I woke again, this time half-expecting to find myself aboard some sort of
spaceship bound for a galaxy far, far away. But no, I was still in the same
spot that I had found myself in that morning, but my handsome companion was
missing. I sat up and took note of the present condition of the room...The
sun was higher in the sky, and it seemed as if there was an entire city
around me...a loud hum of activity buzzed right outside the doors and
windows.
I stood up too fast, and realized that I was about to pass out when I felt the same strong arms wrap around me again.
"I didn't expect you up so soon." His voice was deep, and though it was rough, I felt comforted, even though I had no clue where I was.
I remembered that I was naked, so I immediately made self-conscious gestures to cover up. Large hands stopped my movements and then I felt myself being lifted off the ground.
"I've arranged for you to have a bath, and then your maid will be along to dress you. Meet me in the west gardens when you are presentable...I have a surprise for you." He kissed my cheek then, and then carried me swiftly into an adjoining bathroom. A steaming pool of scented water laid waiting for me in a large wooden tub, and he cautiously put me down beside it, allowing me to get in myself.
I tested the water temperature with my foot and found it warm enough, and then, as gracefully as I could, I lowered myself into the bath completely. He knelt at my side, picked up a sponge and began to wash my lower back. It was then that I began to ponder about my location. This man I was with...was wearing completely archaic, if not medieval attire (which made me wonder if I was indeed in some forgotten town in Eastern Oregon) though he was still quite handsome, by any standards. Everything around me seemed so rustic, and I still had yet to see any sort of modern convenience...but strangely I was not panicking or afraid. He continued to wash me, and I felt myself reaching up to kiss him, but he pulled back somewhat reluctantly.
"No...you just wait. I won't have you tempting me again, you little sea witch." He said playfully as he splashed me with water. I giggled, and the sound must have been pleasing to him, because a large sheepish grin spread across his face and he gazed at me lovingly. I felt a little uncomfortable then...
"Oh Lothiriel", he said smiling, "How is it that you are able to ensnare me more and more everyday?" He continued to smile at me. I spotted a familiar emblem on his sleeve...a white horse on a green background.
Where had I heard that name before? I continued to think and then it dawned on me...somehow I had ended up in middle earth. I knew for a fact, or at least I hoped, that it was not some long drawn out dream sequence and that I was not going absolutely insane. It all began to make sense now: I had somehow appeared in Middle Earth, and apparently assumed the role of Lothiriel, Princess of Dol Amroth and wife of the King of Rohan, and that only could mean one thing.
"Eomer", I said tentatively.
"Yes?" He asked. I had to think fast. I just figured out that I had just become another girl-falls-into-ME-story and I had to think of something to say so that my husband would not think I was mentally ill.
"Are you quite finished washing me? I seem to be getting a little wrinkly and cold." I looked up at Eomer and gave him my best pout. He smiled genuinely and helped me out of the slippery tub and wrapped me in a warm robe, securing the ties tightly around my waist. He took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where a short, plump woman was waiting impatiently and tapping her foot.
"Ah, Rorah. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I just can't seem to keep away from my wife. I leave her to you now." Eomer smiled, kissed me on the cheek and patted me on the butt before heading out the door. Now, I was left alone with the woman I presumed to be the queen's maid. She looked somewhat like an old grandmother, though she seemed quite irritated and had a gruff manner about her. She took a step towards me, her arms filled with clothing and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Such tardiness is not becoming of a queen, my lady, but I forgive you. You and your king are young yet, and in love, and with this news of a child, I understand that you would want more time together. Now, off with that robe, eh?" She pulled at the ties to the robe and loosened them. She walked around me and pulled it off my body so that I stood stark naked in front of her. She instructed me to hold out my arms as she pulled layer after layer of skirts and slips on me.
"You seem so stiff this morning, my dear. Is the sickness still with you from the morning?" She asked as she laced my dress in back.
"I uh...just don't feel too much like myself today. I'm sure its nothing." I was then instructed to sit while she brushed and braided my hair. She finished a little while later and I thanked her.
I stood up and walked over to the mirror across the room to look at my reflection. I didn't think about it before, but somehow this whole Rohan/Middle Earth/Queen thing might not be so bad. I'd never have to take a chem final ever again. I began to zone out when I remembered that I had promised to meet Eomer in the west gardens when I was dressed. I gave myself one last once-over and left the room, having absolutely no clue where I was going.
I stood up too fast, and realized that I was about to pass out when I felt the same strong arms wrap around me again.
"I didn't expect you up so soon." His voice was deep, and though it was rough, I felt comforted, even though I had no clue where I was.
I remembered that I was naked, so I immediately made self-conscious gestures to cover up. Large hands stopped my movements and then I felt myself being lifted off the ground.
"I've arranged for you to have a bath, and then your maid will be along to dress you. Meet me in the west gardens when you are presentable...I have a surprise for you." He kissed my cheek then, and then carried me swiftly into an adjoining bathroom. A steaming pool of scented water laid waiting for me in a large wooden tub, and he cautiously put me down beside it, allowing me to get in myself.
I tested the water temperature with my foot and found it warm enough, and then, as gracefully as I could, I lowered myself into the bath completely. He knelt at my side, picked up a sponge and began to wash my lower back. It was then that I began to ponder about my location. This man I was with...was wearing completely archaic, if not medieval attire (which made me wonder if I was indeed in some forgotten town in Eastern Oregon) though he was still quite handsome, by any standards. Everything around me seemed so rustic, and I still had yet to see any sort of modern convenience...but strangely I was not panicking or afraid. He continued to wash me, and I felt myself reaching up to kiss him, but he pulled back somewhat reluctantly.
"No...you just wait. I won't have you tempting me again, you little sea witch." He said playfully as he splashed me with water. I giggled, and the sound must have been pleasing to him, because a large sheepish grin spread across his face and he gazed at me lovingly. I felt a little uncomfortable then...
"Oh Lothiriel", he said smiling, "How is it that you are able to ensnare me more and more everyday?" He continued to smile at me. I spotted a familiar emblem on his sleeve...a white horse on a green background.
Where had I heard that name before? I continued to think and then it dawned on me...somehow I had ended up in middle earth. I knew for a fact, or at least I hoped, that it was not some long drawn out dream sequence and that I was not going absolutely insane. It all began to make sense now: I had somehow appeared in Middle Earth, and apparently assumed the role of Lothiriel, Princess of Dol Amroth and wife of the King of Rohan, and that only could mean one thing.
"Eomer", I said tentatively.
"Yes?" He asked. I had to think fast. I just figured out that I had just become another girl-falls-into-ME-story and I had to think of something to say so that my husband would not think I was mentally ill.
"Are you quite finished washing me? I seem to be getting a little wrinkly and cold." I looked up at Eomer and gave him my best pout. He smiled genuinely and helped me out of the slippery tub and wrapped me in a warm robe, securing the ties tightly around my waist. He took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where a short, plump woman was waiting impatiently and tapping her foot.
"Ah, Rorah. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I just can't seem to keep away from my wife. I leave her to you now." Eomer smiled, kissed me on the cheek and patted me on the butt before heading out the door. Now, I was left alone with the woman I presumed to be the queen's maid. She looked somewhat like an old grandmother, though she seemed quite irritated and had a gruff manner about her. She took a step towards me, her arms filled with clothing and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Such tardiness is not becoming of a queen, my lady, but I forgive you. You and your king are young yet, and in love, and with this news of a child, I understand that you would want more time together. Now, off with that robe, eh?" She pulled at the ties to the robe and loosened them. She walked around me and pulled it off my body so that I stood stark naked in front of her. She instructed me to hold out my arms as she pulled layer after layer of skirts and slips on me.
"You seem so stiff this morning, my dear. Is the sickness still with you from the morning?" She asked as she laced my dress in back.
"I uh...just don't feel too much like myself today. I'm sure its nothing." I was then instructed to sit while she brushed and braided my hair. She finished a little while later and I thanked her.
I stood up and walked over to the mirror across the room to look at my reflection. I didn't think about it before, but somehow this whole Rohan/Middle Earth/Queen thing might not be so bad. I'd never have to take a chem final ever again. I began to zone out when I remembered that I had promised to meet Eomer in the west gardens when I was dressed. I gave myself one last once-over and left the room, having absolutely no clue where I was going.