Eomer storms to his study and closes the door behind him. He was so frustrated and angry that it wasn't funny. With a deep sigh he sits down in the chair behind his desk and just stares at the things he had been writing. One was a letter to Lothiriel. The thought of Lothiriel makes him sigh. He was tired of being angry now. He was tired of fighting with his sister and the woman he loved. His father had never prepared him for this. So he wasn't sure what to do. Perhaps he could write a letter to Lothiriel, tell her he was sorry. But no. That would just be taking the easy way out would it not?

He would write the letter. It was all he could think of doing. True it seemed childish to not just go to her, but he had never had to deal with this sort of situation. He didn't know what to do. Pulling a piece of parchment to him he dips his quill pen in ink and then starts to write.

He continues writing, getting all his thoughts and feelings out onto the parchment. He could see now why his sister preferred to keep a journal. It was helping to ease his mind. He looks up as there is a knock on his door. "Enter."

Lothiriel stands just inside the doorway. "I came in to inform you that I will be leaving in the morning. I need to inform Aragorn King as well as my Uncle that Boromir has been found, alive. He is unfit yet for travel so he be staying there and with his injuries, I am sure that he will be able to return soon enough."

His head snaps up and he frowns. "Lothiriel!" Her presence there had not made him frown, it was the fact she said she was leaving in the morning. He gets up and walks around his desk slowly. "Why are you leaving? I have already sent a message to the King of Gondor, informing him of Boromir."

She does not move from the desk, she just keeps her eyes locked on his, swearing she was not going to chicken out and tell him any more then she had to. "I am leaving for the reason started. I have to get the message to Aragorn." She backs up a little, leaning against the wall by the door.

He watches her, then takes a step towards her. "I told you, I have already sent word to him." He is silent for a moment, staring at her, then he frowns and speaks softly. "What must I do to have you stay, Lothiriel? If it is apologize for my earlier actions...then I am sorry. I did not mean to quarrel with you. It is the last thing I wish to do with you."

She frowns, a hurt expression on her face. "You never wanted me here in the first place. I am merely returning to the place that I belong." She turns away from him, but then her cousin's voice echoes in her head and she stops, slowly turning back. "Why do you want me to stay?"

He frowns deeply. "I do want you here. I would ask you never to leave, Lothiriel." He finally closes the gap between them. Reaching out when he is close enough, he touches her cheek. "I wish for you to stay because I love you. I miss you terribly when you are gone. I miss your smile and your laughter. I miss you. I...I would....I would ask you to marry me if I thought you would have a foolish king as your husband." And he meant it too. He didn't want her to leave again. Life in the Golden Hall was boring without her.

She looks at him in astonishment, her eyes widen slightly at his words, eyes that seemed oddly dry compared to what her insides were doing at that moment. She was torn between turning and running, that this was a fantasy she could not truly grasp, and indeed a dream that she had in the palm of her hand. Could he be speaking the truth? He wished to marry her? HER? She tries to speak, but all that comes out is, "You are not foolish."

He smiles at her. "Oh but I am. I am very foolish. If I was not, I would not have fought with you over something so trivial as my sister and her relationship with your cousin. Boromir I mean. Not Faramir." He shrugs, then smiles at her again. "But you have not answered my question. I have thought of this before, Lothiriel. Do not think it is a way for me to keep you here. I would not ask this of you as to trap you. If you say so, and if you wish, then you may leave. I had been thinking of this since I first saw you actually." He reaches up and into his armor, then pulls the chain from around his neck and out from under his armor. He then holds the chain out, letting her see the ring on it. Eowyn, had given Faramir their father's ring, as it was in her possession to give to the man she wished to marry. He, Eomer, had their mother's ring, to be given to the woman he wished to marry. Since he thought he would never marry, he had just worn the ring as a good luck charm. But now he wanted Lothiriel to have it, he knew she was the woman he wished to make his wife. Now if she would only accept. "I know in Gondor it is tradition for the man to give the woman a ring. Where here it is usually the other way around. I know my father gave my mother this, and my mother gave her father's ring to my father. It is....well somewhat of a tradition. But..I meant it, Lothiriel. If you wish to have a foolish king for a husband, then I would be the happiest man alive. You do not need to make a decision now. I would not wish to rush you. And if you need to seek council from your family I would understand that as well. But I would ask you then to keep this. If your decision is that you wish not to marry me, than you may return it to me, no questions asked. If you wish to be my Queen, then you should wear it." He glances at her, wondering what she was going to do.

She couldn't help the tears now, they flowed freely down her cheeks as she looked up at him. He meant it, he meant every word of it. He did love her, as she loved him. "I do not need to seek council with my family when it comes to decisions of my heart. It is my heart Eomer, and I had planned since I was little to keep it to myself till the right person came along. And when I knew that it was the right person, I would give it to them without any reserve what so ever." She takes his head in her hands and reaches up on her toes to kiss him softly, whispering against his lips, "I give you my heart, filly. I have never trusted anyone with it until this day, so please be careful with it. It is very fragile and as you have seen, simple words can cause it to hurt, I do not even want to think what might cause it to break. Yes Eomer, I will marry you."

He smiles brightly as he hears her words. She had said yes! He grabs her and lifts her up, spinning her around and laughing before he sets her down and kisses her deeply and passionately. When he pulls back he smiles at her and gently caresses her cheek. "I promise you will not regret this, Lothiriel. I will always strive to make you happy." He smiles and takes her hands, kissing them lightly. Then he takes the ring off the chain and sets it on her finger, smiling at her. "I do love you. And I am sorry about before."

She laughs and squeals when he picks her up and twirls her around, her heart feeling a lot lighter then it had when she first walked into this room. "Yes, Eomer, of course I will marry you. I could see myself marrying no other. You have my heart, my Sweet. You always will." She hugs him tight, then kisses him softly. Looking down at the ring on her finger she feels a lump in her throat. "That is okay, we were both at fault. I should not have gotten so mad so fast." Her eyes go to his face. "I just did not know what you were talking about and it made me feel stupid. And how could you love someone who was dumber then you?"

He smiles at her. "I highly doubt you are not as smart as I, Lothiriel. I do believe you are more than likely much smarter. I apologize for upsetting you though." He kisses her hands gently. Then offers her his arm. "Come, Darling. Let us go out to the feast that is prepared for your cousin. And if you would not mind, I would also announce our engagement."

She rests her hand on his elbow, shaking her head slightly. "No, I do not mind, my Love. I would be very proud to have you announce it... if YOU are ready," she says in a teasing manner.

He smiles and nods. "I am more than ready." He leads her from his office. "But I must change first." He leads her to his room and stops outside the large oak doors. "Please wait here. I will not be long." He smiles and kisses her lightly before disappearing into his room. He indeed doesn't take very long at all. Really he just needed to wash up a little and then change his shirt and pants. He returns to her dressed in dark leggings and a gray shirt under a dark gray overcoat that was buttoned up the front. He also wore his crown. Offering her his arm again he smiles at her and leads her towards the great hall.