AN: Well, here it is, the beginning of the end. Not THE end, but the
beginning of it. Reviewers, I love you all!! *I disclaim everything*
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"Your room?" I started to draw back but Eomer kept a firm grip around my waist.
"My room. Don't worry, I won't be there. We're out of guest rooms, though, because of the Dol Amroth emissaries and my sister's visit. I'll sleep in the stables and you can use my chamber. Do you need anything out of here?" I shook my head. "Then let's go. You've had quite a scare and you need to rest."
"Wait. What happened to 'I think we should cancel our deal'? Aren't you angry with me?" I wanted to ask about the women at dinner, but bit my tongue.
Eomer smiled. "Lothiriel, has anyone ever told you that you have a tendency to overreact?" He asked kindly.
I opened my mouth for a second, then closed it. I was at a loss as to how I could deny his statement without proving him right. So I simply answered the question.
"Well, yes. My father, my brothers...even my mother, when I was small. What does my overreacting have to do with anything?"
He sighed. "I was never mad at you, Lothiriel, just disappointed that you didn't seem to return my more-than-friendly feelings for you. Seeing you and knowing you would never love me would have been too painful, so I tried to break things off. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Eomer gently pulled me out the door and down the hall. I followed him automatically, but my mind was elsewhere.
He loved me! My head and heart reeled with the knowledge. Had he heard my confession of love for him when he had comforted me earlier? He must have, that was the only explanation for his sudden willingness to declare his feelings. Yet he had made no demands of me, simply stated the news and moved on.
We soon reached Eomer's chamber. It was much larger than mind, but less ornately furnished. The bed was gigantic, thrown with blankets and furs. There was a large fireplace opposite it, and a door presumably led to a washroom. The walls were paneled wood, plain except for a carved hunting scene across the top where they met the low ceiling. Eomer stepped over and lit the small lamp on the bedside table, then went to stir up the fire.
"I'll have a servant bring bath-water and your clothes, and if you don't rise too early I'll even explain to your father why you've relocated." He rose from the hearth as I sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the door and turned to go. "Goodnight, Lothiriel." He said with a smile, and started to close the door behind him.
"Eomer, wait." He looked back at me while I hesitated. "I meant what I said earlier. I love you." Staring straight into his eyes, I continued, "You don't have to go."
Eomer merely stood there in the doorway for a moment. Then he asked, cautiously, "Are you sure? What about Mithrellas?" He took a step toward me.
"It still frightens me a little, but...oh, Eomer, I'm willing to risk it." Standing, I walked over to him. He took my hands in his and kissed them softly, and I nearly melted on the spot.
"Then Lothiriel, will you do me the honor of wedding me? For I love you with all the love I never thought to give to anyone." Eomer's eyes had turned a dark, intense green.
"Yes." I smiled at him. There was a moment of silence, then he kissed me. I had never been kissed before, but I wasn't disappointed. Everything I had heard about happened: I grew light headed, my knees went week, a glorious lazy heat curled through my veins, excitement pooled in my stomach. Just as I was about to succumb completely to passion, I pulled back.
"Wait. What about the women you were flirting with at dinner? Was it just to make me jealous? Because it worked."
Eomer chuckled softly and nuzzled my neck below the ear. "Heaghir's daughters. I think of them as extra sisters."
I tried to keep my mind on the conversation, but he'd begun sweeping his hands up and down my back. "Oh, well, in that case...I suppose I'll...just have to...not be jealous...won't I?"
"Lothiriel?"
"Yes, Eomer?"
"Do you really want me to stay? Because you've got to know what will happen if I do." He looked at my seriously for a moment.
"Yes, I really, really want you to stay." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
We fell onto the bed. I won't go into detail about what happened that night, but suffice it to say it was like nothing I had ever imagined or hoped for.
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AN: Yes, it's me again. I still have another couple of chapters to write, but it may be awhile because I have to work tomorrow and take the ACT Saturday and I'm sure my brain will be too fried from that to write anything. So if this doesn't satisfy you, you'll just have to wait. They may end up being boring windy-down chapters, they may not. We'll see :) Thanks as always to my reviewers, even though I'm not addressing all of you here. Lady Scribe of Avandell: Sorry I spelled your name wrong!!! My abject apologies. Klaw: You're right, I do tend to overreact! It's art imitating life, I confess. I'll try to do better :)
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"Your room?" I started to draw back but Eomer kept a firm grip around my waist.
"My room. Don't worry, I won't be there. We're out of guest rooms, though, because of the Dol Amroth emissaries and my sister's visit. I'll sleep in the stables and you can use my chamber. Do you need anything out of here?" I shook my head. "Then let's go. You've had quite a scare and you need to rest."
"Wait. What happened to 'I think we should cancel our deal'? Aren't you angry with me?" I wanted to ask about the women at dinner, but bit my tongue.
Eomer smiled. "Lothiriel, has anyone ever told you that you have a tendency to overreact?" He asked kindly.
I opened my mouth for a second, then closed it. I was at a loss as to how I could deny his statement without proving him right. So I simply answered the question.
"Well, yes. My father, my brothers...even my mother, when I was small. What does my overreacting have to do with anything?"
He sighed. "I was never mad at you, Lothiriel, just disappointed that you didn't seem to return my more-than-friendly feelings for you. Seeing you and knowing you would never love me would have been too painful, so I tried to break things off. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Eomer gently pulled me out the door and down the hall. I followed him automatically, but my mind was elsewhere.
He loved me! My head and heart reeled with the knowledge. Had he heard my confession of love for him when he had comforted me earlier? He must have, that was the only explanation for his sudden willingness to declare his feelings. Yet he had made no demands of me, simply stated the news and moved on.
We soon reached Eomer's chamber. It was much larger than mind, but less ornately furnished. The bed was gigantic, thrown with blankets and furs. There was a large fireplace opposite it, and a door presumably led to a washroom. The walls were paneled wood, plain except for a carved hunting scene across the top where they met the low ceiling. Eomer stepped over and lit the small lamp on the bedside table, then went to stir up the fire.
"I'll have a servant bring bath-water and your clothes, and if you don't rise too early I'll even explain to your father why you've relocated." He rose from the hearth as I sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the door and turned to go. "Goodnight, Lothiriel." He said with a smile, and started to close the door behind him.
"Eomer, wait." He looked back at me while I hesitated. "I meant what I said earlier. I love you." Staring straight into his eyes, I continued, "You don't have to go."
Eomer merely stood there in the doorway for a moment. Then he asked, cautiously, "Are you sure? What about Mithrellas?" He took a step toward me.
"It still frightens me a little, but...oh, Eomer, I'm willing to risk it." Standing, I walked over to him. He took my hands in his and kissed them softly, and I nearly melted on the spot.
"Then Lothiriel, will you do me the honor of wedding me? For I love you with all the love I never thought to give to anyone." Eomer's eyes had turned a dark, intense green.
"Yes." I smiled at him. There was a moment of silence, then he kissed me. I had never been kissed before, but I wasn't disappointed. Everything I had heard about happened: I grew light headed, my knees went week, a glorious lazy heat curled through my veins, excitement pooled in my stomach. Just as I was about to succumb completely to passion, I pulled back.
"Wait. What about the women you were flirting with at dinner? Was it just to make me jealous? Because it worked."
Eomer chuckled softly and nuzzled my neck below the ear. "Heaghir's daughters. I think of them as extra sisters."
I tried to keep my mind on the conversation, but he'd begun sweeping his hands up and down my back. "Oh, well, in that case...I suppose I'll...just have to...not be jealous...won't I?"
"Lothiriel?"
"Yes, Eomer?"
"Do you really want me to stay? Because you've got to know what will happen if I do." He looked at my seriously for a moment.
"Yes, I really, really want you to stay." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
We fell onto the bed. I won't go into detail about what happened that night, but suffice it to say it was like nothing I had ever imagined or hoped for.
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AN: Yes, it's me again. I still have another couple of chapters to write, but it may be awhile because I have to work tomorrow and take the ACT Saturday and I'm sure my brain will be too fried from that to write anything. So if this doesn't satisfy you, you'll just have to wait. They may end up being boring windy-down chapters, they may not. We'll see :) Thanks as always to my reviewers, even though I'm not addressing all of you here. Lady Scribe of Avandell: Sorry I spelled your name wrong!!! My abject apologies. Klaw: You're right, I do tend to overreact! It's art imitating life, I confess. I'll try to do better :)
