Elphir relied on her to take care of his son, Erchirion needed her support, and he needed her to be the lady of the house. She could not leave! She had a duty.
Imrahil stopped his train of thought suddenly. He never realized how unfair he was being to Lothiriel. She had a right to her own life. Lothiriel had never asked to take care of the family, she just did it, uncomplaining, as was expected. They had all grown so used to having her there they never assumed she may want more. Now that she did want to start leading her own life it shocked them all, especially his sons, who had developed quite a dislike to Eomer, even though before Eomer met Lothiriel Erchirion had been quite fond of the King of the Mark.
But things were moving so fast between them! He did not want to send his only daughter to Rohan for her to discover she did not truly love Eomer, and stranded in a land she hated. His thoughts turned to his sister's marriage to Denethor, she had died in that foreign city. He did not want that to happen to Lothiriel.
However, he had to admit that the King of Rohan would be a fine match for his daughter. Eomer was a good man, and under better circumstances he would love to have him as a member of his family. However, now that the chance came, Imrahil hesitated, unsure of what he should do.
The door opened and his daughter came in, followed by her brothers. It was time for his decision. However, Prince Imrahil was nowhere near one. He sighed, wondering what his wife would have done if she were here, and indicated for them to all sit down at the table.
Eomer entered, looking a bit intimidated. It would have been an amusing expression to see on the face of the strong King of Rohan if the situation were not so serious. Lothiriel looked up when he entered and their eyes met, as if speaking without saying a word.
Imrahil watched the exchange with interest, and suppressed a smile when a stern looking Erchirion rose and glared pointedly at a seat as far from Lothiriel as possible for the young King to sit in. Eomer sat, but his eyes stayed on Lothiriel the whole time.
Imrahil cleared his throat and stood. The room was a quiet as a tomb. Eomer exchanged a quick look with Lothiriel and then the couple nervously waited for Imrahil to speak. He paused, unsure of what he wanted to say. Finally, he spoke softly.
"If you two are truly in love then nothing can keep you apart." He sighed, wearily.
"WHAT??" Erchirion growled angrily. "Father?"
Lothiriel breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face. "Thank you Father." She said.
He held up a hand, "Do not thank me yet daughter. There are some conditions that I respectfully request you two follow."
Lothiriel stopped in her joy and looked at her father suspiciously.
Eomer cleared his throat and gave Lothiriel a look that meant do not blow this! He met the eyes of the Prince calmly. "I will follow whatever terms you request, my Lord." He said.
Imrahil nodded, he understood that the young King was trying to prove his worth to his lover's father. It was not enough to have permission to marry his daughter, he wanted a blessing as well. "You two moved your new found love terribly fast. I request that you wait a year until you are wed."
"A year? But Father, Eomer has to return to Edoras." Lothiriel said.
"Yes, well, if you truly love him, your love will not die." Imrahil pointed out. "This serves another purpose as well, you will need to time to prepare to leave Dol Amroth, Lothiriel." He smiled at his daughter. "I know you do not wish it, but it is better to wait." He said placing a calming hand on her shoulder.
Lothiriel sighed and exchanged a look with Eomer, "Very well father. I will do as you bid." She gave him a small smile, "Thank you."
Her brothers however were less than happy. Erchirion shot up from his seat as if he sat on a pin. "Father, how can you allow this? After what he did to her!"
Imrahil sighed, "I have my reasons Erchirion." He answered. "I can forgive them for giving into temptation. It would be hypocritical of me otherwise."
"How so?" Erchirion demanded, firing death glares at the King of Rohan.
Imrahil flushed a bit and gave his sons a small smile. "Because I am ashamed to admit I found myself in the same situation with your mother."
Lothiriel's mouth fell open in surprise and her eyes widened in surprised amusement. Erchirion's hands fell uselessly to his side as he let out a small "Oh." and sat down. Her other brothers had equal looks of surprise on their faces and exchanged looks.
Imrahil just smiled at the reaction of his children. "Now you see why I cannot keep them apart, or judge them for their actions." He told his sons. "Now my sons, leave so I may discuss matters with your sister and her future husband."
The three brothers slowly got up and left the room, silently, still in shock over their father's revelation. Amrothos indeed was still uncomprehending as he looked at his older brothers asking, "Father and Mother did what?"
Imrahil turned to Eomer and Lothiriel, who looked relieved. "As long as you remain in Dol Amroth, Eomer, I expect you to court my daughter with the proper company of a chaperone present. Is that understood?"
Eomer nodded, "Yes sir." He answered politely.
"Lothiriel?"
"Of course, Father." She answered, giving him a smile.
Imrahil smiled, and kissed his daughter's forehead, "The year will go quickly daughter. Do not let your heart be troubled." He turned to Eomer, "I except messengers from Rohan will find an easy path here."
Eomer nodded, "As many as I can send will come." He said, more to Lothiriel than to her father.
Imrahil nodded, with a smile he took his daughter's hand and placed it in Eomer's. "Well, I have given permission for a wedding in a year. Should your heart still bid it, I shall give you the most precious of gifts a Father can give, Eomer, Eomund's son." He looked at his daughter, "And should the Lady bid it. For her heart is her own to give to whomever she wills."
Lothiriel smiled, and her eyes met Eomer's. They stood together for a moment, dreaming of the day a year later when they would wed. Imrahil watched his daughter and Eomer and smiled to himself, he had made the right choice. He saw that now, beyond doubt, and was glad for his daughter.
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One Week Later
Lothiriel stood sadly beside Eomer, watching him pack his horse for the journey back to Rohan. When he finished he turned to her, glancing at her brothers, who were watching with great suspicion as he embraced her.
"I do not wish you to leave." She said softly.
Eomer nodded, leaning his head against her own. "The year will pass quickly. You will see." He said, tightening his embrace around her. "Soon you and I will be riding through Rohan together."
Lothiriel smiled, "It will fill my dreams with joy." She replied.
A throat cleared behind them and the couple got the message and stepped apart. Lothiriel turned angrily to her brothers, "Don't you have something else to do?" She then rolled her eyes and turned back to her future husband. "They are my constant shadow, are they not?" She said with annoyance.
Eomer laughed, "They only want to protect you." He then lowered his voice, "You know what a beast I am." He teased.
She grinned, "yes, I know." She laughed, throwing her arms around him once more. "This will be the longest year of my life."
Eomer nodded, "Mine as well, but we must wait." He stepped, back, taking in every detail of her to carry with him throughout the year.
Lothiriel took his hand, looking into his eyes. "Watch the sunset and think of me, and I shall do the same." She then smiled, "A silly romantic notion, I know, but humor me!" She teased.
Eomer smiled, "As you wish, my Lady."
"Your Highness? We are ready to depart." A Rider came over, looking uncomfortable at interrupting the King.
Eomer nodded, "Very well." He then turned back to Lothiriel. "This goodbye is bitter, and I do not know how to say it."
Lothiriel nodded, tears lacing her eyes, "Then just go. For goodbye is much too final. I shall see you in a year, and I shall think of you every moment until then."
Eomer gently put a hand to her cheek, "I as shall think of you as well, my Lady." Then, not caring that her brothers watched, he kissed her passionately. When they broke apart he gave her a small smile and swung up onto Firefoot. His eyes remained locked with Lothiriel's for a moment, saying all that they needed to. Then, finally, he rode to the head of his Riders, and left the city of Dol Amroth, not daring to look back, for fear of being unable to leave.
Lothiriel stood and watched until the clamber of hoofs long stopped echoing in the streets of the city, and until the dust had long since settled on the road outside. Her eyes forever toward the White Mountains, where across lay Rohan, her future home.
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A/N- So sorry about the bit with Imrahil and his wife, but I needed something to shut the brothers up! Hehe, and well, I would imagine that what he said would work pretty fast! After all, who wants to hear their father say something like that?? Hehe! And no, this is not the end. I was going to make this the end, but I kept going. Was that longer than the other chapters? It seemed like it to me! I don't know, I'm having a hard time dividing this into chapters. See, I write it all at once, and then I divide it up, so if the chapter divides make no sense you have my apologies! This one's not as much a cliffhanger so I won't feel as bad if I don't update for a while. I'm still writing it and I'm afraid I don't know when I'll finish! I need to finish soon because I have several ideas swimming around for my next project but I'm afraid to start another one before I finish this one! Anyway! Also don't worry, the year will go by fast because I'm running low on ideas on how to pass the time! Hehe, poor kids! They had to slow things down... hehehehe.
All your reviews are so nice :-) Hehe! I really enjoy reading them! Keep them coming! We likes reviews! Yes precious! Hehe! Okay, sorry Gollum attacked the keyboard. Next time I'll fight him off with a stick.
Ankie: WHERE DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT SILVAN ELVES????? Sorry for the out burst! Hehe! Thanks for the review! When I was researching for this story and deciding about the hair color thing I looked EVERYWHERE for stuff about Silvan elves! And all I found out was that they were woodelves, like the ones in Mirkwood. So I assumed they were blonde! And since Imrahil and gang were descended from what's her name, that elf that went with Nimrodel.... what's her name! Gosh, I forgot! Anyway, Nimrodel was Silvan, and I assumed blonde. You found differently??? REALLY??? Hehe! I'm excited someone found something! Let me know, because I want to see!!!!!! It's probably right under my nose, I'm just blind and didn't find it..... I sometimes forget details. It happens. I think there's radiation in the dining hall food that actually makes me stupider! Anyway, let me know!
MarieMJS: I know I already talked to you, but your review was so nice! Thank you again for reading :-) Hope you got your work done and everything went well! Have a great day :-)
Everlong: LOL! "Will Lothiriel's brothers skewer Eomer and rejoice in it?" Hehe, now there's an idea! Poor Eomer just didn't move fast enough did he? Thanks for the review!
Isa: Hehe, yeah I almost had Eomer jump out the window actually, but then I figured getting punched would be much more fun! For me anyway, hehe! Although falling out of the window and hurting himself that way would be fun too. Hehe! Fall into the dung heap or something! Hehe, oh well! Thanks for the lovely kind review!
And now, time for some shameless begging for reviews!
PLLLEEEAASSEE WILL YOU REVIEW?????? PLEASE???? PRETTY PLEASE??? WITH A CHERRY ON TOP???? Wait, I hate cherries (unless they're fresh off the cherry tree, those are good) so um...... SUGAR ON TOP??? Wait, sugar makes me hyper. Um......... banana on top? Um..... I'm trying to be creative here, but my other story I updated got the good begging with a poem! Go read that one to see some good begging! Haha! Anyway, reviews will make me smile and do a review dance! Which amuses my roommate, and if she's happy then everyone's happy. So do yourself a favor and review! Please? Come on, what will it hurt? Well, it could somehow make your eyes shrivel up in your head and fall out, but that only happens to people who um..... eat radio- active ice cream from the dining -hall! Yes, they have neon colored ice cream that glows. It's scary. Anyway! REVIEW!!!!!!