**Author's Notes:
Thank you for being so patient. I have more to post and before I go to bed I want to post the next chapter. A lot has been going on lately, mainly my doctor isn't listening to me and therefore I am in pain a lot more then I should be and with Liam working it gives us less time to write. But I do have a few more chapters to get up, probably 3 more after this, I just have to get them put together and put up. Since the next one is one many have been waiting for, I will try to get it up right after this.;) **


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Lothiriel mumbles that she thinks that he is seeing things, after all, Boromir's horn had been found, cloven in two. Now he was saying that he was alive, and not only that but HE had him. She looks at him skeptically but she follows him. What unfolded next was something she would never forget. She entered the room and walks over to where he indicated. It was a man alright, and he was alive. But it wasn't just any man, no for she knew this man, she knew that look. "Boromir!" she whispers loudly to no on in particular. Then she turns to Eomer and lets him lead her out of the room, nodding to Monica as she leaves. She doesn't speak again until they are outside the room and the door is closed. "Have you sent word to Aragorn about Boromir's discovery?" She links her fingers with his and clasping his hand as she walk with him. "I am surprised that he has been found alive. Wasn't it Aragorn that sent him over he all in a boat?"

Eomer leads her out of the room and decides now would be a good time for a walk. He stops and looks back at Beregond who looked like he was about to cry from the shock of seeing Boromir alive. With a smile he turns and stops a passing servant, asking them to take Faramir's guard and give him one of the spare bedrooms that wasn't being used for Lothiriel or Faramir. At the servant's nod he watches Beregond follow her, then he looks at Lothiriel again. "He looked like he could use some time alone. Let us go for a walk in the garden." He sees her smile and leads her from the hall and out to the garden. Once there he walks along slowly with her. "To answer your question, yes. I did send word to Aragorn. I sent a letter to him with another rider when Boromir's fever broke. I did not wish to inform anyone of Boromir being alive until I knew for sure if he was going to be alive. So when his fever broke I sent the letter. I must talk with you though. I do not know Boromir well, will you tell me of him, how he acts towards others?" He was hoping she would, maybe that would tell him why Boromir seemed so attached to Eowyn.

She was still in shock herself but as she links her fingers with his she gives him all her attention. However his question catches her a little off guard. After all, it wasn't often someone asked her her opinion on anything, much less about Boromir. "How he treats others?" She gets a thoughtful look on her face as she looks at their hands clutched together and something about the way he was rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand touched her. It was an intimate, yet tender and thoughtful, thing to do. Her thumb starts to echo his as she rubs the back of his hand, her eyes going to where they were walking. "He treats everyone nice. I mean when it warrants it." She frowns again. "I am unsure how to answer, really Eomer. Maybe if you ask me something specific?" She didn't mind that they were talking about Boromir, because right now she was just happy to be with Eomer.

"I should perhaps be asking Faramir this, but I do not wish to stir things. But I must know. How does Boromir treat women? Do you know?" He watches her closely, hoping she would not be upset with his question. He was concerned for his sister. That and he had started to like Faramir. He could see the two of them getting along well. But ever since Boromir had arrived Eowyn had seemed....different. That was why when Faramir had shown and he had seen Eowyn's reaction to the man his heart had lifted a little. He knew his sister, and he could see that she truly loved Faramir, but it seemed that if given time, she could also love Boromir. It was all so confusing. That was why he was glad for Lothiriel. He knew she was the only woman for him. Now if he could just figure out how to ask her. Well that would come soon enough. For now he was more concerned about Eowyn and her situation. "And how similar are the brothers?"

She waits while he opens the door to the gardens for her and she walks through, taking a deep breath as she pauses. It smelt so good, the war long gone from the wind yet for on the odd occasion, now they just needed to free themselves of the memories. "Eomer, my King," she pauses to look at him, once more the title 'king' was meant as an endearment, not a proper title and she says it with love in her eyes as she clasps their hands in front of her. "I still am not sure what it is you are asking of me. But once more, I will try to do my best. Are they similar? Such as do they like the same things?" She wished he would be more blunt because she did not know what exactly he was asking of her and she was getting rather frustrated. "They look a like, if that is what you mean. How similar? In situations? Actions? Looks? Heart? Mind?" She sighs and pulls away from him, shrugging as she starts to walk away again. "Both men are noble and kind, they have hearts made of glass." She shrugs again as she looks at him and sees a slightly shocked expression on his face. "It is true, well I am not sure for Boromir, as I know that he has one of glass to an extent, though Faramir's is much easily broken. I would trust either with my life. If I needed a friend to help me out of a bind, I could count on them, either of them. They are loyal to those that are loyal to them. They both have lost love and both think they do not deserve to be loved, though that is the extent of my knowledge in that concern, they are also very private and that is all I know of their love. What more do you want to know, my King?" She pauses again to turn to look at him. "If you do not be more blunt, then that is all I can answer."

He looks at her as she stops, his hands held behind him now since she was standing a few steps away from him and had let go of his hands. He wasn't sure if he should tell her. Maybe he could ask once more without actually coming out and voicing his fears. "And have they ever fought over a woman before? Or other things?"

She was getting more and more frustrated and she snaps at him. "Eomer!" She looks at him, her look as sharp as her voice. "How am I supposed to know WHAT you want when you will not tell me?! I do not know that they have fought over a woman or not." She throws her arms up and then shoots a look at him. "WHAT do you want to know? Unless you tell me, I can't help you."

He snorts, hurt by the way she had snapped at him. "I am trying to tell you. I just did not want to say something hurtful when I know nothing myself. Oh never mind. It is not important anyway. Just my thoughts on the growing relationship between my sister and your cousin Boromir."

When he snorts she stops dead in her tracks and looks at him in shock. "You did NOT just snort at me!" She blinks and then slowly shakes her head. "You are not trying to tell me. You tell me what you think is important and nothing more. Fine, I will never mind. I will see you later. I believe there is to be a formal dinner in Faramir or Boromir's honor?" But she doesn't wait for him to answer him, instead she just turns and starts to walk away from him.. "I will see you tonight, maybe. I do not know, I might be there, I might not. I have a headache now." She doesn't turn around, she just keeps walking back.

Eomer, always the hotheaded one, and not thinking he did anything wrong, just shakes his head and turns to head back into the Golden Hall. He walks up to the throne and sits down, waving away a servant as they ask him if he needed anything. He looks at a guard as he comes up and says he has some advice to offer. "As much as I appreciate your trying to help me, I do not wish for council right now." The guard, a close friend of Eomer's who knew his moods well, nods and backs away. Eomer just sits on his throne, leaning his chin on his fist and looking to all the world like he wanted to hit someone right then. Which he did. Perhaps he should go out orc hunting. That would work. Oh he would never hit a woman, or someone who didn't deserve it, which was why he did not fight back when he was being banished by Grima. Those men were just doing as they were ordered by their king at the time. And it was those men who had let him go with the others who had been banished. So no, he would not take his anger out on the innocent. And since there were no orcs around he would just have to deal with his anger. But how? It was always Eowyn who would calm him down, make him realize what had happened. But she was not around at the moment and seeing as Boromir was asleep and the two had not been in the room with him when Eomer had showed Lothiriel and Beregond Boromir, then he could only guess where they were. And he did NOT want to think of his sister in that way. He pushes those thoughts aside and slumps back a bit in his chair, pulling lightly at a strap on his armor, looking at it as if he was studying the fabric when in fact his mind was on how bored he was. He loved being a king, but he would have much rather been out patrolling, like he had been before Theoden died. He missed being free to ride about killing orcs and other foul creatures. True he could do that if he wished, but then he would be away from his people and that was not what a king was suppost to do. But still, no one informed him of how boring being a king could be. He was always swamped with work now, which he was neglecting at the moment. With a deep sigh he looks up as a servant comes over with a parchment for him to sign. It had to do with the festivities tonight so he reads it over quickly and then signs it. Once the servant turns to go he grabs hold of his arm. "Would you send one of Eowyn's handmaidens in to see to the Lady Lothiriel? She may need something for a headache." He sees the smile on the servant's face as he nods and turns to do as he was asked. Eomer sits back and wonders at it. What was that smile for? It was like the servant knew he had feelings for Lothiriel. And true he never really hide that he liked her. With a deep sigh, yes another, he gets up and shakes his head, leaving his throne to return to his office. He had work to be done and perhaps work was what he needed to get his mind off Lothiriel and his anger.

She knows when he heads the other direction, but she doesn't care, she didn't want to speak with him. She knew she was probably acting hot headed and a normal person wouldn't dare speak to a king like that! But she wasn't normal and she would not rein in her temper or actions or she would be treating him differently then his sister and she knew that even mad he would not want her to 'bow'. So as to avoid the whole situation, she avoids his area of the Hall. Instead she finds herself dismissing Monica to go sit in a chair at Boromir's bedside. She just sits there, looking at him sleeping. Monica said he was just napping, so she was being very quiet, not wanting to awaken him. She would have plenty of time to speak with him, right now she just wanted to sit there and watch him sleep, and wonder if she had done the right thing.