The Song of Love

Part 6

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Why hasn't anyone reviwed?

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Éomer sat by the campfire with a lit pipe. He often went amongst his men, so no curious looks were earned from the soldiers. Lothíriel was currently in the royal tent, preferring not to mingle as her husband did. She wanted her rest as well, for they would ride with the sun to the White City upon it's rising. He sighed wearily, 'Might as well get some sleep before I have too much weed,' he thought. The King then joined his wife as she dismissed her attendants, thinking that it would be a long day. He didn't know just how right he was.

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Huor was not a man easily taken by surprise. In fact, he could count on one hand just how many times it had happened. This, however, was certainly something he would be adding to his list. There was a company of riders approaching the city from the north. They were too far away for him to see their banner, but he deemed them foes. What else could they be? "Hithlum!" he ordered. "There are riders approaching from the north. I cannot see their device, but I deem them foe. Alert the King! Quickly!" At that Hithlum ran off to inform his King of the 'foes'.

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Aragorn and Faramir both felt like they could sleep for a week. With their wives going genuinely crazy over the wedding and their work becoming over whelming because of it, the last thing they needed to worry about was a threat from the north. However, when Hithlum burst in unannounced, that was just what they got. "My Lords!" the guard cried, "Riders from the north! Their device cannot be seen! We deem them foe!" He panted.

Aragorn groaned. This was the last thing he needed. "Faramir, go see for yourself. I will finish up this letter to the Haradrim." Nodding in consent, the Prince went to investigate these so called foes from the north.

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Huor was relieved when he saw the Steward trailing behind Hithlum instead of the King. He had been wrong. Of course, it would go through as a simple misunderstanding, but better safe than sorry and even though the King was wise and merciful and all that, the less authority, the better.

"My Lord Prince," Huor began, "It was naught more than a misunderstanding. A host of Rohirrim draws near." The Prince looked irritated at the most. Huor sighed in relief. He was safe. Faramir then promptly proceeded to scold him about the value of thinking before acting and returned to his weary King.

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Lothíriel smiled merrily as the breeze blew her hair back. She was remembering her days in Dol Amroth, when she had pined to be free of this Gondorian cage, but now she rejoiced to be back in it. They were expected, it seemed, as the guards opened the gates for them without question. She did not wonder, though. King Elessar had ways of knowing about things like this, whatever those ways may be. As a stable boy relieved her stallion's reins, she felt Éomer take her arm as they descended into the Gondorian palace and was greeted by everyone from Elboron to Elfwine.

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